Has anyone ever been caught putting on diapers by you mother and what was her response?

Have you ever been caught? I have and I was quite young (I think around 😎 and my mom said "If this is what you want and be treated like a little baby than that is what you get" Of course I said "No" and begged her not to and she didn't but really I wished she did. My desire for wearing diapers and pretending I was a little baby went on and off for most of my life and no matter how much I resisted the desire always came back.

At the races was standing up changing when driver lowered rear door/ramp oftrailer and several people saw me taping on dry diaper

Well I was home alone one night on NEW YEARS . My mom and dad had gone to a night church service . I didn't think a thing about it . I was back into wearing diapers . I was about 25 an living back with them . Any way I had a bedroom down stairs . I was listing to my stereo with head phones on I guess . Any way I didn't hear them come in . Well my mom called down to me . But I guess I didn't say anything back . So she came down to see if I was ok. Any way I was asleep . sitting in a chair with the head phones on . All I had on was a T shirt and a cloth diaper and plastic pants . Well I am sure she got a BIG shock seeing me in a diaper . Well she work me up . An I must of just about DIED seeing her standing their looking at me their in my DIAPER AND PLASTIC PANTS ! I know I was embarrassed to no end . I didn't know what to say . Well she just ask me why I had DIAPERS on again . Did I like wearing diapers again . Or had I started WETTING THE BED again . I was a bed wetter from 7 to 12 . An she put me in DIAPERS AND PLASTIC PANTS every night during that time . I didn't know what to say to her . I told her no I wasn't wetting the bed again . An that " I just wanted to wear diapers again ". She said well I don't have a problem with it . An told me I should get to bed .

I didn't know what to think of that . I thought she would be mad at me . But she never ask or said anything to me about wearing the DIAPERS after that . But I know she knew I was probly wearing diapers at times .

When I was in my early 20s and still living at home, I wanted to experience wearing training pants again. My girlfriend and I were friends with another couple who had a four year old daughter who wore them and wet them all the time and I wanted to try this. So I made myself a pair by putting three pairs of "tighty whitey" jockey shorts inside of each other and sewing them together. We lived out "in the country" at the time with no neighbors nearby, it was summer, and I had lots of fun going outside in the yard in them, on warm sunny days, peeing in them whenever I had to pee, wearing them until they dried, and doing it again.

Well, I kept them (and all of my other diaper related things) in the closet in my bedroom. One day after wearing them I put them in there, spread out on top of a box, to dry and stay hidden until I had a chance to wash them. I went out somewhere, came home, and to my absolute horror, my mother was standing in the kitchen holding my smelly peed in training pants up by the edge between her thumb and forefinger. I have no idea why she was back there going through my closet. Maybe she smelled them? Who knows. She asked me "Do you have a problem?" I got rather angry over this, grabbed them, and went back to my room and closed the door. A short while later she came back and knocked, I opened the door and she apologized for invading my privacy and said "If you need to go to the doctor, let me know." I told her "No I'm fine" and left it at that. I never heard another word about it.

No since I had to wear for bed and day wetting.

If caught, argue your case. Or take your punishment

Between the ages of 5 and 10, I used to hide the plastic pants that I either bought or stole from my baby brothers or from the baby section of department stores under my mattress or pillows, and my mom would find them and show them to me very furious asking me what the hell was I doing with those rubber pants as she called them. Was I wearing them and why did they stink of pee and poop and was really disgusted by them. She would make pull them on me and yank me over and hand spanked me till I was bawling my eyes out all the time telling me how disgusting I was and how much she hated me wearing the plastic pants and making them smell with my "piss and shit" and would rip them off telling me she never wanted to find rubber pants hidden my rom again. Other times she found them she would call me and wave the plastic panties in front of me saying "Didn't I tell you that I didn't want to find anymore rubber pants and now I find a whole bunch under your mattress and they still smell of pee", and took each and everyone of my precious plastic panties and ripped them apart. I hated her for that and became more determind to hide them better. I fell in love with plastic panties and wore under my pants and jeans until the day I would be able to plastic pants big enough to fit over bulky cloth diapers as I got older and got bigger

I remember once when my little brother got put back in plastic baby pants and diapers for bed wetting. Well, a week of diapers and five kids teasing him about it was a miracle cure. The baby pants were left in the top drawer of his dresser as a constant reminder of what happens to bedwetters. Me being a budding abdl, couldn't keeps my hands off them. One time after dinner I sneaked off to my brother and my bedroom for a quick thrill in his baby pants. I put them on and fantasized about being put back in diapers. After a few minutes I took the off and put them away. As I picked up my underpants my dad walked in and caught me with a full blown stiffy bobbing away. God! If he'd walked in thirty seconds earlier I 'd hate to think what would have happened....

I've come so very close to being caught as a youngster so many times! Never did, thank you!!! But, it is almost a part of the mystique, for a lack of a better explanation.

When I was discharged from a military hospital in diapers and on a cane I had no place to go but home.

Mom was a nurse and had visited me while I was in rehab. Unknown to me she had read my file and talked to my Dr.

The trip home was the first time I had been in public in a diaper. Something I would need to get used to. It seemed to take forever and I felt everyone was staring at me.

When I came through the door Mom and my younger sister greeted warmly. Mom patted my bottom and quietly told me to go to her bedroom. She closed the door and sat on the bed. She told me she knew I was incontinent and asked if I needed any help changing.

I was too exhausted, all I could do was nod and lie back and let her change my very wet diaper. She quietly told me she didn't care if I needed her help she was just glad I was home and safe.

So yes Mom knew I was in diapers.

When I lived at home, my "stash" was a square opening in my floor my dad and I had cut out when I was young. Originally it was used to store video games, but over time everyone else forgot it was there, as I ended up putting furniture over top of it, and it blended in well with the floor. Naturally, when I needed a place to hide a bunch of diapers, the opening in the floor came to mind. And that worked, for about a year. But one day I was out with friends and got a call from my mom. She needed to grab something out of my room, and according to her she had heard a "rattlesnake noise" coming from the corner. So I headed home with a brain full of "Wtf" to check on this mystery rattlesnake scenario. The way she said it over the phone was strange. If I can paraphrase, it was something like "You might just want to check in that corner of your room and make sure everything is as it should be." and she also apologized a bunch for accidentally snooping. Lo and behold, when I arrived home and went to my room, I discovered that I had left the lid off of my under-floor storage, leaving a pile of molicares exposed for anyone to see. I replaced the lid, told my mom that there was no snake, and never, ever, mentioned it again. Thankfully, she took the same course of action.

I was 18, and home for the holidays. It had been nearly a year since I last wet my bed and almost that long since I last worn diapers and rubber pants to bed. I'd been dreaming for months about being able to pin diapers on, wet myself and play with myself in my diapers. I missed my diapers so much. It was getting late, my family and I had spent the day catching up with each others lives, having dinner, a glass of wine or two now that I was in college, and it was time for bed. I told everyone I exhausted and went to my room, searched for and found my old diapers and rubber pants and started to take my trousers off as mom walked into my room. She looked at me and said "I was going to ask you if you still wanted to wear diapers to bed. I saved all yours like I promised I would and it looks you had no trouble finding them. I was hoping you would outgrow this but I guess you haven't yet." "Sorry mom, but I've really missed wearing diapers to bed and I've been so excited to be able to wear them again. You were right about not being able to wear diapers in college, but sometimes all I can think about is how nice it is to have a diaper on. I'm sorry mommy for being like this. I know I will grow out of it eventually." Mom sighed and said "You know how much I love you and will do anything for my little boy. Would you like mommy to help you like I used to?" Of course I told her how much I wanted her to help so she went ahead, took the diapers and rubber pants from me, told me to undress and lay down on my bed. She told me to lift my legs and butt as she tucked my diapers under me, and once they just right, she took a nice warm wash cloth and washed my pp, ball sack and bottom, paying a lot of attention to cleaning my butt hole while see told my I needed to do a better job of wiping myself and how she would hate to see what my underpants looked like. But the more time she spent cleaning my poop hole, the harder my pp became. By the time she was finished it was standing proud. Mom noticed and volunteered "you really have missed our time together haven't you." With that, she dried me off, and started to sprinkle baby powder over me. "Mom", I said, "I'm not a baby anymore. I don't want baby powder on me. Everyone will smell it and know what I have on." "Honey, as long as you have diapers on in my house, you will have to use baby powder to keep you from having diaper rashes. You've had them before and you know how uncomfortable it can be to have a diaper rash. The only ones who will know are your sisters and dad and they already know anyway." "OK, mommy." I say. Well, she tried to pin my diapers on but couldn't telling "Sweetie, your pp is to big right now and I can't get the pins on correctly. I'm going to turn my back so you can help yourself, OK." Embarrassed, I covered my pp with my hand hoping it would go soft and I didn't have to play with it. I starting counting to 100 in my head until my pp was soft, told mom I was OK now and she finished pinning my diapers on and pulled my rubber pants up. I felt so good with my diapers on, I knew after all the wine I had I would have to go potty soon. My snuggled me to her chest, patted my on my diapered bottom, gave me a sweet kiss goodnight and left. Not long after she left, I started to go potty in my diapers for the first time a year. Once I started I hoped it would go on forever, filling my diapers with all my potty. Half an hour later, my diaper was soaked and I so enjoying myself, rubbing my crotch, feeling how warm my middle part was, when my sister came in and whispered "Are you still awake." "Yeah, I'm awake, what's up" I replied. "I just wanted to see you. I missed my big brother so much and I've been dying to hear all about college. Did mom really diaper you again? Aren't you too old for that?" "I know," I said, "I just got so horny I wanted to wear diapers again. It's been so long, you know. You want to see? I already went potty and after so much wine tonight, I'm already soaked and I'm afraid to tell mom, she'll think I'm really bad." So my sister lifted my blanket and looked at my diapers and rubber pants, put her hand inside and felt how wet they were. "Shit, you must have just peed, they're warm and soggy. Do you want me to change you? I won't tell mommy. I will be our little secret." So for the second time in a year I was diapered again.

Not changing. But I was sleeping, mom nock on my door (not I was in a pisces mood and having a mind grain) I answered it with diaper in full view. She was shocked. Then ask me go to store for her eventhou I was just in a diaper. (Yes my mom know incontinent)

It was an “inside joke “ I grew up got a rare disease became a diapered quad , to punish my mom for adopting me after I was potty trained ! She didn’t change my diapers till I was an adult , 1 messy diaper today is easily 9 or 10 X’s what I did as a kid & I mess 5 X’s a day .so before her death catching me in a diaper was equal with number of times she was putting one on me .