Brady’s Story

Hello my name is Brady. I’m 14, and live in a non-abusive, single parent home, in a quiet, one-block neighborhood, near a small town called Towne Lake. Well, enough about my surroundings, on with the story.

Part 1 The first time I remember about wanting to be put back into diapers was when I was 4. I was staying at my baby-sitter’s house. Her son was there and he was watching television. Then a show came on that he wanted to watch. I decided to sit down and watch it with him. In the opening scene a boy(a boy around 14) and an old man were standing in a big warehouse. The boy was begging the man to do something for him. Then out of the blue, the man said, "stop acting like a baby." The boy then yelled, "No!!!!!" Then the man said, "then I know just the place for you." The man then dragged the boy by the arm onto the backroom. The next second the screen goes black and you here the boy scream, "No!!!!, I didn’t mean it, don’t put that on me, please!!, No!!!!!". then the lights come back on, and the boy is in a nursery, lying in a crib, with a pink diaper on crying his eyes out. After seeing this I started to think, "I wish I could be that kid, I wonder what it would it would be like to be put back into diapers". That image of that boy in a nursery, with a diaper on has stayed with me for ten years.

My next experience with diapers was when I was around 8. One day I found my moms shower cap. I noticed that it would stretch into the shape of a diaper. This didn’t last long though, I was soon caught by my mom. That night we had a long talk about it. To sum it up: She said, "Why were you using my shower cap that way? Did you pretend it was a diaper or something?" I wanted to say yes, but didn’t for fear of consequences, instead I said, "I don’t know". She then sent me to bed, and I sat for about 1 hour putting my thoughts together.

Finally when I was 10yrs old my golden opportunity came. You see around this time my mom started a childcare job. I still remember the day like yesterday. My mom came up to me and said, "Guess what I have to watch 6 kids all day 5 days a week and none of them are potty trained". After she was introduced to all the parents and kids, each parent handed my mom a months supply of diapers. She put all the diapers she could on the shelves near the changing table. The rest she put under my bathroom sink J ! At first I thought nothing of it, but one day the urge to be diapered returned. So one day I took a diaper and unfolded about half way and just held it up to my body, and as the scent of baby powder filled the air I was in complete bliss. I did this almost every day until my mom quit the job. I don’t know if she noticed, but when she got diapers out of my bathroom, the diaper on the top always seemed to be slightly used. I don’t know if she noticed, but if she did she didn’t say anything. That was the last time I saw diapers for a while.

I finally got my hands on some diapers. You see, at the Publix grocery stores across America the diapers and baby wipes are out in the open, and the public can use them free of charge. For months I walked by, too scared to take one. Finally, one day I got up the courage to take one. So one day I went to the bathroom, took one, went into a stall took my pants off, unfolded the diaper, sat on it and pulled it up between my legs, of all the things that were going on at the time I remember, once I pulled the diaper up between my legs I came almost instantly. I have done this every time a go to the store for about six months, and will continue to do so until I get my hands on some adult diapers.

Oh, one more thing I will update my story as my life unfolds