My mother changed my diapers until I was 17 because I was a chronic bed wetter until I finally stopped. I was also changed by babysitters until I was 13. And my two aunts changed my diapers when we visited them. We would visit them two or three times a year and it was a long My mother changed my diapers until I was 17 because I was a chronic bed wetter until I finally stopped. I was also changed by babysitters until I was 13. And my two aunts changed my diapers when we visited them. We would visit them two or three times a year and it was a long drive and I had to wear diapers on long car trips even when I was older because I'd wet myself when I feel asleep in the car. So when we arrived my aunt changed me out of my diapers and when we left for home, she would pin my diapers on. It got to be a little embarrassing when I was 16-18 and my girl cousins would watch my aunt diaper me. Mom also had me wear diapers during the day, even when I was older, when we went out to places like Disneyland, amusement parks, or long drives to the mountains or the beach because she was afraid I might have accidents. I would be changed in the backseat of our car, or in the women's restroom and sometimes other ladies saw me being changed. I'd hear comments like how old is your boy, or isn't he too old for diapers, or can I help you. Once another mom told my mom to cover me up because she could see my pee-pee. I was 16 last time that happened. Very embarrassing. In my teens, I'd often get aroused when I was diapered and that was even more embarrassing, especially when it happened in front of anyone other than my mom. She was used to my having erections when she diapered me and told me she didn't mind, but I felt so weird and scared when someone else saw mom change my diapers and I was hard.
By the time I left home for good, I had long stopped wetting my bed and needing diapers, but I had a full on diaper fetish. I wore diapers secretly, not nearly as often as I would have liked, and had no one to change me. Over the years I met a handful of girls who either discovered my secret by accident or I told and hoped would be OK with it and let me wear diapers and rubber pants when we were together. And of course, my real hope was that she would change me like my mom and aunts had done when I was a horny teenager. The few times the girl who knew my secrets actually changed my diapers, I was thrilled, became very aroused and amorous and of course hoped we'd stay together forever, but alas, such was not the case. The girls always ended up leaving me, had no interest in being what they called a mommy to a 30 or 40 year old guy. Needless to say I was very disappointed if not heartbroken that I was left having to change my own diapers and return to my fantasies of wearing diapers and rubber pants around a girl who checked my diapers, changed me when I needed it, took me all diapered up where ever she went, let her friends know about her little diaper boy.
Finally, in my early 50's I decided I needed to tell girls I wanted to date and play around with that I was wearing diapers and rubber pants, that I wore them a lot for pleasure and fun and hoped she was OK with that. The first couple of times I told a girl, she told me straight out not to bother her again, she thought I was too weird and would never date a guy who went around wearing diapers for fun. Just no way. Maybe they discouraged me a little, made me feel bad, but I soldiered on. The next girl I met and liked, I told, and guess what? She didn't care and dared me to show her. She was young, early 20's, cute as a button, long legs to die for, wearing a little dress, somewhat loose, short because of her long legs. She looked braless under her loose fitting top as I watched her dance. She didn't seem to have a guy hanging around her, just a couple of girlfriends so I approached and asked if I could dance with her. She said sure. Now I was fully diapered that night, I had doubled my pinned on cloth diapers, added a couple of baby prefolds for extra absorbancy and my rubber pants. I wanted to last the night, wet as much as I wanted and not leak, hoping I would meet a girl. Well, as we danced some, talked a little, I knew I liked her and decided before the night was over I would tell her. She was so fun to dance with, I had a hard keeping my eyes off her boobies, not because they were huge, but because I could see so much of her nipples when she moved around and they were perfect, just like my moms. After we'd dance for awhile, I suggested we find a table and get drinks. We did and we spent the rest of the night talking, drinking, dancing. I liked her a lot, had wet my diapers several times during the night and decided to tell her. Very nervous, but we had started to play handsy some, she had one hand on my leg so I kissed her on her mouth. She opened her lips, she put her tongue in my mouth, so I decided now's the time. “Katy, I have something I need to tell you before we go any further. Move you hand up some and you will know what I want to tell you. She did as I told her "I have diapers on, can you feel them? I know its weird but its just some harmless thing I've liked since I was a kid, I wear diapers for fun and I've had such a great time with you, I wanted to be totally honest with you before we go any further." I stop, look her in the eye, expecting the worst, but instead she says “Oh, it feels so squishy there, you must have wet yourself. I wondered if you had something like that on, you haven't used the restroom once since you've been here and we both drank a ton. Your so sweet to tell me. I don't mind at all, seems so kinky. I'd love for you to tell me more about all this.” Well, that was the start and we saw each other for at least a year before we broke up. I knew I was too old for her, she wanted a family, but I'd been there and done that. She was the first girl I told about my diaper fetish who enjoyed being with me when I had diapers on. Once I taught her how to change my diapers, she insisted on diapering me whenever we were together. I'd get so excited every time she changed me, I was like a teen in heat, and she wasn't much different. She loved to role play with her pretending to be my mother when it was bedtime, take me to the bedroom, take my pants down, lay a diaper on my bed, have me lay down on the diapers, wipe my wee-wee and bottom, powder me and pin my diapers on. When I got hard she'd tell me I was being naughty and ask me if I wanted mommy to help me have cummies. She had her own apartment that she shared with her girlfriend and when I stayed over with her, I had to take my trousers off and so I only had diapers and rubber pants on, even when her roommate was there. She even changed me in the living room in front of her roommate and when I got hard she'd jack me off before she finished diapering me. A few times we'd go out together, I'd get really wet, and she'd change me in the women's restroom. We're still friends today and see each other occasionally. She's married, has kids and the life she always wanted, but whenever she sees me the first thing she does is pat me on my bottom to see if I'm wearing. I haven't disappointed her since.
I continued to date other girls, always wearing my cloth diapers and rubber pants, told them if we saw each other more than three or four times, and met with some success, but mostly embarrassment and humiliation. Until I met my now wife. She took to me and my diapers like a duck takes to water. Soon after telling her she was changing my diapers whenever we were together, which quickly became most of the time. By then, I'd been quite successful in business, was mostly retired, had a large home, large backyard with pool, gardens and the like. She and her daughter moved in, she explained my diapers to her daughter, her mother, and a few of her girlfriends. I got to wear diapers as much as I wanted, started wearing full time, while she set the rules for my behavior. I could wet when ever I wanted, but was not allowed to mess without her permission and I had to ask. I was allowed to wear diapers and rubber pants around the house without covering them as much as I wanted, but when we went out I had to be diapered, she took my diaper bag where ever we went. She'd check my diapers often, not always careful about whether someone might see, and if she thought I needed a change, she's find somewhere to do it, sometimes the ladies room if it was empty, or one that could be locked for privacy, or even the backseat of our car. Every time she changed me away from home, there was always the chance that someone might see. And of course it has happened more than a few times. She even told a waitress we got to know at our favorite restaurant one time that I had diapers on, had wet myself and needed to be changed. She asked if they had a place where she could change me, they did, and since then, my wife has changed me many times there, as long as the waitress is there to help. It's got to the point where our waitress asks my wife if I wet my diapers and need to be changed. Once I took her to her favorite store for clothes and after spending two hours trying clothes on, I had gotten so turned on watching her and her saleslady try on clothes and underwear, I had soaked my diapers. Near the end, my wife asked me in front of our cute young saleslady my diapers needed to be changed and then pulled the front of my trousers down, pulled my diapers and rubber pants out enough for her to see how wet I was. She told the girl that I had to wear diapers because I was a bedwetter and couldn't be trusted not to wet my pants. The saleslady seemed a bit shocked but asked if there was anything she could do to help so my wife asked if there was somewhere she could change me. There was and from then on my diapers were often changed when we went clothes shopping. I'd say that more often than not when I was changed away from home, I'd get really turned on and my wife would usually end up giving me a hand job.
She's also changed me when we visit her girlfriends at their homes and after the first few times, she let her friend watch while she diapered me, and eventually let her friends help. Of course that always got me hard right in front of her girlfriends. More recently, her mother has moved in with us. She knows of course, checks my diapers often and has been changing me too. I still get erections when my MIL changes my diapers, but she tells me I can please myself if I want, that she doesn't mind. So to summarize, I've been diapered almost anywhere you could think of, both at home and mostly privately, and away from home in restrooms, outdoors at the beach, hiking trails or the park, the backseat of cars, hotels and more. If one is going to wear diapers for pleasure full time, one has to expect to have his diapers changed anywhere.