My Life In Diapers
MY LIFE IN DIAPERS
Hello my name is Bza and I am going to tell you how I got involved in wearing diapers. Here is my story. As a kid I was made to wear Goodnites at night because of my bedwetting. And then I eventually out grew it. And now that it is over I thought to myself that maybe I don't have to quite wearing diapers all together.
So I skated to the store without my mom knowing and purchased a bag of Pampers size 6 diapers and a couple of baby bottles. I also bought some baby food and juice and then skated back home. When I got there no one was home so I ran to my room and ripped open the package of diapers I had just bought.
I placed one under my bum and taped it up in the front. It felt so good to be wearing a diaper again. Then I went out to the fridge and pulled out the gallon of milk and poured some into one of the baby bottles I had just bought. Then and drank it.
A few hours later my diaper was wet so I went to my room to change it and put a fresh one on. And then I went outside to play on my skateboard and practice my ollie.
While I was practicing my brother came home and he joined me and skated for a little bit. Then I went inside to watch tv in my room. I had forgotten
that I had left the pack of Pampers out in my room and my brother walked in and saw them. He said what are those for?
I said I am going to wear these from now on and he kind of gave a look like your crazy and used the line "diapers are for baby's and baby's only, so if you to were diapers you must be a baby." Then I said ok I guess I'm a baby and proud of it.
So then when my mom came home my brother told her all about my diapers I bought and the baby bottles and also the juices too. She said that she would put me in daycare and treat me like the baby I wanted to be. Then while all this was going on I had wet my diaper again and my mom noticed this and marched back to my room to be changed.
Then she told me that if I wanted to act like a baby I would be treated like one too. So she told that the bathroom was now off limits and I could not use it and if I had to poop I was to do it in my diapers just like a baby would.
So that night I thought about what she said and then I made my decision to stay in diapers forever. The next day I woke up and noticed that I had a gooey mass of poop between my legs.
My mom came and said good morning sweetie how did my little baby sleep last night? I replied I slept well and then she smelt the load in my diaper and said let's get you out of that dirty diaper and put a fresh one on you.
She then began to untape the sides of the diaper and then she wiped my bottom and put a fresh diaper on me. Then she said she enrolled me at a daycare center around the corner and that I will be put in the baby room since I decided to be a baby again.
After she said that I pleaded with joy and started to jump up and down but that wasn't the best part. She also bought me a crib and a changing table to go in my room.
After I heard everything she said she started getting ready for work and getting me ready to go to daycare. Then she was finally ready to go and we left the and house and five minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of the daycare.
She took me inside signed me in and told me to have a good time while she was at work. Then I was taken back to the baby room where I played with all the baby toys and stuff for a while. Then I had wet and soiled my diaper already and the staff noticed and took me over to the changing table and changed my wet and dirty diaper while all the other kids watched.
After they were finished she put me down and said go run along and play now. So I went and played with the baby toys some more. Then one of the kids came over and asked me how old I was. I told him I was 12 and he started laughing because he had never met a 12 year old still in diapers. Then I asked him how old he was and he said he was 5 and his mom made him were diapers since he was a baby.
He let me in on his little secret that he enjoyed getting all the attention that went along with wearing diapers and I told him that I felt the same way about wearing diapers. Everyday I would hangout with the five year old at daycare. Then four years went by and we were really great friends and we still went to the same daycare.
Everything was pretty much the same then one day my mom took me to daycare and he didn't show. I called him on my cell phone and he said that he had moved away, but not too far from the daycare. He said that we could still see each other.
Then 2 years went by and I was now 18 so I could not attend the daycare anymore. So I was taken care of by my brother at home. It was horrible but I dealt with it.
Then I got a job working as a assistant teacher at my moms daycare she opened so she can keep an eye on me and change me if I need to be changed because my brother did a poor job of changing my diapers.
The year went by and I was working for my mom still and getting paid pretty good too. I was making enough that I finally decided that I was going to get my own place, change my own diapers, wipe my own butt, buy my own food and diapers from now on.
The end
Written By: Bza