Bbjames said:
Very similar to me.
I used to hold my poop in for long times as well.
I used to sit on my heel of my left foot stuffed up into my bum hole and actually allow my body to release the poop. But it wouldn’t come out. It couldn’t because of my heel.
I loved that feeling. I was a weird kid lol. To say the least. I was affraid to shit. It would lead to skid marks and poo in my underwear. Which lead to (like you) getting my mom upset and she would punish me and put me back into my baby brothers Pampers. If told my story in earlier posts.
I was caught in a loop.
I loved to be in diapers, I loved when she would be mad at me and put the diaper on fast and hard. It was amazing. I used to get aroused as a child . Which was confusing big time. My first “wet” experience was while I was in Pampers rubbing my penis over the diaper at I think around 9 maybe? All I know is that touching myself felt good and something was hard in my diaper on my body. Before that, everytime I thought of diapers or was put in them I would have an erection. I was so scared and confused as a child. I had found some diapers somehwre and stole them to take home and wear in my room secretly.
That was the weirdest feeling of all.drawers
I had no idea what this liquid was coming out of my penis at the time.
I couldn’t tell anyone because I was in a baby diaper (Pampers, XL double elastic) taped up barely….I remember the tapes just fit me.
I was shaking I was so nervous that I had done something wrong and ruined my body.
Anyone else have a traumatic experience like that with diapers?
In the other Post you wrote to me:
Oh wow! You most definitely received Pamper punishment.
Reading your short story here had my body and mind reacting with many emotions and feelings. One feeling is extreme pleasure. Since I was punished in diapers many times (I loved it everytime it happened)…hearing your account with your mom grabbing your wrist and forcing you to wear a Pampers brought back that euphoric feeling throughout my body.
Wow! It was real and quite I intense the rush I felt. Especially the more I read about your story.
Then seeing the pics you uploaded was somewhat overwhelming.
I’m not sure if anyone else ever gets these feelings when you read, see, or hear stories of other young kids (when we were that age and we were punished and/or forced to wear baby diapers and powder)…
Another feeling I felt was one of jealousy.
Even though I was put back into diapers…the thought of another mother perhaps diapering me and scolding me was a rush as well.
I really loved when the babysitter would angrily put me in a diaper for the same “skid marks” like you were.
It was amazing.
I am still feeling some sort of euphoria as I am typing this message.
Wow!
Anyone else as messed up as I am!!??? Lol
I guess we have some things in common.
Another story of mine was way before the one with the skidmarks.
The old Pampers were sitting on my dresser the first years, when i was 4-6 years old.
After that they found a place inside the lowest drawer.
Sometimes couriosity overcomed me and i snucked one of the Pampers to bed and played with it.
I didn't always taped it on me, because my mother strictly told me:
"They are only for emergencies. You don't need them anymore, because you are not a Baby!"
So they had the forbidden fruit aspect for me, but after a while i needed to tape one on again.
I think it was a friday and after my parents brought me to bed i waited till the house was silent.
Then i snuck on of my blue Pampers out of the plastic package (see attachment) and sneaked back in my top bunk bed, where i always slept.
I changed me into the diaper and was blissfully happy about it.
To this day i remember the sound of my PJ sliding over the plastic cover of the diaper.
I cuddled with my plushies and was totaly in babymode.
Then i laid on my stomach and wiggled around to here the crinkling and to feel the diaper even more.
Suddenly i had the most powerful feelings i've ever experienced coming from down there.
Ofcourse i connected those feelings with the Pampers, because i didn't know any better.
I slept with the diaper and hid it under my pillow, my mum found it and told me:
"Why do you always play with those baby diapers?"
I just shrugged it of and she didn't questioned me further.
On the saturday evening i was eager to reexperience the feelings i felt last night.
So i couldn't wait to go to bed, i got in bed early and without any order from my parents.
As i told them goodnight my mum asked: "Are you sick or something? You never go to bed that early?"
I answered something like i felt tired that day.
This time i snuck the Pampers directly and hid it between my mattress and the wall/bed-frame.
I heard a CD with a storyteller and waited.
After a while i thought the situation would be clear and through my anticipation i couldn't wait any longer.
I put the Pampers on me and with heartpounding lied still in my bed to be sure nobody comes.
The CD was still playing as i goofed around a little, then i heard footsteps coming to my room.
I pretend to sleep as my mum entered my room, she stoped the CD Player and was going towards my bed.
I was totaly shoked and heard my heart in my ears.
She stroke my hair and said: "Are you alright?"
I knew i couldn't pretend to sleep any longer, but i didn't know what to do so i waited a little longer.
My mom was now getting nervous and thought i was ill or something.
So shes shoke me a little bit to wake up.
Now i opend my eyes and stared at her with the deer in the headlights look.
She knew something was off and asked: "What is going on mister?"
I stammered a not convincing: "N-Nothing..."
But she didn't bought it and was searching in my bed for something i would hide.
I panicked and holded my duvet very tight, she yanked it away and searched till she looked at my PJ.
With the words: "Did you..." She reached for my PJ pants and pulled it with one finger slighty down.
"...diapered yourself again!?!" She ended the sentence as she saw the colourful bears on my blue Pampers.
I was paralyzed and nearly crying and she thought carefully about what to say or do next.
Then she executed her new strategy and said in a babyvoice:
"Ahh does my little baby still needs Pampers for the night?"
I was more than perplexed about this question and just said "No..." in disbelief.
"It sure looks like you want to be a baby again..." She countered.
Now i was in full panickmode, i cried and tried to untape the diaper from me.
But she grabed my hand and said: "Nonono! You will wear the diaper now for the whole night, like little babys have to!"
I stammered a "B-But..."
She followed up with: "No buts... You want to be a baby, so you have to wear Pampers!"
Then she made it clear to not remove the diaper and that i have to sleep now.
Which gave me a bunch of mixed feelings.
After she left my room i was alone again and calmed down, now my parents knew which was realy embarrassing but on the other hand i don't have to be paranoid anymore.
So i did the same as the night before and had the same powerful feelings and slept well.
On the next day i realy thought it was a dream till my mum entered my room again and said:
"Morning! Did my baby slept well this night? Have you wet your diaper?"
I knew it wasn't a dream, she walked with me to the bathroom were she undid the diaper send me to the toilet (were i luckily did number 2) and went to the shower.
After the shower i thought it was over but my mum came back with a diaper in her hands and demanded me to lie on the ground.
I threw a tantrum and cried and she gave me a way out:
"If you realy don't want diapers anymore, i throw all your Pampers away and this is over?!"
But i couldn't say yes, because i want to relive those feelings i just discovered.
So i told her "No" which led her to diaper me again and saying: "If you want your Pampers that bad, you will have to wear them for a while now!"
She kept me the whole sunday in diapers and we even visited my grandparents (her side) which was beyond embarrassing.
I think she changed me at least 3-4 times, i even had to use the diaper but just for number 1.
I have vague memories that she kept me for the following monday at kindergarten still in diapers, but this could have been a fantasy or false memory.
Otherwise the diaper threats began with this incident and she told me if i didn't behave she goes to the supermarket and buys the biggest pack of Pampers they have.
I remember she showed some big package to me one time at a grocery shoppingtrip.
Sorry, that was a long story