How I Got Back Into Diapers
HOW I GOT BACK INTO DIAPERS
Hi, I'm Lucy. I'm 14 years old and have always wanted to be in diapers. For the last few weeks I've finally been put back in them. I've only just found this site and I really want to be able to tell people what happened and to talk to other people like me. So here's my story.
I've always wet the bed, not by accident. I just like the feeling of being little and naughty. I normally wake up and pee without getting out of bed at least once a week. So when I finally got up the courage to try and make my mom put me in diapers I started by wetting the bed every night.
After the first few nights my mom was starting to get worried and was asking me if I was feeling sick. I told her I was fine and she said she was going to put a plastic sheet on my bed until things got back to normal to protect the mattress. I thought the bedwetting wasn't going to annoy my mom enough to put me back in diapers.
A couple of days later I decided to wet myself during the day. I was lying on the floor half watching TV half doing homework and my mom was sat on the couch behind me. I waited till I needed to pee and then held it for a while.
Finally I relaxed and a warm stream soaked my pink panties and then my jeans. I could feel my pee making a puddle under me and spreading up my t-shirt. It was so warm and felt so good and I just laid there as if nothing had happened.
After a couple of minutes my mom must have noticed the puddle because she asked me if I'd wet myself. I said no like she was crazy and rolled over and looked down at my soaked jeans and top. That's when she said she would take me to the doctor the next day.
Well, the next day we went to the doctor and he said he wanted to do blood tests and stuff. My mom asked what we should do while waiting for the results and he suggested pull-up's because it would be less embarrassing than having an accident at school. I was so happy he said that but I tried to seem like I didn't want to wear pull-up's, saying that I wasn't a toddler.
On the way home we stopped by the store and we went to the diaper aisle. There was so much there that I wanted but we just went and got a pack of bed wetting pull-up's for 8-15 years olds.
I'm pretty small for my age so we knew they'd fit. It was embarrassing at the checkout because it was so obvious the pull-up's were for me, but that just made me feel really little, which I loved.
I was feeling so good that on the way home I wet myself in the car. My mom seemed a little mad and as soon as we walked through the door she told me to go shower and put a pull-up on.
It was amazing to pull on that first pull-up. I stood there looking at myself in my mirror wearing nothing but the pull-up.
As I said, I'm a bit small for my age so it fit perfectly. The padding was a bit loose and bunched between my legs but the waist and leg bands were tight enough so I didn't think it'd leak. I sat on the floor with my legs crossed and started sucking my thumb enjoying the feeling of being a baby again.
It was later that day after dinner that I wet my first diaper since I was a baby. It felt so good, completely different to wetting my pants. And when the padding expanded and went hard it rubbed against me and it didn't go cold like my panties did. I decided not to tell my mom I wet and spent the rest of the evening in that pull-up.
It was only when I was going to bed that my mom asked if my pull-up was dry and I pretended I hadn't noticed. Then she said she'd start checking me because I didn't know when I peed.
After a few days in pull-up's, mostly wetting them but sometimes going to the toilet to make my mom think I was trying I started thinking about proper diapers and how I could get my mom to put me in them.
The only thing I could think of was to mess my pull-up's but I wasn't sure if I really wanted to. A couple of days later though I decided to go for it. I got ready for school. I was wearing my pull-up under a skirt and went to help my mom make my lunch.
I stood next to her and gave a push, trying to keep helping like nothing was happening. I really had to go so it didn't take much to start filling my pull-up. I could feel the poop push out my pull-up before spreading out across my butt. It was weird to feel this warm squishy load between my cheeks but it made me feel really naughty.
I think I got lost in my own thoughts because my mom asked why I was standing there doing nothing and then asked if I could smell something. I was really nervous as I told my mom I'd had an accident and gone number 2 in my pull-up. She didn't say a word, she just pulled the waistband of my skirt and pull-up back and stood there looking shocked.
After a minute or two of silence I went to get changed. Walking up stairs was amazing. With every step I could feel my mess moving and squishing, it made me feel so little.
When I got to the bathroom I stripped down to my pull-up to try and get a look at the bulge and then I thought "babies don't get changed so quickly, they have to sit in their mess for a bit". So I put down the toilet lid and sat down.
It was a good thing I'd taken off my skirt and shirt because the pull-up didn't hold my mess. It squished up my back and out the leg bands and round to my front and I felt so good.
Anyway, I got myself and the bathroom cleaned up as quickly as possible and got dressed for school and then headed to the car with my mom.
She didn't talk for ages in the car and then she said she'd called the doctor to say I'd got worse and he had the results of my tests back so she was going to pick me up early to go see him.
When we got to the doctor's he said I was incontinent because of puberty (he must have been making it up because I knew I wasn't incontinent.) He said it should only last a couple of months as my body adjusts but there was a chance it could be permanent. I couldn't believe it, the doctor was giving me a licence to be in diapers as long as I want.
I pretended to be upset and we left. That night my mom sat me down and said that if I had another messy accident she'd have to think about getting me better protection, proper diapers. Well that was it, a couple of days later I pooped my pull-up while we were at the mall.
She walked me to a store and bought diapers big enough for teens and took me to the bathroom. She told me to get myself cleaned up and to put one on. I went into a stall and took off my messy pull-up and cleaned myself. I opened out the diaper and felt the soft lining. It was amazing. It was pink and looked massive compared to the pull-up's.
I was about to put it on when I realized I could pretend I was struggling and get my mom to do it just like when I was a baby. I called out to her and asked her to help and she came in.
Then she realized there wasn't enough space so took me out of the stall and told me to lie on the floor and she diapered me while a couple of women came in and out of the bathroom.
And that's the end of my story. The first few days in diapers I asked my mom if I could use the bathroom like a big girl. But for a couple of weeks I've been using my diapers for everything. My mom's been changing me because I tell her I can't get the diapers to fit properly.
Amazingly, no one at school has noticed the crinkling yet. I've only been wearing skirts though, so I don't know what'll happen when the weather gets cold and I've got to wear jeans to school. I don't think they'll hide my wet diapers very well.
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