True Accounts (Shorts)- 2007

One day when I was in third grade I was walking to school. I had to go to the bathroom really bad. Suddenly, I started peeing my pants. I started crying and ran over to school. I went to the nurse's office. She called my mom and told her to bring me a change of clothes. When my mom arrived at the school, however, she had a pair of baby clothes and a diaper. She told me to put them on and I did as I was told. For the next couple of years I had to walk around wearing diapers.

Then when I was in fifth grade I started wetting the bed again, and then pooping the bed. That was when my mom had had it. She made me wear Pull-Ups to bed, but then she moved me on to Huggies Moist Supreme diapers.

Now it is April 27, 2007 and I am 14 years old. I am still to this day wearing diapers. I am wearing Huggies Moist Supreme diapers right now and it is 7:54 PM. I peed and pooped in my diapers when I was typing this up so I have to go change myself now. See ya!

Thanks,

When I was in the third grade I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom and she said I had to wait until the bell rang. I told her that I had to go right now and that I couldn’t wait any longer. She said, “That’s too bad,” that she wasn’t going to dismiss from class. So in just a matter of a few minute's later I started wetting my pants and I had also pooped in them, and the girl behind me started complaining about me messing my pants. The teacher wasn’t very happy and she took me by the arm and led me down towards the kindergarten classroom. She told the teacher down there to watch me for the rest of the day and to keep me in thick diaper's because I peed and pooped in my pant's like a little kid. “You might want to keep him in one of the playpens you have down here.” And with that the teacher explained that while down here in her class that I would indeed have to be kept in diapers and plastic pants. She also said that I would receive my bottle in and lunch while sitting in a highchair like all the other kids down here do. And then she handed me a pacifier and told me to keep it in my mouth at all times.

I can recall back to age 6. I wet the bed all the time. My grandmother told my mom to put a diaper on me. I love the attention received when someone is taking care of me (in my imagination).

When I stopped wetting my bed, I still wanted to wear diapers and rubber pants. As I got older I would buy diapers and rubber pants. For obvious reasons I had to be very careful. I did not want to do this, but I really needed to tell someone. I know this is completely private and will never be released to anyone, I so I decided to go through with it.

I imagine a very soft, loving, woman taking care of me (because she enjoys it as much as I do). I want her to change me, feed me a bottle, nurse me. It's not the milk I want, it’s her holding me in her arms so close and letting me nurse on her nipples. I had a dream once, the woman taking care of me decided, since she was afraid I would fall out of bed, she decided to have someone build me a large crib. The thought of laying in a crib and having mommy talk to me, laugh with me and change me would excite me to the max. I wonder whether there are women imagining doing this as much as I want them to.

Once upon a Vacation

Hello my name is Casey this is my first account with diapers.

One day while I was at my friend Justin's house after school we were playing with toys in his bedroom just doing what a normal 6 year old would do and then Justin asked me wouldn't it be cool to wear diapers and I said well maybe. Then he jumped up and ran to his baby sister's room and came back in his room with two diapers and said here put this on. I told him no and then I maid Justin a deal that if he put on a diaper I would put one on. Justin went in the closet and changed into the a diaper and came out with just the diaper on so then I did the same. He wanted me to pee in it I thought this was strange at the time but I did it anyways and it felt great. Justin then pee and pooped his diaper he wanted me to poop mine but I told him I didn't have to poop I lied. We started doing this after school a couple times a week. I moved away soon after.

When I was small (Maybe 4, 5, 6 years? My memory's fuzzy.), my brother used to wet the bed. Before using an alarm-pad (which worked, but woke everyone in the house up at least twice a month), they used diapers. I remember opening up the drawer they were in, taking a diaper out of the package, and laying it on the ground. I stepped to either side, and sat on it. I tried to get it on over my erection, failed, and just laid down on it. My memory cuts out around there.

Around that time, we were on a trip home, which for whatever reason took us through the woods. I announced that I had to poop, so we stopped the car, and I relieved myself sitting on a branch. Since there was nothing to wipe with, they replaced my underwear with pull-ups. We rode home without incidence. I could not stop thinking about how awkward they felt...

Years later, I would discover my dl...ism. Once, when I was 12 or 11, my cousin brought us some Goodnites, "just in case", and I used them all up just wearing them, occasionally peeing in them, in one week. My dad noticed, pulled me into the bedroom, and we had a calm, quiet talk about me being a dl. His conclusion was that I shouldn't, because it was "unsanitary." pfft.

So... here I am... writing this. The closest I can get to diapers is 20-30 squares of toilet paper.

my first diaper experience was when i was 6. I was on one of my first sleepover at my friend alexs house. Alex had a younger brother cory. when his mom told us it was time to get ready for bed she took cory into the bathroom for a few minutes. then she called Alex to come see her. I had no idea what was going on. When alex came out, mr. murray called me to come see her. she told me to go get my pajamas and come right back with them. when I went into the bathroom she told me that she was going to help me get ready for bed. i had no idea what she ment until she lifted me onto the counter which was a changing table. next thing you know she was had taken off my underwear and was putting a diaper on me. Then she grabed my pajamas and pulled them up and over. She told me that little boys still wet their beds and we were going to make sure we were dry for the night.

It first started when I had fallen asleep in class. I felt a warm feeling on my leg .When I woke up I realized I had wet my pants. Everyone was staring and giggling. I ran and started crying. I ran down the hallway to the nurse's office. She then called my mom to bring me some clothes. When she came she took me in to the car and put a diaper on me and said: Act like a baby, treated like baby.

I was going to stay at my Uncle's house for the week with my brother. My dad and mom were going on a trip. We were going to the water park at about 11:00am. When we got there we paid and went in. My brother was not feeling well, so he stayed with my aunt. I left my trunks at my uncle's house in my bag. So we went to the store but they were out of trunks, but they had "Little Swimmers" and so my uncle bought them for me. When he came back with them I told him I was not a baby, but he said that they were out of trunks so I said fine, I would wear them. He said not to use them. I said okay. After we were getting ready to go we went to tell of my Little Swimmers that he bought for me. He said, "I thought I told you not to use this as a bathroom!" I said, "I didn't." he said I pooped in it. I said I was sorry about it. He sad it is fine. We had eaten at the park so we didn't eat at home. Once we got home my uncle took his shower and then I did. Once I got out of my shower he called me in his room. I said, "What?" He said, "take off your boxers." I said "Why?" "I need to put one of your brother's diapers on you since you pooped your Little Swimmers at the park. I don't want you wetting the bed." I called my mom and dad and they said it was fine. I have been wearing diapers since I was 12 years old.