A First Time Diaper
A FIRST TIME DIAPER
Ok so this is a true story. Just to put it out there there, there is no sexual nature to this story. It is just a recollection of when I started to use diaper.
Chapter 1
My very first recollection of being put into a diaper was when I was ten. I had diapers as a baby of course but I don't remember it.
My grandpa was sick and my grandparents lived in Florida. My dad knew that time was drawing near if you know what I mean. So my mom made plans for me to stay with my aunt who lives about 200 miles away in another city. (Needed to keep this anonymous). So my dad dropped me off. I have not seen aunt Mary in a year so it was nice to see her.
Now my cousin James is 7 and developmentally delayed as I was told. James looked to all of 4 years old but acted and talked like a 7 year old. I remember how fast he was when he played soccer. Just a dynamo and a great person as he is today. So James comes over and greets me and say let's go out and play, I have some friends over. We did till lunch.
When we came to get lunch. My aunt in front of me asked James if he needed a change. James looked at me and just as plain as I can hear it now he said he wore diapers still. I just said it was no big deal.
He told his mom he did need a change. She went out of the kitchen and came back with a plastic backed disposable diaper. I say that because many baby diapers today are cloth backed.
Then she takes him in to the living room. James say come on. I walked with them. She laid him down and like it was nothing pulled down his pants and there it was, a diaper. She took it off of him, cleaned him up, powdered him and strapped on a new one. I could not believe it. For the first time in my life I was turned on.
James got back dressed and we ate lunch. I couldn't because I was listening to hear the crinkle of the diaper. After lunch we went to the park and played baseball with his friends and got a little sunburned. We used to play outside back then. When we got back home my aunt had ordered pizza's and said they would be there soon and had rented a movie.
Then my aunt asked James if he needed a change. He reached down his pants and said yeah. Once again she brought back a diaper. Then asked if we were in for the night. We both said yes we were sunburned and were just going to watch tv.
So the same thing happened right in front of me when I heard James say "hey Nick, why don't you get a diaper too". He was laughing of course. I just stood there.
My aunt looked at me and said "sure why not, you can both just be diaper boys." I thought she was kidding. I was ten. I knew when to pee. She got up and brought back another diaper. Now I'm three years older than James and six years physically. He is shorter but stocky and I was taller and skinny.
My aunt then said "come on, it will be fun". I slowly laid down. She took off my pants and underwear and cleaned my waist. She put baby powder on. I remember that it felt awesome. Then she put the diaper under me and pulled it up between my legs and taped it on. Then she pulled down my shirt. All she said then was "there you go, no need to put on your pants since your in for the night".
I do remember it feeling weird and the diaper inbetween my legs. But my most vivid memory was looking down on my lap at the white padded plastic of the diaper. I was severely turned on.
After dinner we watched the movie and somewhere in the middle of the movie I had to pee. I remember just sitting there and letting it go. I felt the warmth and I remember how good it felt.
When the movie was over it was time for bed. She looked at me and said "at least you didn't have to miss the movie". Before bed she took my diaper off and put on another one. She said just in case you wet the bed. Which I have never done.
The next morning we woke up and headed down to breakfast. No I had not wet. Sitting at the table I did wet. Hey I had on a diaper, why not? After breakfast she changed James but just took mine off. I was cool getting back into underwear. She never diapered me again.
Chapter 2.
13 years old and I'm in 8th grade. August birthday. School was letting out for the summer. I had many friends I would stick out with but my neighbor Kyle was like this really great guy. He knew everyone and had a great 'let's have fun' personality. I had asked him a few times during middle school to stay the night. He never could. I really just stopped asking.
Last day of school comes and we are walking home. When we got there my dad was home from work early. Graduation night and all. So we went in and my dad was there with my mom and said I should shower because graduation was at 6:30pm and I needed to get dressed. I said goodbye to Kyle and got ready.
Graduation was same boring bs but kind of cool knowing I was going into high school. After graduation Kyle's parents and mine went to grab some burgers and talk. Nice way to end the night. Kyle and I sat at our own table. We were talking about girls and stuff.
Finally I said "Kyle it's no big deal but I have asked you to stay over a few times and you never say yes, what's up". He looked at me and said "just bad timing I guess". Then I said why don't you come over tonight? There was a long pause. Now remember Kyle is a straight shooter type of guy.
He looked at me in the eye and said "look I'm going to tell you something but you can never repeat it". I said "ok". He said "I started to wet the bed a couple of years ago. I don't know what the problem is but I'm starting to get better". I said "big freaking deal. That's nothing to be ashamed about. It happens".
Then he said "no I have to wear a pull up to bed so it does not mess anything". Once again "so what, it happens". He looked surprised. I said "that's you man. I don't give a care". Then I told him about that weekend at my aunts.
He was relieved. So we stayed the night. "Mom and I are going to great America tomorrow, you can come" I said. He said "sure let ask". I yell over to my mom and asked and she said sure so long and his dad said ok. His dad said "sure why not, go have some fun".
Then I asked if Kyle could spend the night as we were going to leave early. His mom just said it would not be a good idea. Kyle then said "no biggie mom he knows". She looked surprised and said "if you want to". Parents paid the bill and I told Kyle to pack and come over.
On the way home my mom asked what I know about. I told her Kyle was having bedwetting problems. She looked back. I said "don't worry he wears pull-ups". She was like good.
30 minutes later Kyle shows up. We go up to my room and play Atari. Now you know how old I am??? Anyhow my mom comes in at about 11pm and said "look we are going to bed, you guys should too. We need to be out of the door at 9". Ok I said.
So Kyle grabs his bag and says so should I change in the bathroom. I said not I have seen you naked before when we shower. I'm still playing Atari and wrap up the game when I look around and see Kyle taking off his underpants. Big taboo to look down at that age. Then he pulls out a diaper. I said I thought you wore pull ups. He said I tried pull-ups but they leak.
Once again the plastic diaper. I didn't know why that turned me on so much. This was not a baby diaper though. So I asked him and he said it was a small adult diaper. Ahh. But this time I saw him put it on himself. I had never seen that, I tried to ignore it. Then he put on his tshirt. I just said cool no big deal. Although I was turned on.
Then I said ok let me get something to sleep in and we can hop into bed. Just then I heard him say "remember that time at your aunts". I turned around and he had another diaper. I said no I was not going to wear a diaper. He said "come on it would make me feel better". Dang I said. Ok help me put it on.
Still skinny I stood there and pulled the diaper between my legs. Kyle held the back up and taped it. The diaper came all the way past my Belly button. Then I took the tapes and fastened them. I had to adjust to make them tight.
Once again I noticed the smooth feeling of the white plastic between my legs and the plastic padded crotch. I put on a T-shirt and went to play Atari a bit more. At midnight we went to bed. It was different sleeping in a diaper again.
We woke the next morning and Kyle had wet his diaper. I didn't though. Thank god. He sat up and said it looks like you didn't wet. Nope I'm good I said. My mom Knocked on the door and said come down and get some breakfast. Shoot.
We put on our shorts and headed down with my diaper still on. I was nervous because they crinkled so much! Not to mention. My mom was In the kitchen. We sat down and then just like at my aunts I let go in the diaper. What the heck, I had one on then use it. That feeling of warmth!!! Wow.
We got up and I let Kyle take a shower. Mom came into the bedroom and said 30 minutes. No problem I said. When he was done I went in and took my shower. Then went downstairs grabbed a small garbage bag and put the used diapers in and threw them out. On the way out I let my mom know that I put the bag in the garbage so she was not surprised. She said thank you.
The day was great. We had lots of fun. My mom stayed behind while we did all the rides. We got back at eleven and dropped off Kyle.
The next day my mom came into my room and said "hey, the bag you put in the garbage had two diapers not pull ups". I said yeah Kyle said pull-up's don't work for him, he wets too much". She said "no, there were two". Shoot I thought.
"Well Kyle brought another. He thought he would feel more comfortable if I wore one too". She laughed. "How long did it take him to convince you?" I said "he's cool I wanted to make him feel comfortable".
Two weeks later my dad gets tickets to a poison concert. Yes they were a band back then. Said "see if Kyle wants to go, I won four on a radio contest". I called Kyle. He was like "heck yeah".
I said "I'm wearing my black jeans and leather jacket. Come over on Saturday afternoon dressed". He was like sure. Also "spend the night my mom said we are going to be out late. Ok"
That night I told my dad he could come and I was going to be rocking it in black jeans and my leather coat. He laughs and said it was going to be too hot. He would get us some T-shirt's for the concert.
Thursday he came back with some cool poison T-shirt's and one for Kyle. I called Kyle and let him know. He asked if I wanted to go to the mall with his mom and him to find some pants he could wear to the concert. He had nothing black or rockin style. I said "sure".
Next morning I went over to Kyle's and we went to the mall. We looked at a couple of stores and his mom didn't think the jeans he was looking at looked cool enough for the concert. We started to walk and his mom said hey let's look in here. It was a Wilson's leather store. I love leather coats.
His mom went over to the pants and said hey try these on. What leather pants?? Kyle went to try them on and they fit great. Better than the jeans he was trying on. His mom just looked and said there's my Little Rock Star. She bought him a studded belt and we were out of there. I was so jealous.
So when I got home I told my dad about how Kyle got some cool leather pants. My dad was like wait. I have something you might like. He came down the stairs and handed me some parachute pants.
They were black with zipper everywhere. He said try these they were your brothers when he was in high school. They fit good but I didn't remember my brother in them but he is ten years older than me.
Next day Kyle comes over rocking it. Leather pants and the t-shirt. My mom was like that's Great. Go put your bag upstairs. My mom grabbed me and said hey "if he asks you to wear a diaper tonight it's good. Just make him feel comfortable." I said "sure". She said just dispose of them.
At the concert it was a bit hot but when the sun went down it was ok. I didn't wear jeans. My dad found me some black parachute pants to wear so I looked cool too.
We got home and and it was late. We went upstairs to change. Sure enough Kyle brought me a diaper too, and remembering what my mom said, I strapped it on.
Next morning we both woke up and rubbed our eyes. I turned on the tv in my room and sat on the floor. Kyle came over and did the same. His diaper was wet. Mine was not.
My mom knocked on the door but then just came in to see our diapered and t shirted bodies just sitting there. I thought Kyle was going to pass out. She said "come down for breakfast". "Weird I though my mom does not just barge in" Kyle said.
I looked at Kyle. Said she knows don't sweat it. We slipped on some sport shorts and headed down. My mom was just smiling. I was like what? She just said nothing. We ate pancakes and Kyle went to take a shower. On the way up the stairs I peed, had to use it right??
While Kyle was showering my mom came in and grabbed me and said "I have not seen my baby in a diaper since he was three". "Sooo cute" as she looked at me. I said don't embarrass me mom. She left. Then I took my shower and disposed of the diapers.
Kyle did not spend the night until after our freshman year. By then he was already out of diapers.
Final thoughts
So now I'm 46 and have been wearing diapers on and off since I was eighteen. The pull to the look was the reason at first. Now I wear them more for how convent they are. I like to wear a diaper darn it. There is nothing wrong with it. Don't let anyone tell you different. M
Written By: Nick Bettz
Age: 48
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