My first adult diaper wasn't actually an adult diaper at all it was a pack of goodnights, which are still my favorite diapers weirdly enough even though they can't hold squat and I barely fit anymore. I think it has to do with my infatuation with diapers being pull ups.
The scent, the feeling as they slide up your legs, the softness of the core and how they aren't fully a baby diaper, but also not boring like adult pull ups.
Anyway the first experience went like this:
I was about 15 and I lived in a small apartment with my mom and sister, luckily the day I was planning for sister would be gone at a friend's house and Mom would be gone for the night so had the whole place to myself...perfect.
I lived within walking distance or in this case riding distance (I traveled mostly by bike) and would purchase my Goodnight from them.
The plan was set, I would travel from school (also near by), go to rite aid, buy my diapers, go to the apartment and...
I got to rite-aid boldly grabbed a pack of goodnights (for girls because they were cutier
) and went to stand in line. While standing in line my heart was pounding and I could feel embarrassment flood over me, but I didn't chicken out. I buy my stuff, throw it into my messenger bag and race off to home.
I get home, I rush to my bathroom taking off mostly all my clothes and lock my bathroom door. Now it just me and my goodnights. My heart is racing and I peel open the plastic, slide out one of the pull-ups and enjoying the sweet sound of the soft plastic rubbing against the surrounding pull-ups.
I put my legs in the holes and slowly slide it up taking in every sensation and basking in the absolute state of euphoria I was in. Finally it reaches my crotch and...I'm now wearing a pull-up. I look in the mirror to talk it all in, all my fantasys all my dreams it's finally happened and well okay it's pretty great but I didn't just want to wear it I wanted to feel what it was like to use it.
I remember the absolute effort it took to try and just wet the thing. All that conditioning all as child showed just how impactful it was because it took a herculean effort even while being in a bathroom next to a toilet. After picking up some tips from y'all (as I was a luker back then
) I found a way to relax and let it happen and what happened was I ended up wetting and messing.
I'll never forget that first mess, an unreal and unparalleled feeling of comfort and pleasure of having something warm and sticky under your butt. I decided to try a re-eneact a scene I saw online and straddled the bathtub edge and begin to grind the back of my diaper against it I don't remember if I came, but what I do remember is all the mess spilling out of the pull-ups side and smearing on each side of the tub and starting the fall two the ground.
Pleasure turned into panic, as I hastily tried to clean up and get myself cleaned up not knowing at all what to do as this was my first shot.
I think it was that day that I entered into my first purge cycle and finally started down this path. Great thread idea and glad to finally share this.