I love the thrill of diapers in public -

[Baxter Whittenburg]

although today I fear I may have taken it too far. here's what went down.

I slept overnight in my diaper; although, I couldn't fall asleep for awhile due to the sexual stimulation of it, so I had this idea while lying there: What if I woke up really early as usual on weekdays, and I went for a run?

See here's the thing: my dad and I run every Wednesday and Friday morning at 5:30. The other 3 mornings I run by myself. Well, today, my dad was leaving for his 10-day fishing trip, and he was to be out the door before 4:30 to do it; I was considering taking a break from of it, but (of course) I heard the garage opening when he left, and I immediately shot up in bed.

"My mom would be expecting me to run... she shouldn't be surprised if I weren't home right now.." I thought to myself.

Acting on impulse, I threw on running shorts (the really short ones) over my diaper (newly-changed; the one I wore to bed was SOPPING ) and a short-sleeve shirt, plus running shoes.

I started on my warm-up walk, shortly realizing how hellishly humid it was going to be. It was dark as pitch, and by the time I had run to the prairie path, I realized: it's really damn hot in a diaper.

"Well, it's summer, I'm in (essentially) a forest, and it's 5 am. No one's going to be up . . . I'll just make sure to get back before sunrise." o_o

So, I did it. I left my clothes (all but shoes and socks) at one base of the path, and began my run - everything north of my ankles covered in nothing but a cute little Pull-Up; I was on my way.


It was absolutely, incomparably amazing - but I was scared to death, simultaneously. "oh god is there gonna be someone there? ok phew o_o"

..I think I had goosebumps..

So, not 10 minutes into the run, I'm rounding a side-street when I run into none other than a neighbor of my cousin. I'm ****ing standing there in a HUGGIES PULL-UP and she's walking her dog (a grown woman; luckily not very attractive; still though - I'm not convinced people need to walk their dogs at these obscure hours of the night: she was probably masturbating or meeting some guy or something). WELL ANYWAY. I said "Hello, Angela" and smiled briskly, to which she said, "Hey there. Having a good run?" "Yeah, talk to you later!"

Lucky for the both of us, I can keep my cool no matter what the circumstances - or so I thought - it's afterwards that scares the piss out of me (literally - coming momentarily! XD)

So, that was all fine and good, but my standard path still had a ways to go. I entered another segment of prairie path, narrowly dodging (or not!) the eye of traffic.

Oh man, but the way back was a trial to be reckoned with. Back the same way I came (on the initial stretch of prairie path), I'm tired, but I'm ****in' beelining for my clothes. Unfortunately, the path I was on has a ton of subsidiaries that come from neighborhoods, directly onto the path - at any given moment, I could be exposed.

So what happens next? I'm about two city blocks from the base of the prairie path where my clothes are; I can see the base though, because it's a straight path. What else do I see: one of these total *****es from school . . . dyed hair, fake tan, popular because of her boobs, horrible personality, total slut, god-awful social skills -- you know the type.

So she just up and enters the path I'm on, on her cellphone (Who the HELL could she be talking to?), and starts walking directly toward me.

[For those of you who don't know, prairie paths are narrow, dirt roads that go directly through counties and neighborhoods, typically surrounded on either side by a short row of dense trees]

Naturally, I dove to the side and crouched near a creek that was there, and I thought I was completely out of sight. She comes into view as I realize (dunno why i didn't expect this) she's still fully in her pajamas under her clothes: just under her volleyball sweatshirt is the tiniest pink bra I've ever seen; she's also wearing flip-flops and those extremely short shorts -- again, you know the type. I have to admit she looked so much prettier without layers of horrid make-up on her eyes, but she's still ugly as hell, hah XD.

ANYWAY so I'm standing there, heart pounding when she turns at me (although from her vantage point there's no way she could've seen me unless she focused really hard). So the weirdest thing happens. I'm standing there, my hands at my sides, when my diaper gets significantly warmer and I whip my eyes downward only to realize I'm ****in' inadvertently peeing myself, which has never happened before; I always have to coerce it to.

So now I'm like, "oh god what am I? incontinent?" I let out a small gasp that she heard and turned around to, but continued on her way.

I waited a full 5 minutes for her to get far enough down the path so that I know she wouldn't hear me, yet I still eased toward my clothes by walking backwards, never taking my eyes off of her. I manage to grab my shirt when something makes me jumps like none other.

What should happen when I'm walking backwards than someone to approach me from the way I'm not looking?! All of a sudden I hear the familiar scrape of the stone path and turn around to find the SAME. LADY. WALKING HER DOG. I thanked fate that it wasn't anyone worse, I mean god forbid it was someone entirely new. I barely threw on my shirt in time, which, in resting position, still leaves about 6 inches of diaper exposed. So, I'm nearly 20 yards from her when multiple realizations cascade down my legs in one horrific climax:

Not only is the sun out now (only slightly), but she's staring right at me, an uncomfortable grin across her face (kinda like this guy - ); my legs are on the verge of trembling; the front of my diaper is so yellow you'd think I spilled something on it; and with that, suddenly my Huggies aren't hugging so tight anymore (I was sagging at least an inch).

SO JUST AS ALL THIS INFILTRATES MY BRAIN

She stops to talk to me.





...



And it was wonderful.


She asked me so much ****; this 5 minute conversation felt like x hundred hours, where x is a huge-ass number.

She asked me about school, and summer, and my family, and my plans, and how long I'd been running.

and then- she just stops talking, and smiles.. you know- like that one guy! .. except her eyes didn't roll; they scanned right down my body to my cute little Huggies Pull-Up. My cute little water-logged Huggies Pull-Up. I fidgeted and tried to stretch my shirt down far enough to cover the diaper.

My legs crossed, I'm thinking to myself, "there's no way she'll actually mention it" meanwhile the goosebumps have returned and I think my heart was visibly beating in my chest. So she goes, WITHOUT TAKING HER EYES OFF THE DAMN THING,

"So, do you.. normally .. wear.. Huggies...?"

oh my god. seriously?! I felt like my heart was gonna jump out of my esophagus and do a little dance on her head. I can't believe she saw it AND mentioned it.

I look down again, and realize that, in the midst of the mostly-white diaper (not including the colors and adorable Cars ), a dark-yellow spot is forming.. very slowly, and I think she hadn't seen the particular spot yet, but it was forming.. I tried to cross my legs, but I had reached the point of no return... yet I still tried crossing them. I pulled down my shirt more. All I could utter was:

"... uh--m, yeah."

Yeah? What do you mean yeah?!


She goes,

"Huggies, yeah?"

"...uh huh..."

"Yeah, one of the little boys I watch still hasn't grown out of them either.. he just turned 7."

"Well no I ... grew out of them, too."

"You did! "

She said this jokingly, as if it were obvious I was old enough not to need diapers.. yet the pressing question was: why did she think I was wearing it, then? She went on to say...

"So do you... use.."

to which I said

"Heh, well-"


Then my face went like this: o_o
I think it was the "heh" that ****ed me, because it was such a guttural sound that my penis just didn't understand right from wrong anymore. It was one of those things where, the piss was flowing so quickly and so rapidly, that you could physically hear it pushing against the inside of the diaper; right now that little dark yellow spot has the diameter of a ****ing compact disc, and she's staring right at it. However, since this occurred during our conversation, she was mid-sentence before acknowledging it.

So, starting from just after "heh."

she said,

"So speaking of ages, your birthday's coming up, right? Almost sixt-"


At this point I let out this entirely audible moan and she said,


"- do you.. need to go? *nervous laugh* I think you're leaking a little there."



AND HOLY **** WAS I! That same yellow spot was now enormously darker, and took up the entire front of the diaper... and Pull-Ups can't hold more than one wetting (although the initial one was admittedly quite light). The over-saturation nearly flowed down my legs, so I did the only thing I thought reasonable. I took the front end of my shirt and forced it in front of the diaper so she wouldn't see anymore. However, the shirt was light blue and a wet spot started forming on THAT, too!

She hurriedly said,

"Oh - well I don't want to keep you.. have fun with your Huggies! bye!"


The 5-second walk to my shorts was disastrous I released the shirt, and pee from my diaper just shotgunned everywhere; the rest of the pee running down the insides of my legs.

And that's how I got interested in humiliation

I immediately disposed of the Pull-Up and put on my shorts, and non-chalantly walked home. As for the piss-stained shirt: luckily my mom was still asleep (I mean it was 6 am) so I just threw it in the washer.

[Darkfinn]

Wow... that's a good one right there. I don't think I would have been brave (or foolish) enough to go running around at dawn in only a diaper. Makes for an interesting tale.

[Priest]

Sounds unbelievable.

Possibly since it's written more akin to a fictional story than actual events.

[Lukie]

Not to ruin your fun, but I honestly cannot wrap my head around this one enough to believe it. It seems too... unrealistic...

[ballucanb]

Seems a little far fetched to me, I do believe you went running wearing a diaper, but I don't believe the rest.

Because I do wear when I go for a walk, and I do wet it all the time, and I have talked to neighbors being wet and sometimes leaking.

But if thats your story it's OK with me.

[Baby Lily]

It might make a good story, I'll give ya that.

[Takashi]

I got to hand it to you man, that took guts. I don't then anyone here would do that.

[Point Blanch]

I'm finding it hard to believe that you had the idea to leave all your clothes behind... because teenaged minds are supposed to think rationally, and adult minds emotionally! At least, I know I'd never EVER go around in only a diaper, no matter what time it is.

[Baxter Whittenburg]

That's okay if you don't believe; it made me excited and that's all that matters.



Anyway, as far as my mindset and how I came upon doing it: I, like most people, have off-the-wall ideas when I'm lying in bed. This morning I happened to go through with it, because it was dark and I'm an extremely tolerant and confident person.


However, what happened today truly tested my self-trust, and I'm glad I made it back to tell you!

[TallestBabyEver]

well, believable or not, i would have wet myself too! I still cant see anyone up at 6:00am talking on their cellphone and walking in the park. Really crazy though!