Bbjames
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When I was a child from 3-11 I had some sort of fear to poop. I really can’t explain it. Even right now thinking about it. I have no idea. What I would do was kneel down on my left foot that was placed perfectly between my buttocks and allow the feeling of the release of having a bowel movement. I did like that feeling.
When I was very young I used to not wipe myself properly and would get stains in my underwear. Sometimes caked on poop. My mother would get upset and threaten me with being put back into diapers. I think I wanted to be put back. I used to run into the bedroom where my baby brother would have his diaper changed and throw myself into the bed beside him whenever my mom would say “Lets change your diaper”.
A couple of time she would start to undo my pants and was more than willing to put me in his Pampers. But I would always run away.
Except after many times of dirty underwear. I think I was about 5. My mom grabbed me and pulled me into the bedroom and stripped my pants off and put me in a diaper.
Powder and everything. I cried but I loved it.
I’m positive this is the reason I love being in diapers.
Does anyone have a similar story?
There is more to this story. If anyone is interested it’s cool
When I was very young I used to not wipe myself properly and would get stains in my underwear. Sometimes caked on poop. My mother would get upset and threaten me with being put back into diapers. I think I wanted to be put back. I used to run into the bedroom where my baby brother would have his diaper changed and throw myself into the bed beside him whenever my mom would say “Lets change your diaper”.
A couple of time she would start to undo my pants and was more than willing to put me in his Pampers. But I would always run away.
Except after many times of dirty underwear. I think I was about 5. My mom grabbed me and pulled me into the bedroom and stripped my pants off and put me in a diaper.
Powder and everything. I cried but I loved it.
I’m positive this is the reason I love being in diapers.
Does anyone have a similar story?
There is more to this story. If anyone is interested it’s cool
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