Watching other kids get diapered, plastic pants

I was maybe 6 visiting friends with my mom playing with a boy he was 5 and his sisters they were older. One of the girls said want to see something the boy was sitting on the floor in a diaper plastic pants and a t shirt, his sister went over pulled back his plastic pants and diaper to show me he had pooped his diaper and well. I got a good look and then the girls started to tease him witch his mom soon stopped and then went to get a fresh diaper and clean up supplies and change him in front of us all like it was no problem my mom thought a kid of his age should never be doing such a thing if only she knew that I wanted to experience that so bad oh how I wanted to know what it was like.

I've answered on this before. It runs in the family

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Wow. I have so many memories that I could probably write a book. I was raised up in a large family with cousins in large families.

The attraction to diapers and rubber (plastic) pants was always there as long as long can remember.

I remember having to share a bath with my baby sister. I was like 4 at the time. Mom left for a minute and I got ahold of my sisters snap on baby pants from the floor and convinced her to put them on. Mom came in and gave her hell for having them on. I thought it was a crazy wild thrill. Then there was the rubber pants that I'd grab out of the baby drawer and wear after everybody was asleep. I'd hide them under the dresser. Not a good place as mom could plainly see them. Did that a few times, but she never said a thing. Seeing sisters, brother and all my cousins being diapered was a daily occurrence.

There was the time dad took the whole family fishing. One of my other sisters sat in dads tackle box. When she stood up she had lures stuck all over her butt. Most were hooked in her rubber pants but some went thru into her diapers. Those took a wehile to get out. We all had a good laugh with her running around like a diaper tackle box. At my cousins I always took a trip to the basement to check out the diaper laundry. When you're little it seemed like it was always there. The intoxicating scent of used baby pants was pretty evident sometimes. One time I remember taking my cousins big babydoll play plastic pants and struggling into them. I got found out in a hurry and became the laughing stock of all the kids. I tried to hide behind couch but that didn't work out so well. I recall dad being really pissed about it. Also recall the soaking wet pile of diapers and rubber pants in the hallway where my sister just pulled them down and off to take a bath in the morning. They seemed to scream hey look at me! I was kinda jealous and wished it was me that wet the bed.

Probably the most vivid memory was when the family went to this place called storybook forest. I was like six. It was a couple hours from where we lived. Any ways, I remember the girls having to go potty. Mom would take the one only to have another have to go. With my baby sister to take care of she was beginning to get frustrated. It was about that time that I had to go but was reluctant to ask. I got this idea that I cold just let a little pee out and no one would know. So I did and then a little more and a little more as once I started I couldn't stop. Next thing I know, my jeans were cold and soaked in he crotch. Needless to say, dad blew a gasket. So off he and I went to the old Rambler station wagon. He roughly put me in the back on the tailgate and quickly pulled off my soaking jeans and underpants. I was stunned when He took out a diaper and powder an pinned me in it. I was too shocked and scared to say a word. He grumbled about me being a goddamned baby while he fished out a pair of my baby sisters rubber pants and pulled them up on me. I was very skinny at the time so they fit quite well. We only had a big area in the back of the car as the only way we fit was to all pile into the cargo area with the back seat folded down. So there I sat in my diapers and rubber pants and here came my sisters. When they saw me they exploded into laughter prompting people passing by to checking out the big boy in diapers. God I was embarrassed. Well, on the way home my jeans were rolled up in moms window flapping in the wind to dry out and I was in my diapers getting the humiliation of my life by the whole family. I got my pants back when we got home. I wonder now what would have happened if I had wet them. Probably would have gotten the belt.....

I'd like to say that this was the root of my abdl feelings but I know it was long before then that my interest was rooted.

We had these one neighbors that we spent alot of time at there house, or they came to our house. They also had an older child who was a bedwetter and was in diapers. This was when I wore diapers 24/7 so it was nice to have someone else to hang around with in diapers. He was diapered about 2 hrs before his bedtime every night. She had no problem diapering him in the living room if we were over or if they were at our house. There were times where I was diapered by her and he was diapered by my mom.

I think my first recollection of watching a friend get diapered was when I was six or seven.

It was a sleepover and he Wet the bed every nite. I knew he wore diapers at night but I never saw him diapered before. His mom said time to get ready for bed. And we went to his room and she got out his diapers and plastic pants. She also got out some powder and baby lotion. She had him get undressed and then he laid down on the changing Matt. She lifted up his legs and had him lay on some thick diapers. She put lotion and powder on him then pinned the diapers. She had him stand up and had him step into plastic pants. She pulled them up and then looked at me and said your mom told me that sometimes you still wet the bed. She said its ok to diaper you for bed. I said I know because my mom talked to me about it before I went over to his house.

So then I got diapered like my friend. She told me that if I wake and have to go just use my diaper. I remember waking up when it was still dark and having to pee.

I just wet the diaper and went back to sleep.

As a teen, my younger brother had a neighbor friend who wet the bed.

my brother told me he had seen him get diapered many times at night.

When he slept over at our house he would usually go home for a minute and get diapered and come back.

A couple of times his older sister, my age, came over and diapered him before bed. I was watching real close and his sister noticed me and later asked me if I liked diapers. I said no but that I used to wet the bed and had to wear diapers.

She had a little grin then and I think she knew that I liked them.

When married my wife and I went to a friends house a number of times and would see the mom diaper 3 kids for bed aged 2-6. Tried not to stare but it was captivating to watch.

I loved watching other kids getting cloth diapered especially watching the plastic pants being fussily pulled on over the diapers. I just wish that I had been within hearing distance to have been able to hear what was being said to babies while their diapers were being changed.

Umm, plastic pants, warm and slippery

While I saw hundreds of diaperings when I was young, I also did my share of changing dirty diapers. I clearly remember when my little brother was almost to potty training age. He had the habit of pooping his diaper right after supper. Mom was pretty much tired from cooking for a large family and taking care of everything during the day. So she wasn't pleased with putting up with another loaded diaper.

Somehow after negotiations with all my sisters with mom and dad it was decided that Dad would pay a quarter to whoever changed his diaper. They all balked. They were too "girly" to handle something like a poopy diaper. But I saw dollar signs. (twenty five cents was a lot of money to a kid in the 60's). Anyways from that time on I changed his nasty butt 7 days a week and made a good bit of cash....

I was 10 at the time and from about 7 till 10 my diaper desires disappeared so there was no thrill in this chore. So I cleaned him up and diapered him up, pulled his rubber pants on and sent him on his way. Next came the dread rinse out of the cloth diapers. After the rinse out, in the diaper pail they went along with the rubber pants and wash cloth. Finally it was out to Dad to reap my reward. …...jeeze he was a little stinker….

I was about 3 and a half, living for a while with my aunt and uncle. they had 3 boys. the youngest was about 1.5 or 2. my aunt used the ironing board to change him. i don't remember that scene very clearly. i wasn't all that interested in watching him get diapered. what i wanted was to have and wear his plastic pants. i wanted them bad. so i borrowed a pair, wore them at night and "hid" them under my pillow.

this happened a few times. nobody seemed to mind. then i thought i would try them on and wet and see what that was like. i hid again, this time behind the high headboard of my grandmother's bed as my cot was in her room. oops. little did i know they would leak like a sieve, those pants. big puddle on the floor. aunt not happy. i was properly chastised and probably did not borrow again while i lived with them.

a couple of years later we were at their home for xmas and stayed a couple of nights. my young cousin was still wetting his bed, bless his heart, and had a dresser full of diapers and rubber pants. bonanza. this time i did not wet. just wore them all night and put them back the next day. those were the days.

I must've been four years old, I think.

There was a huge party for my dad's side of the family, and they rented a hall in a big motel, and a few motel rooms.

I re-call being told to go have a nap in one of the rooms, as it was getting a bit later at night. My aunt took me with her to a room where my cousin already was in (she's a year younger than me).

I laid on the bed next to hers and I saw how my aunt grabbed a plastic pamper out of the bag (this was the mid 1980's), took my cousin's panties of and raised her legs up.

I got a good eye full of everything while she was put in a diaper, and I recall having this nervous anticipation that I might be next, but that never happened.

I was in my teens and staying over at a friends house. He had a younger brother, Brent, that was a few years younger than us, maybe 10?

When I went to use the bathroom I saw to my amazement that on the shelf above the toilet was a couple stacks of cloth diapers. Right in plain sight! I guessed they were for his brother and I was right.

My buddy and I were staying up late to watch something on TV but his bro had to go to bed earlier. His mom popped in and said, "Brent, time to get ready for bed." I noticed she had diapers in her hand. From where I was I couldn't see him get diapered, but heard all her prompts for him to lift up his butt, etc.

I felt both bad for him and a little awkward...I'd only been out of night diapers for a few years and knew what he was going through!

Have lots of opportunities to see other kids get diapered, will have to share. It also was the other way around: lots of kids watched me get diapered too!

I spent a lot more time in diapers than most when I was young, and I know that that has contributed to my fetish, but this experience definitely cemented it for me.

I spent a good deal of time over my grandmas house when I was young. If it was summertime I would spend a week at a time there. I had a cousin a year younger than me who would be there all summer sometimes. Let’s just say her mom was not the best. She was the youngest of my grandma‘s kids and sort of the black sheep of the family. This was good for me though as me and my cousin got along so well. She was more like my sister than my cousin. We were very close and would tell each other everything.

I think this happened when I was 6 and she was five. I was staying over my grandmas house one weekend and of course she was there too. Where in my grandma’s living room watching TV and messing around. We were playing around with the bouncy ball that you get from the quarter machine. My cousin stuck it down the back of her pants and said look I pooped my pants.

Of course my young mind went where it usually did, and I said looks like you need to wear diapers! We had a good laugh about that, but then she looked at me kind of seriously. She said I have to wear diapers at night because I pee my bed. I didn’t know what to say so I said you mean your little sister does right? She said no me, My mom puts me in diapers at night because I pee the bed. Well I didn’t know what else to say so I kind of dropped it. I was very intrigued, but embarrassed to ask her anything else about it. I had definitely never seen a diaper on her when we spent the night over my grandmas. I kind of forgot about it and things went on as normal few times we saw each other after that.

One night my mom dropped me off over there because she needed to go do some running around. My cousin was there as usual, she greeted me and then we went up to play in my grandma’s bedroom like we usually did. We We’re playing with some stuffed animals pretending they were our kids, when she stopped and said look what I have to wear...

She pulled her stretch pants down a little bit and I saw that she was wearing a diaper.This was back before pull ups were around so it was an actual tape up diaper. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I asked her why are you wearing that? She said I keep wetting the bed, so my mom said I have to wear diapers all weekend. I think I just said oh that sucks. I had like 1 million questions to ask her but I didn’t want to seem too interested.

We went back to playing and acted as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t believe I had missed her diapered state in the first place, she was crinkling with every step and her diaper was bulging out of her pants. After a while we went into my uncle’s room to play a video game.

We were in there for a while having a great time, when she kind of stopped and said uh oh. It got pretty stinky and I asked her if she farted. She said yeah and we had a good laugh about that. When we were done laughing, she said can you leave for a minute. I asked why and she said just go in grandma‘s room for a minute I’ll tell you when to come back. I did what she asked and went to my grandmas room across the hall.

Being a curious kid I figured she was trying to pull some kind of a trick on me. I heard my uncles door swing shut, but not all the way.I waited a few minutes, then creeped out in the hall and peered through the crack into my uncles room.

my cousin was where I left her crouched on my uncles bed. She was still playing the video game that we were playing before I left. Suddenly she bent over even more and let out a few more farts. I wanted to laugh but I didn’t want her to know I was there. She paused the game she was playing and got down on her hands and knees on the bed.

At this point I really wondered what she was doing. Why did she ask me to leave? She farted again then got a far away look in her eyes. Her face turned red and was squished up, then I heard another sound. I couldn’t believe it. She was pooping her diaper. I almost exploded. You could actually see it expand as she was wearing tight black stretch pants. She gave a few more grunts, then sighed and got up off the bed.

My trance was broken. I quickly tiptoed back into my grandma room. I heard my uncles door open a little bit, and she called my name. I came out into the hall and she was peeking out of my uncle’s room. She said can you go get grandma? I said yeah and asked her if everything was alright. She said yeah I just need grandma.

I went downstairs and found my grandma she was in the kitchen. I told her my cousin says she needs you. She asked for what and I said I don’t know, although I thought I did.

Grandma went upstairs and I heard some muffled talking. I stayed down in the dining room by the stairs and tried to listen. Grandma came back down the stairs shaking her head. I asked her if everything was all right and she said yeah. She grabbed my cousins overnight bag and unzipped it. When she did I could see that besides clothes there were diapers and wipes in there. She took the bag and went back upstairs .

I looked up the stairs and I saw them both going to my grandmas room and shut the door. I wanted to see what was going on so bad, but again I didn’t want to seem to interested. I assume my grandma changed my cousins diaper because she came out with a plastic bag and quickly threw it in the downstairs garbage. My cousin came crinkling down the stairs, smelling like baby powder, and said come on let’s go back up and play.

we went back to our video game and pretended nothing happened. I asked her what was going on and she said nothing. I badly wanted to press on about it but I didn’t. I also ignored the fact that the entire upstairs of my grandmas house smelled like Poo.

We played a little longer before my mom came to pick me up. I took my turns on the video game, and when it was her turn I would sit slightly behind her and look at her diaper hanging out of her pants. When my mom got there, I asked her if I could stay all weekend, but there was some reason I couldn’t. My cousin gave me a hug then she ran back upstairs.

I never saw her in a diaper after that. I guess it was just that one weekend. My grandma probably put a stop to it when she talked to my aunt. Probably didn’t wanna be changing a five-year-old‘s diaper! I brought it up a few times after that just because I couldn’t help myself. She would just say yeah I remember and laughed it off and change the subject.

definitely one of my formative memories. I’m sure it’s one of the reasons I like girls in diapers today.

In developmental disability services as a kid there was plenty of kids there that weren't potty trained that were 7 8 9 10 years old.

Just remembered another time. It was at my moms friends house. She had a daughter around my age and a younger son That I would play with while she visited. The daughter and I were in elementary school and the son was around 4ish.

We were all playing in the living room while our Moms talked in the kitchen. The son was chasing me and his sister. We started to climb up on these chairs and he started climbing up after us. All of the sudden he stopped and looked down. His shorts turned dark and started to leak as he wet his pants.

His sister immediately called for her Mom to come in. She told her that her brother had peed his pants again. His Mom came over got him, and told my Mom she’d be right back. She did not look too happy and he was pitching a huge fit as she carried him off.

I had to go to the bathroom so I asked my Mom where it was. She told me it was at the end of the hall. I started to walk down the hall when I heard the son crying from his room. The door was open so I stopped and looked in.

He was laying on the floor and his Mom was putting a diaper on him. He was kicking his feet and crying. She was telling him this is what will happen if he keeps peeing his pants. She finally got it taped up then was grabbing him new shorts when she saw me watching. She said we will be out in a minute. I said oh ok and continued on to the bathroom.

After that I went back and played with his sister some more. Eventually he came out of his room to play. We all acted like nothing happened. His shorts did little to hide his diapered state though. He was also crinkling with every step. Soon it was time to leave so we said our good byes and I left with my Mom.

The next time I saw them was a few weeks later. My Mom dropped me off to play. The sister and I went into her room to play. We were playing with some toys when I asked her where her brother was. She said I think my Mom is changing his diaper.

Obviously I was super interested, but didn’t want to seem like it. I said, he wears diapers? She said, yeah he does, he pees his pants. I said, geez, probably poops his pants too. She again said, yeah, he does. I waited then said, wow, like all the time? She said, yep, then changed the subject.

A Few minutes later he walked in to play. It wasn’t as obvious as the shorts, but I could still tell he was wearing a diaper. It stuck out of his pants when he bent down. I saw his mom walk by the doorway. She waved hello as she went by. Sure enough in her other hand was a rolled up dirty diaper. We played for a few hours and then my Mom picked me up.

I never saw him in a diaper after that. Don’t know if he was having a bad time with accidents or what. It was strange because I had played with him lots of times before that and he was not wearing a diaper then. Maybe his parents just decided to give potty training a break for a while.

My sister and I watched each other being diapered by mom many times. I'm four years older and mom diapered me until I was 17 and my sister until she was 11 or 12. So many times we were diapered at the same time before going to bed, especially before we each had our own bedroom. I was around 15 the last time I saw mom diaper her, but my sister may have seen me diapered a few times even after. There were a few times when I helped her out of her diapers in the morning to help get ready for school when mom was busy making lunches or taking care of our youngest sister. We all wore cloth diapers and rubber pants under our PJ's so I would help her off with her jammies, take down her rubber pants and unpin her diaper. The two of us have always been quite close and many years later, after she discovered diapers and rubber pants in my suitcase when I stayed over at her place for business, we had a long discussion over the next two days about our childhood and how much wetting and diapers were part of it and contributed to my own love of wearing diapers and rubber pants.