- Messages
- 123
- Age
- 31
- Role
- Adult Baby
- Diaper Lover
- Little
I live with my parents, and I'm 99% sure that they know my secret. I've had many close calls, but they've all added up.
When I first started buying my own diapers and using them, I was scared of throwing them away in the garbage incase I was discovered, so I kept them under my bed in a plastic box until I was home alone, then I would go and dispose of them. Me and my parents were going on vacation and I was looking for my flipflops to pack in the suitcase. My mother decided to help me look for them, so she came in my room and looked under my bed. I was sitting on the bed talking to her, and I got a huge stinging feeling in my heart when I saw her kneel down to look under the bed. I frantically pushed her away with my feet and shouted that I don't need help and that I was going to look for them. When she went, I looked under the bed from her point of view, and I could see everything. I was panicking like mad because she saw them, but I pushed it into the back of my mind rationalising that she probably didn't even know what was under there.
The next time I was almost found out, my mother wanted to check the label on my jeans to get my measurments because she wanted to buy me some new trousers or something. I was wearing a diaper at the time, and I was pretty certain she knew what she saw. She must have been discreet because she never mentioned it, thank god.
Unlike my father... I bought a huge pack of diapers from a site that promised that discreet packaging bullshit. It was wrapped up tightly, no box or nothing. The ribbing was very pronounced and you could tell that it was diapers. I was expecting them to arrive all day, but I was heavily invested in an online gaming session. I heard my dogs barking which indicated a stranger was at the door. I looked out the window and saw a delivery truck. I was really excited when I saw it, so I rushed downstairs so I could get the package myself. To my horror, my father had beaten me to the punch. I shyly asked him "Uh... thats mine, could I have it?" and he replied "What is this, nappies?". That horribly feeling in your chest when you get discovered washed over me in an instant. I couldn't think of what to say, so I just said "Nah..", ripped the package from his hands, and rushed upstairs to my bedroom. Anguish turned to excitment in an instant as I opened the package and put one of the diapers on me.
So I'm fairly certain that they know, and at this point I don't care anymore. It's no ones business but mine, and I'm happy they respect that
When I first started buying my own diapers and using them, I was scared of throwing them away in the garbage incase I was discovered, so I kept them under my bed in a plastic box until I was home alone, then I would go and dispose of them. Me and my parents were going on vacation and I was looking for my flipflops to pack in the suitcase. My mother decided to help me look for them, so she came in my room and looked under my bed. I was sitting on the bed talking to her, and I got a huge stinging feeling in my heart when I saw her kneel down to look under the bed. I frantically pushed her away with my feet and shouted that I don't need help and that I was going to look for them. When she went, I looked under the bed from her point of view, and I could see everything. I was panicking like mad because she saw them, but I pushed it into the back of my mind rationalising that she probably didn't even know what was under there.
The next time I was almost found out, my mother wanted to check the label on my jeans to get my measurments because she wanted to buy me some new trousers or something. I was wearing a diaper at the time, and I was pretty certain she knew what she saw. She must have been discreet because she never mentioned it, thank god.
Unlike my father... I bought a huge pack of diapers from a site that promised that discreet packaging bullshit. It was wrapped up tightly, no box or nothing. The ribbing was very pronounced and you could tell that it was diapers. I was expecting them to arrive all day, but I was heavily invested in an online gaming session. I heard my dogs barking which indicated a stranger was at the door. I looked out the window and saw a delivery truck. I was really excited when I saw it, so I rushed downstairs so I could get the package myself. To my horror, my father had beaten me to the punch. I shyly asked him "Uh... thats mine, could I have it?" and he replied "What is this, nappies?". That horribly feeling in your chest when you get discovered washed over me in an instant. I couldn't think of what to say, so I just said "Nah..", ripped the package from his hands, and rushed upstairs to my bedroom. Anguish turned to excitment in an instant as I opened the package and put one of the diapers on me.
So I'm fairly certain that they know, and at this point I don't care anymore. It's no ones business but mine, and I'm happy they respect that