I Wanted Diapers
I WANTED DIAPERS
I was 13 years at this point (I still am.) For a long time I'd wanted to wear diapers and wet them and mess in them as well. Then a couple of months ago, I realized that my small 3 year old sister still was put in pull-ups when we had to drive quite far.
I quickly ran out of room and got upstairs. I told my mom that I had got a splinter in my toe and that I would go up to their bathroom (where I guessed the pull-ups were at) to get the splinter out. Of course I didn't have any splinter.
When I got up there, I started looking in all the lockers and cabins. I couldn't find them. I opened the last cabin and there they were. White pull-ups. I was so happy! I took 2 and ran downstairs.
I locked the door to my room, took my clothes off, and put one of them on me. It felt really, really good. I walked around with it and sat down a bit. Then it started getting late and I had to go to school the next day. I hid the diapers inside an old box for a game I had in one of my lockers and went to bed.
The next day at school I couldn't think of anything else than the pull-ups. Finally when I got home, the first thing I did was to get my pants off and put one of the pull-ups on. Again it felt really good. I put my clothes on and kept the pull-up on below the clothes. I did some homework while in my clothes with the pull-up below.
I suddenly felt an urge to pee and I ran to the bathroom to use the toilet. Then I realized that I was in a pull-up. I pulled my pants up and went back into the room. I sat down and kept on doing my homework and just relaxing in my bladder. Then I felt a warm squish inside my diaper and it felt sooooo good. I could smell it a little and I loved it!
I kept taking some of my sisters pull-ups every now and then until I suddenly couldn't see any more pull-ups. My parents probably stopped buying them because they didn't think it was necessary anymore. So I got really sad. I really wanted to wear diapers and wet them.
So I planned to wet my pants right in front of my mother and act like it was an accident. In this way, she may could force me to wear diapers day and night and may even change me. So I wet myself the first time and she didn't think it was too bad. She just cleaned it and said that it could happen to anyone.
The next day I did again and she started to ask me if I was ok. I said that I couldn't control myself and she said that it might just be over the next day. I got kinda mad so I just pooped my pants right in front of her and I really liked it.
Then the next day I stayed home from school since she wanted me to go to the doctor with her. When we were at the doctor I wet myself again. The doctor left to get something and told us to wait. When he came back he had a diaper just in my size and he told me that I had to wear them. I was so happy.
He told my mom that this would most likely go away in less than half a year. But I knew that it wouldn't cause I wanted this to keep on forever. Then he told my mom that I had to wear diapers 24/7 until I could get the control of my bladder and bottom again. He said that this was normal.
Then the doctor gave my mother another diaper just in case I needed a change on the way to the supermarket. She took me into the bathroom before we left to the supermarket and told me to lay down on the wash. Then she locked the door and pulled down my pants. She lifted up my butt and slid the diaper under me. I was so freaking happy. Then she fastened the tapes and told me to get up.
I got up and took my pants on. She told me that I should try not to wet the diaper but she knew that "I couldn't control it" so she said that if I accidentally did I should just tell her that I needed a change. Then she unlocked the door and we went out to buy some more diapers. I couldn't believe this!
While we were at the supermarket I walked beside my mother. We arrived to the diaper part of the supermarket and I just stared. I thought it was a dream.
Well, my mother got down two packages of twelve year old size diapers (I wasn't that big for my age) and a package of Goodnites. She told me that this was for my own good and that it was not embarrassing.
Well, I liked walking around the supermarket with a diaper on. Actually I loved it. Then we got to where we had to pay and while my mom were putting the diaper packages and the Goodnites onto the thing where you pay, I felt my body hurting. I knew that I had to poop. I thought that it was too embarrassing to do this so I held it in.
Then we got to the car. My mom told me to get in and she put the diapers and the Goodnites in the car. I sat in the front seat beside my mother. The urge to poop got bigger and bigger and we were only half the way home. I still thought that it would be really embarrassing. But I just couldn't hold it anymore.
I suddenly felt a nice squish in my bottom, pressing against the car seat. I had messed my diaper. It felt surprisingly nice. I didn't want to tell her. I hoped that it didn't feel too bad. Then she asked me if I pooped - she could probably smell it. I told that I didn't know and she stopped the car.
Then she pulled my pants down and checked my diaper out and looked in it. She said that it was all ok and she knew that it wasn't my fault. Then we got home and she changed me and cleaned me. I had an all in all awesome day.
It started getting late. I had planned to drink a lot of water today and I had done that. I also planned not to go to the bathroom before bed, so that I could hopefully wake up in a wet Goodnite. Though when I had to go to bed she pulled down my pants and took my diaper off. It was dry and she told me that I was a good boy.
Then she told me to go to the bathroom and try to pee. I did go in there but I didn't pee. I wanted to wake up in a wet Goodnite. Then when I got out I told her that I had peed and she put me in a Goodnite. Then I went to bed and I had a hard time falling asleep. Maybe it was because of the urge to pee.
I finally woke up and felt like I never even fell asleep. But I did. When I took of my blanket I could easily see that I had wet. The Goodnite was a little yellow on the outside and I could feel it as well. About half an hour later I heard my mom coming towards my room. I quickly put my blanket back on and acted like I was asleep.
"Wake up" she said. "It's 6:50am" she said. I got up and she checked my Goodnite. She said nothing. She just took me to the bathroom and told me to get up on our wash. She had bought like a changing mat to have there. I also saw when she opened the locker and it was all filled with the diapers we had bought. I got so happy!
Then she pulled off my Goodnite and I got up and lied on the changing mat. While she slipped a clean diaper under my butt and strapped the tapes, she told me that she would put two clean pull-ups in the little pocket in my school back pack.
She told me that I had to bring them in case I had an accident. That the reason that it was pull-ups and not just the normal diapers was that it was easier for me to change myself into a clean pull-up than if I should do it with a diaper.
She had talked to my teacher about it so she would know why I had to go suddenly if I had an accident. Well I wouldn't have an accident since I didn't want to wet myself or mess myself at school. So when I got home I threw one of the pull-ups out (so it would seem like I did change myself at school.) And then I got into the other pull-up I had in my bag.
Actually I did wet myself a little on the way home on my bike. So now I had a clean pull-up on (the ones that she put in my bag) to make it seem like I did have accidents at school and changed up. I knew my mom would be home soon.
I sat in my room with my clean diaper and played some video games and then I felt like pooping and I just totally relaxed and kept playing. When my mom got home, I told her I needed a change. She took me to the bathroom and took my pull-up off. Then she cleaned my butt and I hoped onto the changing mat on the wash. She put a clean diaper around my butt and strapped the tapes together.
This diapered life kept going on for a couple of months until I realized that I got so used to being in diapers and just relaxing my bladder that I actually lost control of it. I some how forgot how to control my urine and poop. So diapers became an actual need and it has been ever since.
I still love it though. I like actually HAVING to wear diapers as a real need. Every morning I wake up in a wet Goodnite and every day I feel my diaper get all warm and I can't control it. The warm can be from pee and poo. I like it both.
I love the feeling when you just sit there and suddenly you just feel a warm squish in your diaper - either in front or bottom - both is good.
The best thing is that you don't know when it happens. You just do it. My mom still changes me. My mom also still takes me to the doctor every now and then.
[If you like this one, there might come a part two] By the way, while I wrote that last sentence I just felt that warm feeling from pee. Ahhhhh - I just got changed. See you in the next part (maybe).
Written By: Anonymous