Has anybody been diapered for other than bedwetting?

I was several occasions

1. When Mom & Dad was going out, Mom diapered me and put me too bed at 7pm , before the babysitter came over, the sitter was younger than me , She lived upstairs with her mom , Our other sitter canceled and Mom had her as a last resort.

2. I was over an Aunt`s house she has 2 boys that are in diapers , She wanted a peaceful night to herself and diapered her 2 boys and put them in bed, She said 2 down and one to go , I was diapered on her bed and put into the crib in her room.

3. I went to another sitter`s while the other sitter was on vacation, She was rather obese woman that had a toddler , Nobody knew she was pregnant that`s how big she was

Anyways Her child shouldl`ve been potty trained by now but She wasn`t , She just kept her in Diapers and put into a playpen because if she was out, The Woman would be running all around after her , Then Right after My Mom left , She asked me to go in her bedroom and get a Pamper, So I Did, So I Went back to her and handed to her as she was unzipping my pants and pulling them down she told me to step out of my pants and diapered me while I was standing, After It was on me she told me to get in the playpen with her daughter....

When i was 20 y.o i was paralized from my neck down by guillian barre syndrome its a nerve disease. I was at the rehab hospital when they removed the catherter and put me in a pair of blue attends very embaressing to be 20 and diaperd by cute nurses,but they said because the catherter was in for a month annd a half its dimminshed my ability to control my bladder. Every day diaperd fed with a bib on and litterly treated as a baby for the most part. embaressing but thats how this monster came to be lol.I kinda miss them days not the no moving part but the way they would bathe me then powder me then diaper me awsome experince but scary fora 20 y.o boy to go through.

I was always in diapers on long car trips.

I just want to wear them

I was diapered during the day when I was 5. This was while we were driving from San Francisco CA(where we picked up our car that had been shipped from Hawaii)to Camp Pendleton CA. My father was in the Marines and was being reassigned back to the mainland. We had to drive from San Francisco which was a long drive and I was still wetting my pants some times. So my mother decided to diaper me for the trip. And if I remember correctly I wet my diapers a lot on that trip. Which became a little stressful when my father had a bout with Malaria which he contracted during WWII on Guadalcanal. Mom had to look after him and 2 small children my sister was 3 almost 4 at the time and she was diapered too.

I had a friend who was diapered by his step mom for not listening to her. His father was out a trip and he was left with her. She made him wear diapers for almost 4 days and of course use them for intended purposes. She never told his father but every time he disobeyed she threatened him of telling. Of course after this a new fetish was born.

Looking back I spent a good deal of time in diapers as a child, although I didn't really think so at the time. My mother was a police officer and did a lot of shift work, i.e. graveyard, swing, and day shift. So from month-to-month me and my sisters had no idea who would be taking care of us if we weren't in school.

Usually it was my aunt, and she would always diaper me to make sure that I wouldn't wet the bed, even though I didn't wet the bed at the time. There weren't enough beds at her house for all three of us so I had to sleep in my little sister’s crib. I remember the reason she gave for the diapers was (she didn't like me climbing out of the crib in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom because that would wake my little sister up).

Then there was the nursery school we went to when my aunt wasn't taking care of us. The teachers at that school (it would be called a day care center today) used diapers as a punishment, and for maintaining discipline. Most of the time the diaper was just pinned on over your cloths, but I remember lots of kids my age and older (myself included) who got the full diaper treatment. And that was cloth diapers with rubber pants and no bathroom privileges.

Then when I was in second grade I got sick and had to stay in the hospital for several weeks. The children's ward that I stayed in had eight beds with a central play area. The only bathroom was down the hall and all of us were kept in diapers for the entire stay. I remember not liking the diapers but I also wasn't allowed to get out of bed to use the play area and that really pissed me off.

Once I was out of the hospital, I continued to convalesce at home for another six months and was kept in diapers the entire time. By the time I started second-grade over again the following school year, I still needed diapers at night until I learned to stop wetting the bed. I guess I just got used to wearing diapers. Also around this time we took a lot of road trips and train trips. We drove to Nebraska to visit my grandfather, and then the beach and Disneyland. We took a train trip to visit my mother's brother's in Alaska, Oregon and Texas. For all those trips my mother made me and my little sister wear diapers. My little sister was about four years old at the time.

It was around this time that I became very aware and curious about diapers and who was or wasn't wearing them. It seems like everyone in the 50s and early 60s swore that their child was toilet trained before they were two years old. But I know that was pure BS. The neighbors on both sides of my house had kids my age still in diapers when I got my first paper route. My best friend was one of them and the other was my first girlfriend. Both of them wet the bed and wore diapers and plastic or rubber pants every night even on sleepovers or backyard camping (we did a lot of that). When I was delivering my newspapers, a lot of my customers would have diapers and plastic pants hanging on their clothes lines even though their children were close to my age or older. We all went to the same school and I knew who had baby brothers and sisters, plus I could tell by the size of the diapers and rubber pants that the diapers on the cloths line were not just for the baby in the house. A lot of the customers for my paper route would pay their weekly bill on Saturday mornings when I delivered their newspaper. In the neighborhood I lived in, the front porches had a front door in the middle of the porch that led to the living room, and another door on the side of the porch that led into the kitchen/dining area. Most people used the kitchen door as the main entrance and on numerous occasions when I would show up with the newspaper I would see kids I knew from school sitting at the table eating breakfast still wearing their diapers and/or pajamas (over their diapers). There were no disposable diapers back then so it was impossible to miss the bulge of their double thick night diapers. I would always act like I didn't notice, but "I noticed". 😉 Despite this most of us didn't talk about diapers or bed-wetting. It was a big dark secret that you weren't supposed to talk about.

I guess it's no wonder that I became a diaper lover.

I was diapered at age 9 for punishment. Lasted off and on till I was almost 16. Spent a summer in them when I was 12, again as punishment.

"I was diapered at age 9 for punishment. Lasted off and on till I was almost 16. Spent a summer in them when I was 12, again as punishment."

What were you usually punished for? Did others find out?

I was diapered a few times for punishment, but not very much because my aunt knew that I liked to be put in diapers. I was also diapered after I was out of diapers in the daytime becuase I asked to be put in them.

I was diapered after getting an enema and releasing it, so as to prevent messes if I had "leaks", since I got the enemas right before bed... Must have made quite an impression on me, because here I am!

Before i got my first period my bladder got so weak that my mother suggested i go back to diapers fulltime for awhile until i could get more control. It was about a year between the ages of 11-12.

When I messed my pants twice between the ages of 5 and 6 I was made to sit in a diaper for about an hour. After that I would feel embarrassed when I would walk down the baby isle at the store. Also when I was 7 Me and my best friend would steal my sisters diapers and diaper ourselves and eventually wet them. I have no idea why we would do this but we both loved it and did it often. When I hit puberty I used the internet to find pics of girls in diapers because I figured you could find anything on the internet. The first thing I ever put into a search was "Women In Diapers". I found DPF and the rest is history.

I'm curious to know, if you were diapered before the "younger" babysitter showed up, how old were you at the time you were being diapered and how much younger was the babysitter?

I was diapered when I was just a little over a month away from being 13. My mom used them as punishment on me for leaving skid marks in my underwear and "acting like a baby".

A few times....it was when I had an accident which didn't happen too often. I wore night diapers until I was 10 so...

Remember once trying to hold #2 cause Mom was in our only bathroom. Didn't make it and went in my pants in the hallway. Mom was not happy. She said, "Lets get you cleaned up." I had to stand on a changing pad in the hallway while that happened. Then she came back with my diapers and told me to lie down. "If you're going to poop like a baby you can wear diapers like a baby." I remember feeling about 2 years old. Was in them the rest of the day. I remember looking out the window at my friends playing outside. Everyone had to make a big deal out of 'checking my diaper'. Totally embarrassing.

Until I was a bout 6 or 7 I would always be put in nappies for long car journeys because I used to regularly wet my self

When I was 4 was diapered for messy accidents for a few months. Was only time diapered

Other than wetting my pants or bedwetting, I was put in nappies with plastic pants whenever the family went on a long car trip. If I was likely to fall asleep then the nappies were essential. Even if I stayed awake, it was easier for me to piss in my nappy rather than holding on until we stopped.

I'm pretty sure that my parents made me wear a cloth nappy and plastic pants up until I was 7 or 8 for these car journeys. This was a year or more after they'd swapped me into Dry-Nites for my bedwetting. I remember my dad saying that my Dry-Nites couldn't be trusted for driving.

At least I got to wear my normal clothes over the nappy when I was in the car... when we went to the Drive-In I had to wear my pyjamas over the top, and these bulged out so much that a blind man would have realised I was in nappies.

Only once as far as I can recall. I was around 7 at the time. We were having a family outing at a small theme park for kids when my sisters all chimed up that they had to use the bathroom. I realized I did needed to also. my parents were exasperated by needing to take the gang to the bathrooms. I hadn't said a word feeling it would make matters worse. It wasn't long after that I realized I wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer. I got the bright idea that I could pee just a little and nobody would know. So I let a bit out. That only made me need to go even more. By the time I could control myself I had a really nice pee stain on the front of my pants. I was pretty surprised that it made such a mess as I figured it wouldn't show. OOPS!

Needless to say Dad went ballistic. It was close to when we were going to leave, so I was ushered brusquely tothe old Rambler where my baby sisters diaper bag was located. Out came the diapers, pins and plastic pants. I was lectured by a very agitated father about my infantile behavior as the diapers were pinned on and the "rubber pants" were pulled in place. My sisters found this all hilarious much to my shame. I was kept diapered till my pants dried out.(no I didn't dare wet the diapers)... I remember my pants flapping in the breeze where my mom rolled the window up on the legs to hold them in place as dad drove home. I was allowed back into my pants that evening after another stern lecture.

Only once as far as I can recall. I was around 7 at the time. We were having a family outing at a small theme park for kids when my sisters all chimed up that they had to use the bathroom. I realized I did needed to also. my parents were exasperated by needing to take the gang to the bathrooms. I hadn't said a word feeling it would make matters worse. It wasn't long after that I realized I wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer. I got the bright idea that I could pee just a little and nobody would know. So I let a bit out. That only made me need to go even more. By the time I could control myself I had a really nice pee stain on the front of my pants. I was pretty surprised that it made such a mess as I figured it wouldn't show. OOPS!

Needless to say Dad went ballistic. It was close to when we were going to leave, so I was ushered brusquely tothe old Rambler where my baby sisters diaper bag was located. Out came the diapers, pins and plastic pants. I was lectured by a very agitated father about my infantile behavior as the diapers were pinned on and the "rubber pants" were pulled in place. My sisters found this all hilarious much to my shame. I was kept diapered till my pants dried out.(no I didn't dare wet the diapers)... I remember my pants flapping in the breeze where my mom rolled the window up on the legs to hold them in place as dad drove home. I was allowed back into my pants that evening after another stern lecture.

How do you feel about that incident Metoo, then, and now? I know you said you felt shame, when your sisters were in hysterics over it. But, did you feel it was an overreaction, and should not have happened that way? What do you feel about it now, any different?

I never used a diaper or was given one in childhood as I never needed it. A few months ago I bought a pack of adult diapers for myself just as an experiment in prevention and potential submission. I'm a switch who loves enemas as well as submission/humiliation with the right Domme partner. My DBC outer balloon ruptured so I'm left with a single balloon now that doesn't seal as well as the double. If I'm doing a large or challenging enema now I'll put a diaper on over the catheter hanging out my butt. It helps with some small leaks until I get the balloon tension adjusted correctly. It also gives me a nice additional feeling of submission and humiliation along with that from being given the enema by my real/fantasy Domme. I'll usually wear it all through taking and retaining the enema up until I make it to the commode for release. It's not a requirement, but it adds a nice additional aspect to my usual group of kinks I use to stimulate my orgasms. At my age, I can use all the orgasm help I can get. Very enjoyable.

Eric

Hi Luvs, Given the times then, I think it might have been a bit extreme to be diapered at the age of seven in public. I remember young families walking by as I was laid out on the tailgate being pinned in diapers The reactions of the adults was sort of like "geeze what's that all about he's kinda old to be in diapers" so yeah even then it was a "bit" over the top. But also times were different too. It was acceptable to sent a strong message to a wayward child. Also with a large family it was deemed important to send a strong message to the other kids that misbehavior wouldn't be tolerated. Also the way wetters were dealt with in our family was diapers and rubber pants. No threats, just diapered. Wet your pants or bed, diapers. We knew the rules. I looked at the whole thing like "well trying to pee just a little doesn't work" .....oops...

As far as my sisters, well I felt the shame with Dad and Mom. I didn't give two hoots about my sisters. I was in trouble a lot and consequently in the "doghouse" all the time. I gave them plenty of entertainment all the time, LOL. I recall Dad threw a blanket over my diapers as he felt it was improper to leave a boy exposed in front of girls. Interestingly, my sisters got a box of crackers to snack on. They had great fun making me display my diapers in return for my share of the snack. By that time I really didn't care about being seen by them and just joined in on the diaper fun with them.

The whole incident was remarkable enough to stick indelibly in my memory, but I really don't feel any harm or damage done by it. Today, I look back at it and smile. It was one of those things that you go thru as a boy in a large family. Sort of no harm. no foul.

Hi Luvs, Given the times then, I think it might have been a bit extreme to be diapered at the age of seven in public. I remember young families walking by as I was laid out on the tailgate being pinned in diapers The reactions of the adults was sort of like "geeze what's that all about he's kinda old to be in diapers" so yeah even then it was a "bit" over the top. But also times were different too. It was acceptable to sent a strong message to a wayward child. Also with a large family it was deemed important to send a strong message to the other kids that misbehavior wouldn't be tolerated. Also the way wetters were dealt with in our family was diapers and rubber pants. No threats, just diapered. Wet your pants or bed, diapers. We knew the rules. I looked at the whole thing like "well trying to pee just a little doesn't work" .....oops...

As far as my sisters, well I felt the shame with Dad and Mom. I didn't give two hoots about my sisters. I was in trouble a lot and consequently in the "doghouse" all the time. I gave them plenty of entertainment all the time, LOL. I recall Dad threw a blanket over my diapers as he felt it was improper to leave a boy exposed in front of girls. Interestingly, my sisters got a box of crackers to snack on. They had great fun making me display my diapers in return for my share of the snack. By that time I really didn't care about being seen by them and just joined in on the diaper fun with them.

The whole incident was remarkable enough to stick indelibly in my memory, but I really don't feel any harm or damage done by it. Today, I look back at it and smile. It was one of those things that you go thru as a boy in a large family. Sort of no harm. no foul.

I hear ya Metoo, with respect to your memories, of other people having the reaction of "why is a boy so old in diapers". My mom was like that, very much so. She firmly believed, one should be out of diapers by no older then 3, and no excuses. I can remember her passing a lot of judgements, on others who had older kids still diapered.

I don't think that's a bad thing, or way to deal with things. Diapers being used in a matter of fact way. As you said, "diapers were used, no threats, just diapered". I never felt comfortable, when my mom laid judgements on others, for whatever reasons.

Dynamics are somewhat different in larger families, I know. Mine was just me, and my older sister. Not that she didn't miss an opportunity to get at me. I did see a difference in my cousins interactions, they were 5 kids. It was interesting seeing how there worked things out there, lol.

I have to laugh, but kindly, at your sisters withholding the crackers, unless you showed your diapers. That sounds like, it could be a fun game now too. Maybe not for crackers though ???

Time has a way of healing any such harm or damage, as long as it didn't go to far. Abuse would be a whole nother ballgame, for sure. So many things between my sister and I, I can recall, some not good, but I don't really hold and malice. In the grand scheme it means very little.

Oh, and one more thing Metoo, if you show us a picture of your exposed diapers, you can have a yummy cookie! LOL, I'm kidding, of course. (I don't have any good cookies) 😜

Luvs, I never felt that there was any harm done. I smile about it yet today. As do my sisters if it's brought up (actually they laugh their asses off). Yes the social dynamics of a large family, 6 kids in this case are interesting. Mayhem was kept to a minimum by a largely militaristic attitude. Rules were to be followed. At any cost. It never got that far as being kids we always bent to the pressure way before it became abuse.

By todays standards that might be different though. I felt Dads belt more than once. Also head games were a great way to keep us in line. That might be construed as abuse now. And may have had an impact on my being DL. In reality, I grew up to be a healthy content contributing member of society (although the last couple years have come to wonder if I'm fitting in this days society lol )

I attribute my love for diapers as something beyond the way I was reared. I suspect it has more to do with personal psychological make up and how we imprint in very early infancy. ....no cookies? no pictures.....lol...

I came into this world in 1943, born out of wedlock and raised as an only child. In order for my mother to keep from putting me up for adoption, she boarded me out with a local family who took in several boy boarders and had one child of their own, a girl about a year older than myself. I stayed with this family up until eleven years old and able to care for myself while my mother worked to support the two of us. Though the woman was married, I only remember seeing her husband a few times. He was a farmer and had several parcels of land scattered around so I guess he always worked late.

My first encounter with diapers started when I was seven and just prior to my second year in school. Up until this point, I think I was a fairly normal young boy with few emotional issues. It was an early summer morning and I was playing in the back yard with the other children. Suddenly, I needed to use the bathroom and not wanting to stop playing long enough to go inside, I went behind a tree to relieve myself. The youngest boy seeing me, ran inside and told the foster mother what I'd done. I was really scared as she called me in and asked if what she heard was true. I cried I wouldn't do it again as I confessed, fearing a spanking.

Without hesitation, she ordered me to get undressed. I was puzzled by her demand but frightened of disobeying her as I began to remove my clothes. As I did, I heard her call the other children in and had them line up across the room. Once down to my underwear and shoes, I felt embarrassed at the others watching and froze. Seeing I had stopped, she snapped angrily, "I told you to get undressed and that means all of them. Now get your shoes and socks off." My heart was racing out of control now as I felt horrified at having to get naked in front of everyone, and even worst, to be spanked while they watched.

I could hardly untie my shoes as my hands shook with fear of my pending doom. Just as I was about to remove my undershirt, I heard her tell her daughter to go and get a couple of the baby's diapers and some diaper pins. Terror filled my mind as I now realized what she planned to do. Before I could react, I felt her yank the shirt from my head and grabbing my arm, started to drag me towards the kitchen table. I screamed and kicked as I struggled to get free but she was too strong. Lifting me onto the table, she forced me onto my back, all the while I kicked frantically as though my very life was at stake.

My feet hit her glasses, knocking them off and onto the floor as she grew angrier and called the older boys over to hold me down. Her daughter returned and handed her the diapers as she wedged herself between my legs. She then told her daughter to leave the room until called as she removed my underpants. I kept struggling frantically to get free while she refolded the diapers to fit my larger frame. Ordering the boys to lift me up, she slid the diapers under me and pulled the first corners together. Though my eyes were blurred with tears, I managed to look down and see her just as she was retrieving one of the pins and pulling the corners tight, fastened them together.

My mind reeled with terror as I felt her repeat this with the other corners though she labored harder under my squirming. "Be still if you don't want to get stuck.", she warned as I felt the diapers grow snug, imprisoning me in my shame. The moment the second pin snapped shut, I felt all my resistance slip away as I stopped fighting and gave in to defeat. It was here that I lost my self esteem, my dignity stripped from my soul. My whole body felt numb as she lifted me to a sitting position and told me, "Since you didn't want to use the bathroom like a big boy, now you don't have to. You can use your diapers as that is what they're for." Her words terrified me as I saw her smile victoriously at my helpless defeat.

Letting me down, she stood me across from the others as I instinctively covered my front with my hands. I felt a fresh rush of panic as I heard her call her daughter back in to join them. "Put your hands behind your back so everyone can see what a little baby you are.", she demanded as I offered no resistance and obeyed. "Now look down at yourself and tell everyone what your wearing and why." I felt intense shame at the sight of the diapers and could only cry in response as she told everyone to laugh and call me a baby. I could see they were really scared as they tried to respond, though it didn't lessen my humiliation. After a few moments, she told them to return outside. I just stood in a daze as she turned to me and said, "You too!"

Horrified by her words, I burst into tears begging to stay in. To my surprise, she said, "Very well. But you'd better not try and remove those diapers until I say you can. Now run along until I call you for lunch." Everything seemed surreal as I went into the living room, trying to accept this was really happening. I felt cold and naked in just a diaper and it kept me constantly aware of my shameful status. My next memory is of being called to lunch. As I entered the kitchen, I again felt horrified as I spotted the baby's high chair pulled up to the table. "Your to sit here.", she directed as she helped me climb up. I still remember vividly of her struggling with the tray, trying to get it to snap into place and of how it made me feel as though I was being imprisoned and helpless. Being so high also made me feel I was being put on display as I lowered my eyes and stared hard at the tray. I couldn't look at the others though I felt all eyes were upon me.

I don't remember what I ate but clearly of being giving a very large glass of milk with instructions I was to finish it before I'd be allowed down. At the time I didn't give thought to the cause and effect of her demand but reflecting back, I now see the depth of her cruelty. I also remember the others giggling and calling me a baby whenever she'd leave the room. They didn't seem scared or coerced anymore. Instead they were actually enjoying my humiliation. Seeing my eyes swell with tears only seemed to add to their pleasure. The last thing I recall is of being let down long after the others had returned outdoors.

Sometime had passed before the milk took effect and I again needed to use the bathroom. Over the next hour or so, I went to her several times begging to have the diapers removed so I could go to the bathroom. Each time, she responded that was what the diapers were for. She kept repeating, "You didn't want to use the bathroom like a big boy before so now you don't have to. You can use your diapers." Nature's demand kept getting stronger as I grew more terrified with each refusal. The cramps soon had me folded over as I clenched my stomach in painful despair. In desperation I made one last plea as my resistance grew weak only to be told not to bother her again if I didn't want to be sent outside. Helpless to her mercy, I begged her, if I wet the diapers could I then have them removed.

She blankly replied, "We'll see." Slipping into the back den just off the living room, I grabbed hold of myself in an attempt to hold back the horror of even further humiliation and disgrace. It was hopeless as I quickly felt the wetness surrounding my fingers. The painful cramps begged to be eased as I tearfully released my grip in defeat. The diapers grew warm and wet, quickly spreading and running down my legs to form a puddle at my feet. If there was anything left of who I was, it was also seeping out of me.

I can still remember looking behind me at my footprints on the worn linoleum as I tried to step onto dryer flooring. Suddenly, I heard the woman's voice and turned to the doorway. Looking triumphantly at me, she said, "What have we here? Has baby wet his diapers?" Her words ripped into me as I burst into tears, begging to now have the diapers removed. With obvious pleasure, she said she was too busy. That I'd have to wait until she had time. She then took my hand and led me back into the living room while telling me I couldn't be running around in wet diapers as I'd get the furniture wet. Despite my pleas to have them removed, she held steadfast as she pulled me across the large room towards the baby's playpen and told me I would have to stay in it until she could change me.

I couldn't stop crying as she forced me over the railing and ordered me to sit down. I remember crying so loud, she threatened to stick a pacifier in my mouth if I didn't quiet down. Sitting helplessly, I watched her through the bars of the pen as she left the room. The wetness of the diapers pulled my attention back as I looked down at my shameful garment. Intense feelings of shame overwhelmed me. I had wet myself just like a real baby and it made me feel so infantile. Though I have flashes of memory of the other children gathered around the playpen and giggling, I'm not sure that happened. I was so traumatized, my counselor thinks I might have disassociated what I couldn't deal with.

My next memory wasn't until around bedtime. I was standing by the stairs as the other boys passed by and went upstairs for their baths before going to bed. I remember feeling cold and shivering as they silently walked past me. Everything seemed unreal as though I wasn't really there but seeing them through the window of my mind. It wasn't long after the last one went up before the woman came in and told me to go up to my bedroom and wait for her. I felt some relief that my punishment was about to be over as though the end of the day also brought an end to everything else. As I stood just inside my bedroom door, I watched the boys entering and one by one, climb into bed. Though still feeling numb and detached, I became anxious for the woman to come and remove the still damp diapers. I thought of how good it was going to be to take a bath and finally have my clothes back.

When she came in, she walked right past me as though I wasn't there and went over to my bed. Because there was only three beds and four of us boys, I usually slept with the youngest boy who was already in bed. I started to feel alarmed when I heard her tell him he was to sleep with one of the other boys for the night. A change in the sleeping arrangement made me feel uneasy but I quickly pushed it from my mind. It wasn't until I saw her pull back the bed covers and spread some sort of sheet over my bed that I realized I was to remain diapered for the night. I started to cry again as she called me over and told me to climb in. I went numb as I offered no resistance and blankly did as I was told. She then told me to roll over onto my stomach. Though I thought it peculiar, I had no will left as I obeyed. She then left the room, turning out the lights behind her.

As I laid there in the darkness, I slowly calmed down as memories of the days events haunted my thoughts. Everything took on a feeling of being surreal as though it was some kind of bad dream. Slipping my hand down between my legs, I was reaffirmed it was true as I felt the still damp diapers stir fresh feelings of shame. With images of all that I'd gone through and of how I was still dressed, I began to feel very infantile again as though I might actually have been turned into a baby. Even with the other boys giggling from across the room, I started to feel a strange comfort and safety from the diapers as though surrendering to the idea of being a baby also brought a sense of being free of my shame. Bathing in the thought, exhaustion took over and I drifted off to sleep. I don't have any memory of the next morning at all though I've tried many times to remember. I was only put in diapers one more time a year later for having an accident coming home from school. Strangely, it didn't traumatize me like the first time.

When I turned eleven, I left that foster home and was old enough to be by myself while my mother worked. Oddly, I had completely forgotten the diaper punishments and life seemed fairly normal. That was until I turned thirteen. At least I think that was my age. Anyway, one evening when I was walking home from a friend's house, I happened to look up an embankment and saw some diapers on a clothesline. Though I didn't know what was happening, I became excited and went into a trance as I was drawn up the hill. With my head spinning, I stole a couple of the diapers and stuffed them into my jacket.

When my head cleared, I was really scared and ran home in shear panic, puzzled at what had taken me over. I had never stolen anything before let alone diapers. I was so scared of getting caught as I hid the diapers in my room with plans to throw them away when it was safe. That night, as I laid in bed, I kept thinking of my shameful deed and totally confused as to what had taking me over. Closing my eyes, I tried to forget and fall asleep. That's when images of my early diaper punishments flooded in my mind and I started to recall the horrible feelings of humiliation and shame I had experienced.

I found my heart begin to beat faster as I began to feel sexually stimulated. I had never felt sexually excited before so I didn't really know what was happening. My body began to shake as I remembered that woman forcing my legs apart and pulling the diapers up while my playmates watched. I again felt my head start to spin as some strange force led me to reclaim my hidden stash. As though guided by some mystic power, I removed my underpants and pulled the diapers up between my legs with visions of being punished for stealing.

That is when I had my very first climax and though it felt wonderful, it also terrified me. I quickly cleaned up and hid the diapers. I had re-lived my earlier punishments and also the trauma and humiliation that came with them. Thinking I was going crazy, I vowed never to do it again. I wanted to reach out for help but the shame kept my silence. I surely couldn't tell my mother I had been diapered at seven years old and even forced to wet them. I feared if she knew, she might think I deserved it and put me in diapers too. Needless to say, I couldn't fight the desire to be sexually stimulated again. Time and again, I repeat being punished by the foster mother. Little did I know I had developed a fetish, only that I had found some strange magical source of pleasure no one else had and it was my secret.

This all took place seventy years ago and I am still excited at reliving my childhood shaming. Oh Yes. I did go to counseling trying to rid myself of this but nothing worked so I guess I'll probably die wearing diapers. Hopefully everyone will just think I am incontinent. By the way, Cindy Marie is not my name. I am a male and just wanted my ID kept private - understandably.

Yes, back in 1986 when I was 6 years old my peareants dropped me off at my friends house for a couple of nights for a sleepover because my freinds where having a birthday party, Ganeene who was my friend's mom/Stepmom had a rule that anyone visiting the house and particularly children,

staying the night had to wear diapers/nappies, this was particularly true because she didn't want to risk having her tidy and clean house with bispoke furniture spoilt by accidents the you must wear diapers rule was for guests was introspective of what age they were and wever or not they had been toilet trained or not.

and so I was swiftly put into a pampers XXL toddler plus/babydry diaper, I remember how bulky it felt between my legs and how the plastic felt cold but was so silky on the inside also I do remember blushing at first with embarrassment, however after a few minutes into wearing it I felt so comfortable and warm I forgot my embarrassment and started to enjoy it as it felt so good to be back in a diaper and be treated like a baby again,

even if it made me look like a toddler again as it was very thick and made me waddle like a duck and crinkle every-time I moved although I loved the feeling of being back in a place where there was no stigmas attached to wearing them felt good.

Ganeene was a nurse/caregiver at the local hospital in the pediatric ward so had a plentiful supply of diapers in a cupboard in the spair guest bedroom/nursary, mentioning that day everyone else was also made to wear diapers so there was no embarrassment.

In that cupboard there where multiple brands not just pampers bit others too that where meant to fit older children not just babies or toddlers plus all the supplies of baby powder wipes and clothes but this being a nursary you would expect to find nothing else

And I was quite abnormally small mall for my age and being the size of the average 2-3 year old toddler, although being so small had it's advantages one of which meant that there was no bed big enough for me to fit into so as a result of this I had to sleep in a cott/crib just like a baby which was great because of the fact I felt right at home.

And being treated like a baby or toddler again meant being changed from time to time on a diaper changing table which I didn't mind one bit and I also enjoyed the nights sleep being in something other than my usual underpants or dandare boxer-shorts.

I remember going back many times over the next 4 years, until the age of 9 and a half when I sadly out-grew baby sized diapers and the crib for me this was my little slice of heaven.

And nowerdays as a adult who has disabilities and a genuine medical condition and particularly one who has to wear diapers/nappies from time to time periodically through no fault of my own,

And yes honourestly there are times in my life when I personally do wish that I could turn back the clock and go back to a simpler and more innocent time, Genene died in 2000/2001 aged 80 of natural causes and consequently sadly I never got to see her again.

Plus there was also the fact that I had inadvertently lost contact with her before then because after the age of 10, I moved abroud to the far-east with my peareants to another country then under British rule prior to the late 1990's when it gained independence, however looking back at my life compared to what it started out as maybe things worked out in the end.

Yours sincerely

chinababy888.

I sure mom and dad wanted some adult time so was diapered.

As I’ve wrote about before, I was diapered for a trip to the amusement park for a few days. This was after I was doing really good with potty training. I was wearing undies and not having hardly any accidents. That’s why I was so surprised when my Mom diapered me for the trip.

At first I thought I was only for the car ride, but it soon became apparent it was not. When we arrived at the hotel my Mom opened my suitcase and I saw that it was full of pampers, no undies. She changed my wet diaper and put me in a fresh one.

I did complain a little but my Mom was having none of it. Although even at that young age I liked wearing diapers, I was embarrassed because I was almost 5. I felt like it was really obvious and everyone at the park could tell.

I even asked my Mom a few times to go to the bath room, thinking maybe the diapers were for just in case. She just replied you’re wearing pampers. So I would just give up and wet my diaper. Eventually she would take me to the bathroom and change my diaper. That was super embarrassing too. It wasn’t bad enough to get my diaper changed in public, but in the women’s rest room.

I thought pooping would be a different story but I was wrong. I was expected to do that in my diapers too. I was so strange because at this point I had complete control of it. I would try to hold it till we got back to the hotel room.

I remember at least one incident when I couldn’t. We were having lunch in the park. I finished before everyone else and was hopping around or something. I really had to go and told my Mom I have to poop. She said go ahead I’ll change you after I’m done eating. So I squatted down by the table and pooped my diaper. My sister even complained to my Mom about the smell. My Mom just told her to be quite. I was so embarrassed.

After we got home from are trip it was back to potty training. I did still wear diapers for a few days till I got back on track. I think I just didn’t want to give them up.

I earlier in another posting detailed how I in a disciplining punishment was put in a diaper for misbehaving and unruly behavior during a week's stay with grandmother by two aunt's of mine her daughter's.

The aunt's came for a midweek visit and apparently were told of my negative behavior and attitude and after conferring with my father by phone had been given permission to handle the situation in a manner they felt was best needed.

Shortly after their arrival I had without permission went down the street to visit another boy my age then being 9 and this evidently only elevated my forthcoming administration of discipline as prescribed by my elder' s. My disobedience was soon absolved as one of my aunt's drove to return me back to my grandma's residence I had left without being granted approval even earlier having been told not to go down the street to where I did.

Once in the car I began to receive chastising as to my past and current offences and that my father had been contacted of these and with his approval I was about to suffer the consequences in doing so. Now back in the driveway I was sternly instructed to immediately go into the house's back bedroom where I was being awaited on by the other two and she would be returning soon after a trip to a nearby shopping center department store.

Upon entering the room I was standing before my couch seated grandma and second aunt with glaring gazes upon me and told to become seated in the corner chair and not to say a word and be quiet until spoken to. Chastising of myself resumed by them as it had earlier been done by the third party now in pursuit of something needed in this unnerving encounter I was now facing.

My aunt arouse from the couch and preceded to in unison continue her verbal admonishment towards me and also the closing of two sets of window blinds within the room and the overhead lighting fixture cut on, it now starting to elevate mixed emotions inside of myself in a quizzical mental pondering as to what they were all about to administer to me.

My grandma still seated before me and not speaking continued having her serious looking consternation upon me it now evoking a humbling effect and sense of quilt into me. Suddenly I heard the returning aunt back with the shutting of her car door and began to arise from my chair to look out but was quickly and harshly told to sit back down with the added verbiage of " did we say you could get up out of your chair" and I now humbled responded "no ma'am " it just out of trying to lessen my unknowing punishment about to occur myself seldom responding with a respectful answer I had just given towards my edit from my aunt.

Again seated I began to hear the entering of my other aunt and her walk towards the room and us. The closer she became the more my anxiety elevated with my total unknowing of the planned and arranged procedure for me and my self disrespectful ways and attitude towards my elders and others.

My attention now was directed to the rooms entering doorway and as my returning aunt appeared before me I saw a rather large shopping bag it obviously containing numerous articles purchased during her trip away. Next upon placing the bag and it's contents upon the upper region of the rooms bed I was told to stand up and remain quiet and the second aunt exclaimed "guess it's time to begin young man" with a very devious and smiling look upon her face as I could feel the rushing blush of my submittal to them particularly when my grandma now off the couch key locked the entering door totally preventing any chance of escape possibly in my plan and mind.

My grandma became again seated upon the couch apparently only to be present for observance in any administrations upon me by my aunt's. At the beds end was a travel trunk containing two large bed quilts that were next placed upon the bed atop each other followed by a demanding order for myself to go bedside and remove my shoes and all my clothing except my underpants and socks and place them orderly at and on the chair I had been previously confined to. As I became bedside and starting to undo my shoe strings the mysterious contents of the shopping bag were being taken out and placed at the upper bed area and as I one by one saw the articles out and placed before me instantly began sobbing and pleading for forgiveness and defiantly saying I would not take my garments off as instructed.

"It's too late for what you ask and demand so do as told young man or we will see that it is done, it's your choice" my aunt's exclaimed and I in response said that " my father will not be happy with what you're about to do to and with me" it only bringing out laughter from all three of these ladies reminding me in that they as I had been earlier told got permission from him their brother to do whatever they desired and saw fit as a deserving manner of punishment and attitude adjustment to me.

Waiting a few moments and seeing no movement on my part I was abruptly grabbed and forced up onto the quilted bed and as one restrained me down the other removed my shoes and after discarding them began the undoing of my pants belt and my frantic try at resistance to this and the other undressing ahead . As I heard and saw the belt undone and now apart my pants were snatched down by their bottom hem and quickly removed down and off and tossed away across the room floor. Now in a state of disabling and astonishing bewilderment I began kicking my legs outward only to have my ankles brought together and my socks by the toes removed and also tossed away my total attention' s now downward as my pinned down upper now had a arm across my chest rapidly removing my shirt and after unbuttoned became discarded myself currently only in underpants completely embarrassed and humiliated on full view of these three disciplining adults I had never been exposed to such as I currently was.

After a verbal command of "get the rest of the things out for use " I glanced to my right to fully see what I was about to endure and saw two white cloth diapers , a pack of diaper pins, baby oil, scented baby powder, a pink pacifier, and lastly and enormously threatening to me a thermometer and it's accompanied jar of petroleum jelly gel. I began resuming my sobbing only to have the pink pacifier forced into my mouth and told "since you have and seem to enjoy acting like a baby and child with everyone you need to be done and treated as such so you may as well accept this as punishment for your behavior and unrelenting hard headed ways.

My kicking returned and unexpectedly my ankles and heels were sprung upward with my knees pressed to my chest simultaneously next to feel my underpants banding grabbed and pulled up just below my buttock bottom cheeks my rear end nakedly exposed to these girls sending me into a manner of humiliating shock . "Time to learn your place and need for respect has come young man" was next told to me followed by several rapid bare handed hard spank smacks as I yelled in astonishment only bringing forth laughter and amusement to my administer of attitude adjustment .

The severe butt bottom treatment by my aunt's hand was followed with another incoming hand brandishing a petroleum jelly gel coated thermometer now before me being shaken and wrist played above me in sight upward between the opening I had between my legs and doubled back butt now vibrantly exposed with the upper lighting of the ceiling globe illuminating the room. Once the proper thermometer level was attained two nail polished fingers one left the other right parted and spread my quivering aching and stinging bottom and with a bit of preliminary gel coating to the destined area by the greased thermometer itself in a playful teasing manner the command of "hold him tight and still so he can't move " now had me in a submitting paralysis physical mode in total surrender.

The moment I took a exhaling breath to release what I could of paranoia and overwhelming humiliation and embarassment I now looking up and outward above saw all three ready for the moment as the glass implement was thrust in and up inside of me as I cried out and moaned and groaned it all in a murmur due to my rubber plastic pacifier still in mouth for added humility and punishment. A bit of play began as I saw the glass rod begin twisting and spinning clock and counterclockwise it also felt internally in my rectal rectum with my vocal murmuring still occurring to no avail.

After a couple of enduring minutes elapsed I saw the thermometer standing on its own as if planted grabbed by the two painted nails and removed for its reading. After agreeing to behave for them I was released from restraint and told I was about to be dressed baby style after some preliminaries were completed. "Lay back down on your back and raise your legs a bit and as I complied each aunt grabbed a portion of my underpants and procedures to briskly remove them off of me last seen as they went over and off my ankles,heels and feet handed to my grandma and I with my hands covered my genitals again in embarassment and humiliation only to have them smacked to remove them.

I was told to move my hands away and that they had already seen me naked back to when I was a baby and if I didn't obey I would be given more of what I had just received earlier in punishment so I reluctantly did as directed I'm sure feeling somewhat emasculated then not knowing what it was and meant this only a additional manner of succumbing to elder order and command and respect.

Once obeying I was told to raise my legs a bit and bow them apart and now baby oil was squirted on and around my genitals fully even rolling down to my butt crevice as I felt it go inward next followed with the pretty scented powder applied heavy producing a rising cloud that went under my nose that truly put me in the mindset of being treated baby like and a sudden overwhelming sense of being a big baby especially knowing what was about to occur that being the forced diaper wearing for their amusement and satisfaction of their discipline completed.

I told them my legs and knees were beginning to hurt and with assistance they were lifted bringing my butt bottom off the bed as my white cloth attire was soon placed underneath me and my legs and hips lowered down to it's center section and as that happened I felt a tingling backside sensation I still know today when my diaper dressing is performed. One aunt took the two rear beneath ends at my back as the other took the two front outer ends and brought them together in unison as my grandma handed each a pin coincidently pink usually intended for female girl use and once each was snapped and closed they in laughter commented as to how cute I looked and how they wished a camera was owned for documenting this moment.

I thinking it was time to get my pants back on to hide my shame abruptly was ordered to become seated in the corner chair until they said different . Once seated they gathered all my clothes and shoes and left the room each again viewing their conquest with me rather triumphantly displayed upon their faces. As the door closed behind them I again heard the key locking of the door only this time from the outside.

Time began to slowly lapse as I waited and waited for my release from the room myself becoming bored and tiring and still embarrassed from my appearance as it was in my infantile state. Recounting being told to not leave my seat the mischievous side of me kicked in and I went to one of the Windows to view the outside wishing I could be there anywhere but this contained room. Suddenly due to this long tenure and what I had endured I began to have and feel a oncoming feeling of lower extremity groin pressure and tingling no doubt attributed to my rectal disciplinary procedure and the frontal genital pampering prior to diaper administration.

I returned to my chair and the sensations only increased as I started to clench my legs and knees together hoping for a reprieve from this condition to only find it increasing instead .I quickly went to the door and began to yell and tell of my need for toilet use for urination and how I was about to l o as my control of bladder release. After about four distress calls I began to hear the oncoming feet of someone for my bathroom escape . With the pressure now approaching maximum I heard the key being inserted into the door lock and it's rattling but no result as help was called for in that they couldn't't get it to unlock after repeated attempts.

I now began the leg knee locking and stationary feet dancing motions trying to fight off the ensuing possible bladder release of urine upon myself and into my cloth garment. By the time help had arrived and successfully unlocked the door it was unfortunately too late because simultaneous to the door coming inward I exploded a full flow of long held urine upon myself and the complete soaking of my pinned diaper feeling totally embarrassed and belittled especially standing before my three disciplinarian authorities who appeared to be pleased with this result. With my diaper now in a state of fullness and soaked bulk beginning to droop downward they asked if I had learned my lesson and if I could begin to behave in a manner not like a baby I had been exhibiting to all. After a round of "Yes" repeatedly to them I was excused to the bathroom with the instruction to remove my diaper and wash myself with soap and water and return to my clothing that was in there waiting for me .

To this day I still remember this diaper form of punishment and also that I still believe the door initial unlocking failure preceded by the stalled assistance with help called for was intentional as a completion to my humiliating punishment. As far as I know only them,my father and myself knew of this disciplinary action it on occasion brought up in remembrance to me thru the years . I certainly haven't forgotten it. Fretter