Threatend to be put back in nappies

Do many recall being threatend to be put back in nappies and wishing they were but to embarrassed to risk saying why don,t you in my case threats would normally be in front of others like "only babies wet there beds and your wearing a nappy tonight"it formed the person i am today and i am "happy in my nappy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I do recall such threats in my childhood. In my case it was more of a passing cheeky threat for bad baby like behavior. Things like, "oh, you want to act like a baby, maybe you need diapers?" "You want me to put you in a diaper baby?" Things of that nature were thrown at me, when acting up.

Inside I thought it would be great to have that happen, but in reality the embarrassment would have killed me, so I guess it was effective. 😁 Even for a very young, at the time, diaper lover like me. I'm 44 and have liked diapers since I was taken out of them at about 3 1/2 years.

I was threatened and did get pinned into cloth diapers and very sissyish plastic panties by nuns when I was in kindergarden for peeing and pooping in my pants.

When I was about six, I made a big fuss about wanting some plastic pants to wear while my mom had me along on a shopping

trip. I had been in and out of diapers until five and didn't

realize that I now associated them with pleasure, security and

whatever else. She threatened to put me in a diaper if I didn't

stop whining.

Mom sort of got mad but bought some for me anyway as I was still wetting at night. When we got home she told me to go to my room. A few minutes later she came in with diapers, pins and

my new plastic snap-on panties. I protested and said I only

wanted the panties but she said I was getting diapers too.

I can remember as she pulled the diapers between my legs

and pinned them on, I had this very wierd tingly feeling

and I think an erection- AS she was snapping up up my plastic

pants, she asked me how I felt and I said"like a baby again"

She said you really are still a baby - and left me to take a nap.

I almost had to start school in diapers and stayed out of them

for six years when I started to get diaper feelings again--

but that's another story.

All this really happened to me!!

Really enjoyed your recounting your experiences. That's something that didn't happen with myself, but I now like to think something like that did. I had a short bought with bed wetting, but a plastic sheet on my bed was about all the protection I had for it.

Ye, several times at various ages for my non stop night problem.

I tell about my past experience with this in detail on the new members introduction in the topic "I hope you like my story"

But briefly, I wore night time nappies/plastic pants till I was nearly six and wet very heavily sometimes needing a change during the night.Also I dribbled urine out most days unaware that I was doing it and periodically through to my mid junior school years. I walked about with damp pants and sore legs all the time.

My mother threatened to make me wear nappies and send me to school in them and all the children there would laugh at me.I once got threatened when I was six or seven with a psychiatrist too.

One particular day when I was 5 and playing in the garden with friends, I went back in the house complaining of being wet.

My mother said this time I would have to wear a nappy. I was really embarrassed and frightened.I think I then said oh alright but "Not the plastic pants as well?" she said that I would have to 😮

I can recall the weird indescribable emotional feeling I got when they were slid over my.little shoes and socks.up my legs--they felt cool and smooth and I could see my legs through the plastic. Something about having to wear clothing only babies wore during the day.

I was told this would make me learn,and if I wet again,All my underpants would be thrown out and I would be wearing nappies all day and for school.

When I went back out into the garden,even though I was wearing long trousers, I recount that when I bent down to pick a ball up off the floor,on of my friends went quiet and one of the girls pointed to her friend, Over the tops of my trousers the thin elastic waistband of the plastic pants was showing. I felt like crying. Can't remember much else except having to be changed into a clean nappy for bed because that one was all sweaty and damp through playing.

Why I like wearing them now Arousal I suppose

Great recount. I was never threatend, but had and understanding sort of accepting conversation when I was eight and had started to wet the bed. I was interested in diapers and plastic pants since I was six and had seen them on display in the window of a local baby shop so I sort of got what I wanted.

Thanks Sandboxbabe, I can accept nowaday this is a part of me so I needn't be ashamed anymore about my interest.and pleased for you that you had a better childhood than me in this respect :'(

You mentioned you were interested in them from six or so.It was like this for me too. I used to secretely enjoy seeing them on washing lines.When I lived in South Africa,my parents Had wandered off somewhere when we were in large store like Woolworths. I found a shelf with some plastic pants and sat on the floor running my fingers over them. I forgot the fear of getting caught and the other shoppers did not seem to notice me. I was in a trance!

When I was about 16 I found a solitary pair hanging on a washing line. They were large enough to fit a 9 year old.It was a warm summer evening and they felt really soft and were semi transparent clear. As they were in easy reach I ran off with them.

I confess I couldn't help myself and had held it in for too many years,there was no internet back then and I had bottled up all my desire to wear them since I was 6. :'( I would never intentionally steal anything again by the way.

Ive had wetting and messing issues for a long time, and when I was younger id have accidents at school and such...When I was about 6 my parents actually went and got a bag of diapers, and threatened me with them...

It was scary as shit, and I swore I wouldnt have any more accidents...but when It continued they put me back in them for a few months, and then when school started they took me out and I still had accidents occasionally until Middle School...It wasnt fun at all...

I still dribble a bit occasionally...

I never had accidents or any such things. I always liked diapers and would sneak/take and wear them. I don't remember my child hood although I was told my potty training and went a little rough.

I was threatened with being sent to school in nappies because I constantly wet the bed. I secretly hoped my mother would carry out the threat though I pretended to be horrified at the thought.

There were many times I was threatened to be put back in diapers. There were kind of two age ranges that took place:

1) When I was wearing diapers every night (into my 10th year). If I had an accident in the day - which was always my fault, because for some reason I can't even explain today, I tried to hold it (#1 or #2) until I absolutely had to go, and then couldn't make the toilet in time - then I'd just be cleaned up and put in diapers. There was no threat, it was just what happened. If I was misbehaving or whining about something, then I'd be threatened, but that usually made me stop.

2) When I was out of diapers (11 and up). I'd only have to wear diapers if we were staying away from home and a bunch of other times during the day if it was required. We always had cloth diapers and plastic pants that fit me in case I had to be diapered. It was kind of in those pre-teen-ish and early teen years that I started to miss my diapers at night all the time.

In those older years, I don't remember having day accidents anymore, but being a bit of a brat, I was threatened with diapers again when I was "acting like a child". I can remember being told stuff like, "If you keep acting like that we're going to put your diapers back on and you can go have a nap." or "You want to act like a baby? Should we put your diapers back on?" Whenever those statements were made, it would shut me up, but I'd be yearning for it at the same time I was nervous about it. If that makes any sense.

There were a couple times it was carried through. Usually it would be because I'd really made my parents mad, and then I didn't answer the, "Should we put your diaper on?" question. That would be followed up with, "Take your pants off." And then the inevitable changing pad to lie on, etc.

When I was about 6 we were at my grandparents house. For some reason I wet my pants. My mom threatened "Do you want me to put you in a diaper!" I remember saying no, but secretly wanting to say yes.

I do recall being threatened with diapers many times when I was 4. Usually it was after a few days of pooping my pants.

After graduating to undies the first time, I was using the potty pretty well for a month or two. I never minded peeing in the toilet, but pooping in there was a different story. I hated it. So after a while I was sneaking off and pooping my undies.

Lots of times my sister would tell on me. Or my Mom would find me herself and look down the back of my pants. I guess it wasn’t too hard to follow the smell anyway. It would stink up my whole room.

After most of these instances she would threaten diapers. She would say things like are you a baby, do you need to wear pampers again, I thought you are a big boy. After that I would usually stop for a while. I kind of liked the thought of being in diapers again, but it also sounded too embarrassing. Pretty much none of my same age friends still wore diapers.

I guess I didn’t believe her, because pretty soon after I started pooping my pants every day. No more poops in the toilet. After a while of this, my Mom made good on her promise.

I had just finished pooping in my room when she came in with some laundry. She was saying something to me when she stopped, walked over to me, and pulled out the back of my pants. Needless to say she was not too happy.

She had me jump in the bath tub to clean up. When I came back to get dressed she had a diaper in her hand. She said you are going to wear diapers again until you can keep your pants clean. She put a diaper on me and I got dressed. When we went shopping later, she bought the biggest box of pampers they had. I knew then she was very serious.

So I went back to wearing diapers full time. I don’t really remember complaining about it or caring that much. I was definitely embarrassed and didn’t really want anyone to know. I would always hide my pampers in my closet when company would come over. My Mom also was pretty good being discreet about diaper changes when people were around. She would make up an excuse to pull me aside and ask if I needed a new diaper.

I was also pretty happy that it was just expected that I would poop( and pee) my diaper and not get in trouble. I could actually just tell my Mom I pooped my pants and she would just change me. I was not out of diapers again till I was almost 5.

With 6 kids in our family the "put you in diapers and rubber pants" was a common threat in the early years. I had a couple incidents of bed wetting before I was 6. Each time the diaper threat was leveled. For most of my youth diapers were always around being I was the second oldest. My brother and one sister ended up back in diapers for bed wetting. There was always a lot of shaming and diaper threats at the dinner table. Dad used to like to threaten to make the wetter sleep in the bathtub if the bedwetter didn't conform. A chill always ran thru me when the diapers and rubber pants threat was leveled. Even when it wasn't at me. The return to diapers and rubber pants seemed to quickly cure the night time wetting. So it's no wonder this "policy" was followed. When my little brother was put back in diapers I was twelve at the time. It started my diaper loving that's with me to this day.

This only happened to me once or twice, and always after I'd been caught indulging in some of my early experimenting.

The other day in another thread I was talking about how--when I was about 5-6--I'd hide in the basement and pee in my pants and hide them in a plastic bag, eventually my mother found them and I had some explaining to do; I made the mistake of telling a friend who blabbed it to another kid down the street who showed up a few days later standing in front of my house yelling "I HEAR YOU STILL WEAR DIAPERS!" Well, my mother wasn't angry at me over this but told my father--a former military guy with a bad temper--and he got angry and started threatening me, it was "YOU BETTER STOP THIS or YOU'LL BE BACK IN DIAPERS!" And I do remember liking the idea of the diapers, but knowing with him that each diaper change would include him spanking my ass first. So, no more experimenting for a long time.

Several years later when I was about 12, I was outside playing basketball and had to pee and some leaked into my underwear/pants. It was a cold day and the warm pee felt wonderful so I then intentionally peed in them some more. When I returned home there was a big wet spot in the front and my father saw this. This time he laughed and asked "Have an accident?" I told him I had and that was the end of that. Until a few days later when I mistakenly thought "Oh he doesn't care about this" and intentionally wet my pants again. This time he lost his temper and started yelling about how "I KNOW YOU'RE 12 YEARS OLD but you're NOT TOO BIG TO GO BACK INTO DIAPERS!!!" Again, I loved the idea of the diapers but was scared of him so, no more of that. (Though this was about the time I seriously started having fun with this, doing the old "towels and trash bags" thing on nights when my parents weren't home and making sure that they never found the evidence, but that's another story).

Then, about 4-5 years later there were a few other incidents that I remember. By then, I was seriously into wearing my makeshift "diapers" whenever possible, wetting my pants, hiding the evidence in the closet, smelling all of my peed-in clothes while getting myself off with spectacular orgasms. After seeing a friend's little sister going around in training pants I wanted a pair, there was no internet back then and I had no idea if it was possible to buy any so I made myself a pair by taking three pairs of "tighty whitey" jockey shorts, putting one inside of the other, and sewing them together. I'd wear and wet those then let them dry in the closet, do it again, loving the way they felt and smelled. One day I came home and my mother had found these and was holding them in her hand. I was now a teenager, I didn't get threatened with being put back in diapers--rather, this time it was "Do you need to go to THE DOCTOR?" I got rather angry over this, told her "No, I don't, I'm fine." She apologized for invading my privacy. Fortunately this time she DID NOT tell my father! It never was mentioned again.

About this same time, I had a male friend who had a little sister who probably was about 12-13 at the time and kind of cute. Over the course of a month or two, she'd apparently had several incidents of wetting her pants. Typically they'd be driving somewhere, prior to leaving she'd be told "If you have to use the bathroom use it NOW" and she wouldn't, then later in the car she'd pee in her pants. (My friend, her brother, had told me about this and about how his parents had been talking about "If she doesn't stop this, we'll need to get a plastic seat cover for the back seat!")

There were also a few times when she had to go, and she'd see something funny and start laughing so hard that she'd wet herself. I remember being over there once when this happened, given my own love of all of this I already had a raging hard-on from seeing her do this and wishing that I could find a way to enjoy her wet panties. Then their father came in and started yelling at her, "I'VE ABOUT HAD ENOUGH OF THIS AND IF YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME, YOU'RE GOING TO TO BE BACK WEARING DIAPERS AGAIN!" By now she was crying, still sitting there in her puddle of pee and crying like a little kid...I was secretly wishing that she'd be taken back to her room and come back out later in a t-shirt and diapers. Didn't happen, but over the next few months I probably jerked off 500 times thinking about this. On several future visits I found pairs of her panties, on the floor, in the basket...there was always a big yellow pee stain in the crotch, either she leaked a lot or still wet them to some degree. They smelled wonderful and I "enjoyed" them accordingly.

I was put in cloth nappies and plastic pants at the weekend if I be in a wet nappy in the week so my mom threatened to keep in in my nappies and plastic pants all weekend and she do once or twice

I did not experience any of that, but, have heard from others how they have.

For me, regression finally kicked in, out of nowhere, and once it did, it took over.

Literally, just ran its natural course. Just how it went for me.

My Grandmother regularly threatened me with "stop acting like a baby or I'll put you back in nappies" - this was usually if I was misbehaving or been too loud/raucous with my cousins, or if I'd wet the bed while staying with her. She never did put me back in nappies.

My Aunt also regularly threatened my cousins and I with "you've wet your bed like a baby so you'll have to wear nappies like a baby". She frequently put me back in nappies.

I always had problems so don't know when finally got the last time as a youth wet was 13 then dry till 50 then it started all over again. My wife was upset so back to diapers been in them many years.

I was threatened to wear diapers very often until about the age of 13. When it was cold outside or when we want to a hockey game, Mom made me to wear tights under my jeans. When I refused them, she told me that as an alternative I can wear a diaper. She told me, that when the legs get very cold boys have to pee more - so it was may choice to wear diapers or tights.

One time I said that I'm willing to wear the diaper, thinking the she doesn't have one for me, but I was wrong and she showed me a pull-up. So I quickly decided that the tights would be the better option. So I was never diapered as older child. I'm pretty sure that she would have put me in diapers if I'd been a bed-wetter, but I nearly never wet the bed after being five years old.

Until about the same age she also threatened me with enemas if I wouldn't have a bowel movement in the morning. Luckily the only enema I can remember was at the age of six (also got one at the age of five in hospital, but I was sedated for that one and cannot remember it). I never received one after that.

I distinctly remember my Mom threatening me with diapers because I was acting like a little "whiney" baby at around age 5. I kept it up until she actually diapered me in front of my little brother and Dad. She made me take off my shorts but leave my shirt on and had me sit on the couch without moving, so she could find the necessary baby goods. She returned with a thick cloth diaper and some frosty Gerber plastic pants. I started bawling as she pinned the diaper on me followed by the plastic pants. They were kind of stiff and crackled loudly as she pulled them up.

I had to wear them for a couple of hours. I believe that triggered something in me to start liking the feel and noise of the plastics.

I remember when I was preteen age and spending a summer vacation week with grandmother my two aunt's came by to visit and after apparently being told of my various misbehavior earlier in the week I was called in from outdoors by the aunt who currently had a recent newborn herself.

Once entering the house and led to the living room where they were meeting I began to be chastised by both aunt's about my troubling behavior and told since I wanted to act like a baby they were going to see that I was attired and made to be so.

Spread out on a large couch was a white cloth diaper, plastic panty diaper cover,bottle of baby oil, j&j powder , and Vaseline and thermometer. A quilt was spread across the floor for the procedure and I knew I was in for my punishment by them in front of all.

Humiliation and embarassment began as I turned to run back out but my action ended as I was grabbed and subdued next to be down and on my back upon the blanket quilt . One held me down as the other began undoing my belt and then snatching my pants down as I cried out for them to stop kicking my feet and legs about which evoked sudden laughter from all three of them adding to my total embarassment.

Now exposed in only my underpants I knew they were to be next and the sudden visualisation of myself being prepped and Diapered by these ladies entranced me fully particularly the aspect of the lube,thermometer and pinned diaper about to occur only moments away.

Instantly my legs were lifted by the hills and the UNDERPANTS banding grabbed and swiftly lowered just below the buttock cheeks as I began to cry and tear up in submission. Another round of laughter began and suddenly I began to be asked by all if they were to cease and stop this punishment could I promise to change and behave and do as told and asked during my remaining visit. From my doubled up and back with exposed bottom in full view position I immediately responded "yes" several times and was let go and began to redress as my aunt's told my grandmother if I began that same behavior again they wanted to know and there would be no choice next time for me.

As I left to return outside my aunt's said to look again at all that baby stuff intended for me and if I regressed in my manner it was going to happen no question about it so it was my choice.

Believe me I was a Angel for the rest of my stay . Thru the years I have on occasion remembered this incident it being now rather arousing. This topic heading certainly invoked a remembrance which would be fun now with me certainly not in fear but possibly a bit embarrassed and humiliated . Felt I needed to share this factual experience. Fretter