I was count dozens of times as a young child, maybe up to the age of 7, MAYBE 8. The last iteration of which had me in electrical tape waistband Pampers as they didn't even come close to fitting properly and I had to wear (and use them) for 3 nights and two days, including being forced to play outside with the neighborhood kids. THANK GOD I somehow managed to NOT have to poop, which for me back then, was amazing as I usually went a minimum of 2x/day, often 3! I had my balls broken about that until I started to grow and develop muscle FAR faster in far greater quantity than my peers. I may not have been the biggest guy (though I grew early so for a time I was amongst the biggest guys) and after smacking around the few who still felt it was wise to pick on me for stuff I did as a youngster, well, they never did it again. I was mortified at first when my mom caught me wearing one of my "loaded" (poop) TP diapers inside of my pants but not as badly as I was when sent into the back yard in a pair of shorts that didn't truly cover the entire Pamper though fear is always worse the reality. I had my balls broken for about an hour and then we resumed out normal shit of rock fights, full contact/no pads football and fighting. My younger brother and I were the two toughest, even at that young age (we had the most practice from beating the absolute shit out of each other) so the one kid who continually rode me for a month that I was a "Pamper Boy" as all diapers were called Pampers by everyone when I was a tot had his ass kicked by me at least 4-6 times as he'd call me Pamper or Pamper Boy and I'd start beating on him. It was a nice turning of the table to say to him that yeah, I'm being punished (ONLY people who knew why were my Mom & Dad, my brother had some pieces of the picture but not all, especially me loading a homemade TP diaper, again) so that covered my excuse and outside of some ball busters occasionally bringing it up for a year or two it died it's own death and I doubt anyone but me remember it today. I wish to Christ I was smart enough to NOT be caught but at 7-8, the mind doesn't work as well as we might had thought it did. I had to use them and had saggy wet Pampers on while outside and was not allowed to use the bathroom in the house. THANKFULLY none of the families on the block had a lot of money and buying Pampers just for the sake of torturing me for desires outside of my control ended once the stack of Pampers my Mom had for babysitting the younger kids of the 5 families on the block ran out, my punishment ended, THANK GOD!. I did secretly WISH I could had pooped and slept in it, but I know that would had led to much more extreme punishment, or at least I believed it would had.
To my knowledge, I never was caught again and if I was, NO ONE said a word.
CptKirk
my.clevelandclinic.org
Who knows? We never talked about it. On the second occasion, she suddenly opened the door to my bedroom when I was weaing nothing but an old cloth baby diaper. My heart just about exploded. To my extreme relief, she proceeded to lecture me about chores or homework and then left. We have a good relationship and I’ve often wondered what was going through her head at the time, but I think I’m ok with not knowing!