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Title: | The Diaper Snatcher
Name: | Mark
Email: | not given
Gender: | Male
Current Age: | 27
Posting Date: | 08/31/08
Story Contents: |
A- Post-toddler (4-8) | ● | R- Sisters, other girls |
B- Pre-teen (9-12) |  | S- Babysitters |
C- Teen (13-17) |  | T- Masturbation | ●
D- Adult (18+) |  | U- Sexual situations |
E- Cloth diapers |  | V- Gay |
F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections | ●
G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
H- Poop | ● | Y- Accidents |
I- Exposed diapers | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper Discipline |
J- Multiple diapers |  | 1- Female Domination |
K- Baby paraphernalia |  | 2- Enemas |
L- Mother |  | 3- Restraints |
M- Father | ● | 4- Crying |
N- Aunt |  | 5- Spanking |
O- Uncle | ● | 6- Humiliation |
P- Brothers (diapered) |  | 7- Babying |
Q- Brothers (not diapered) |  | 8- Regression |
Summary: | A story about a man, Ryan, and his diaper-wearing nephew Max, who take used diapers out of trash cans.

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    My name is Ryan Brown. Twenty-four years ago, when I was only twelve, I
    started to babysit my cousins. My cousins at that time were all one,
    and naturally, still in diapers. I would feed them, play with them,
    and, best of all change them. I don't know why, but every time I
    smelled that smell, of poopy diapers, a funny feeling came over me. A
    feeling that told me I *had* to have that absorbent, paper-like
    underpant stained yellow by pee, and filled with, brown, stinking poo.
    After changing them, I would hold that round poopy sack in my hand, and
    marvel at it.

    Now, years later, I have developed a diaper fetish. And it makes me
    lust for those poopy diapers, so much so, that I will dig through trash
    cans to get them, and smell them, and preserve them, and squish them,
    and masturbate in them.

    My nephew, Max, who is four, is still in diapers. His parents died when
    he was one, and I started to take care of him. My brother had always
    enjoyed changing diapers, and playing with babies, and was going to
    keep Max in diapers for a long time. I wasn't about to change that.

    Max and I both loved diapers. He loved wearing them, pooping in them,
    and squishing in them. I loved changing them, and just seeing them,
    especially if they were open, with a brown mass of poop, under a boy's
    butt I was wiping. Together, we would go and take diapers from trash
    cans, in the open, and in the bathrooms. He would have to poop or pee,
    so I could take him to the bathroom, change him, and take the diapers
    in the trash. It was a fun gig.

    The first time we tried this, I'll never forget. Max was thrilled about
    my idea snatching dirty diapers, and was eager to dump in his pants for
    my fetish. We went to the zoo, where lots of kids would go- and lots of
    diapers would need changing. After a short train ride, we were at the
    zoo. Max and I went and looked at some animals for a half-hour, and
    then headed to the playground. Max pooped, so that when a diapered kid
    was taken in for a change, we could follow. There were plenty of kids
    in diapers there. After a minute, I saw one boy get his diaper checked
    by his father. The father picked up his diaper bag, and the boy, and
    walked off to the bathroom. I got Max, checked him, to make it seem
    like I hadn't known about his stinker, and grabbed the diaper bag, and
    took Max by the hand.

    I had never been in this bathroom before, but I was pleased by its
    layout. There was everything- a diaper-snatcher with a decoy to change
    could need- a little hall that led back into the place with the
    changing table, and a trash can next to it.

    I walked in, and the smell of poop met my nose. Could it be the little
    boy? Maybe. I followed the smell, and, sure enough it led to the
    changing table! I sat down on a bench in the little alcove, and waited
    for the man to finish his son's diaper. The man looked back at me as he
    finished up and said, "Hey, you've got a little stinker, too?" He held
    up the boy's rolled up diaper- it was huge! I could feel my penis
    getting hard and erect.

    "Yep," I said. "That's a nice load, there. What have you been feeding
    him?" We both laughed. "How old is poopy diapers, there?"

    "He's three and a half. I haven't been pushing him for potty training,
    I don't think he wants it.

    "No!" the boy on the changing table yelled. "Poopy diapers fun!"

    "Hey," I said. "Max here is four. He has the same idea about diapers,
    dontcha?" Max smiled and nodded, then pulled down his pants, revealing
    his poop-filled Pamper.

    "Whoa! You've got a healthy little boy there! Hey, where do you live,
    maybe we could schedule a little play-date for Tommy and Max?"

    "Sure, I live in Riverside, 127 High Street."

    "Really? I live just up the street! Is tomorrow OK? My place? 156 High
    Street."

    "Sure!" I said.

    "OK, I'll talk to you tomorrow, then." The father picked the big ball
    up in his left hand. "What's your name by the way? I'm Derek." He held
    out his right hand, I took it.

    "I'm Ryan. If you don't mind, I've got change a diaper, here."

    Derek laughed. "Heh, I can see. See you later, Ryan!" He walked out of
    the alcove, tossing the diaper behind him, I caught it, because he was
    going to miss and I didn't want any poor person to clean up a big
    splattered, poopy diaper off the floor. Next, I pulled out a zip-lock
    bag from the diaper bag, and sealed Tommy's soiled diaper in it.
    Looking down into the trash can, there were a few other diapers, which
    I also took, and put in zip-lock bags.

    Now that I had collected my treasures, it was time to change Max's
    poopy pants. I picked him up, putting one hand in between his legs, and
    mashing the poop in his diaper. Once he was on the table, I lifted his
    legs up, without opening the diaper, and grabbed the huge lump, and
    squished it for ten seconds. After that, I untaped his diaper and
    looked upon the brownness of his poop. I lifted his legs up with one
    hand, and wiped his poopy bottom. I threw the wipes away as I used
    them, to leave room for the mountain of poop in his diaper. Once I
    finished wiping him after using fourteen wipes, I pulled the diaper out
    from under him, and rolled it up. After sprinkling some baby powder on
    the fresh, new diaper, and pulled it up, over his penis, I taped it
    shut.

    A four inch wide sphere with Elmo on it now laid on the table, smelling
    heavily of doo-doo, and yellowed with pee. I picked up the diaper and
    deposited in a Ziploc bag. I lifted Max off the table, put his pants
    back on, and went to see some more animals before leaving- and enjoying
    my spoils.

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