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This is going to be my entire diaper experience in as much detail as I remember from my beginning to present day. This is also going to be a thread where others can write their own stories in as much detail as they wish. Also I should probably mark this as like a 14+ thread given some material, however I will preface by saying anything mentioned is written in as objectively and matter of fact-ly as I can. This may be an AB/DL forum but we can still be mature from time to time. Also, I am almost exclusively a DL and this is what I enjoy, but I still welcome any Mommy/Daddy/Little, etc. to read and/or participate on their own!
The Beginning:
I'll start back at the beginning with some more point-form-ish notes. I was born (Wow big shocker), diapered as any other infant would be, grew up fast, got a brother, so that was cool, and then moved into my young child years. I was never really a bedwetter whatsoever and stopped at around at 3 or 4. If I recall correctly I wore pullups at the time, but those were thrown out shortly after I stopped. And for all the AB's in the chat, thumb-sucking was a larger issue for me, which my parents eventually stopped by putting hot sauce on my thumbs before bed.
Also, I will just but(t) in and say that up until around 13/14 (mainly 14), none of this was sexual in any way for me. I had no clue what an erection was, etc.
Early Years
House
Fast forwards a few years and at this point, I really only knew one other family with kids my age at the time, and they would come over from time to time. There were 3 kids in that family, a girl my age, and 2 twins my brother's age. Long story short, I was about 7 at the time and the girl around my age LOVES playing house. They've come over frequently enough that I've gotten comfortable with playing along. Anyways, one day she asks me to be the baby of the family. Don't really know why because that role basically just does nothing for the entire "roleplay session". Long story short, I end up opening up one of the closets and finding some old leftover baby diapers from my brother. You can probably work out where this is going. Long story short, I asked to "step up the roleplay" (I didn't call it roleplay at the time mind you), and eventually went into the bathroom to change. The diaper in question was a size medium pampers, and it ended up fitting a little tight around my waist, but I ended up getting it on fairly easily, even with tapes. I believe I used the standing up and pressing your back against a wall method to attach it which worked out fine. Anyways, I come up, and she's a bit weirded out by it, but eventually goes along with it. Unfortunately it was late at the time, and we were forced to stop only about 3 minutes in so she could go home. At that point I was still in a diaper, but didn't want to put it to waste, but it was more or less pure curiosity that actually made me keep it on under my pants.
The Dinner Table
The next event happens when I am called for dinner. I am still wearing the diaper, and am actually getting quite the urge to pee. Once again, you can see where this is going. At the dinner table, everything is going well, until I finally burst towards the end of it. I finish peeing, and politely ask to go to the bathroom. As I'm walking, I am thinking to myself how convenient that was, let alone how nice the warmth around my groin felt! After taking off the diaper, I use some toilet paper to clean up any wetness I feel, and then I do the incredibly dumb thing of holding it by the tapes, and running out to the kitchen table to show off my work...Part of me is impressed at the smarts on me at the time, but another part is just confused as to why I thought that was a good idea. My parents ask if I peed in it, I say yes. I ask them if they knew I wearing, and they also said yes. To this day I don't know what gave it away, and I refuse to ever talk to my parents about that sort of thing, but I can make my guesses.
Teenage Years
Gathering Some Courage
Another fast forwards, and I am now 13. Early stages of puberty, and learning what happens to the male body during said event. Eventually, my mind wandered back to the dinner table event, and wonders if I can do that same thing again. I look around for any spare diapers that may have been leftover (First of all, looking back, I likely would not have fit, nor would it have been a good experience if I had, seeing as they were years old and stored unprotected in a closet) and eventually I gather the courage to ask my father if he would buy me some. This doesn't go over too well, but he actually recommends looking around for some old ones, and that he mainly just isn't going to actually go out to the store and buy them, let alone spend a penny.
An Excellent Craftsman
An additional fast forward, I am now 14. I have a loose understanding of concepts such as sex, sexual desire, orgasms, etc. Since I was denied the year earlier, I ended up with an obsession for obtaining diapers. I looked up articles, did research, even managed to stumble across softcore diaper porn, which, for a late 14 year old male, was enough to make me double down on my desires. At this point, I end up making a diaper using paper towels, a white garbage bag, and some tape. For what it was, it worked fantastically (I'll leave a step-by step tutorial at the bottom of the post if you want to learn more). I would actually end up making more of them whenever all of my family left for more than 5 hours at a time, which was extremely uncommon at the time (Maybe 2-3 times per year), and would often happen when my brother was at a friend's house, and my parents had to go somewhere, so I made those opportunities count.
The Plan (A really messed up one at that)
Meanwhile, I am getting closer and closer with a girl from school, and eventually, we hatch a plan. Or rather, I hatch a plan, and over like 3 months, manage to convince them to go with it. I basically get them to buy a package of boys large goodnights and a package of laxative using their own money, and I would change during class and well, mess myself. Looking back, soooo many things about this were messed up and this is honestly one of the biggest shames of my life. The day they got she got them, she actually went with another one of her female friends, and bought the goodnights together. Later that evening, I get a text + an image from them showing them both wearing one and stating that they actually felt really nice when wet. (Yes. I'm dead serious. I got a selfie from two hot girls in my class, both wearing diapers and admitting to wetting them. I should also state that that was all it ever was. A double selfie of them wearing diapers. Both had shirts AND pants (with waistbands) and no genitalia was EVER sent. I believe they sent it as a sort of status update). I was only ever able to get my hands on a singular goodnight she left me in her desk, and told me to double back and get it during gym class. This actually worked very well. And I saved it for the "grand finale". Anyways, it turns out she was texting me using her mother's ipad, and one day (The day before "the grand finale") she ends up finding out what had been happening. She reported it to the school and my mother, and I was brought in to "serve trial". Police were threatened to be brought in due to the fact that she was technically dealing drugs to me. Although none of us ever thought of it that way, or even considered that possibility, by definition that was what was happening. I was also threatened with expulsion, but in the end got nothing more than a slap on the wrist and some "community service".
A Date
Towards the end of that year, I still had some goodnights left, and I planned on using them. Low and behold, about 2 weeks before the year ended, I am asked by one of the girls in my class (neither of the two previously involved) if I want to go on a date to dairy queen! I have never had a proper girlfriend at this point, so I am both nervous, anxious, and excited all at the same time. The day comes, and (this part is a bit blurry for me) I decide it would be a good idea for me to wear one of my goodnights on the date, and bike up there wearing it. The date overall goes well, and eventually we part ways. I never ended up needing to use it, and if I'm being honest, I still don't know if that was a good or a bad thing.
Mammoth Balls
Another year goes by, all my punishments have been served and the event has more or less been forgotten. At this point, I used the singular goodnight I had, loved the experience, and basically NEED more. Eventually, I gather enough cash, and one day while my parents are out and my brother is away, I ask if I can bike into town (About a 40 minute bike ride, given I also have to go up a massive hill), I get permission, so I leave. I have to drive to the complete other side of town, because the pharmacy I was going to buy from was packed. I thought I even recognized some people, so I said that was a hard no. I drive to the other pharmacy, go inside, it's busy but not nearly as busy as the last place, and I go in and pick up a package of XL goodnights. Those were what I was familiar with, and they were the perfect size for me at the time, so I went with them. I get in line behind an older lady, and am waiting there shamefully for my turn. The cashier sees the item in my hand, and bumps me to the front of the line (I didn't want to draw attention to myself, which I certainly did, but I still appreciate the effort). I also ask if I can buy some z-quill. (At this point in my life, I was experiencing severe sleep paralysis/sleep apnea, and had not slept in over 72 hours, so I was feeling a bit on edge). My plan was to buy both, explain that I was buying the goodnights because I was afraid drugging myself to sleep could result in some wet sheets, and then leave. The cashier seemed to be a bit skeptical of that story at first, but eventually I purchased what I needed and left as soon as possible.
I should tell you one other detail before I continue: I am very into computers, and was actually redoing my cable management entirely, and currently had an old sheet draped over my desk so no one could see what I was working on.
I end up getting home, only to find out that my parents have actually returned EARLY and were waiting inside (Technically, my Dad was inside, my mother was outside). I enter, get asked how things went, say fine, then go straight to my room. I quickly open up my backpack and throw the goodnights under my desk, and the z-quill under my bed when I realize that I hear my Dad walking down the hall towards my room. He opens up the door, ask how things went, yada yada yada, he ends up finding the z-quill, laboring on about how bad that is for my mind even though he knows full well I haven't slept a wink in days. He confiscates the sleep pills, and leaves, suspecting nothing else. He even checked under the bed for anything else, so hiding them in two different spots was a smart move.
Over the next ~4 months, I end up getting a bunch of great opportunities back-to-back to use my diapers for what they were made for. I wet, messed, had enemas, did the marshmallow challenge, and the other thing teenagers love to do when horny. My method of disposing was shortly after use, take off the diaper, take a shower without making my hair wet, then throwing the used diapers into the garbage bin at our garage. I would life up the existing garbage bag, and put them at the bottom. The problem was I used no concealment beyond that of any kind, and one night, after I had used 2 goodnights in fact (I had basically the day to myself), my mother came home, and ended up lifting the garbage bag concealing the diapers, revealing my position. I got a strong talking to, and had many items confiscated, including my stash. I actually had a tumblr account at the time, and you can image what I was using that for...Moving on, they found the tumblr, forced me to delete the account, and confiscated all electronic devices for the next 3 months. As for my stash, they were thrown out. However, it was garbage day, and I was told to take out the trash, so when I was hidden from any windows or potential onlookers, I opened up the trash, got the remaining 3 goodnights out, and actually hid them under our green bins. I took the trash out and nothing was suspected. I kept very close tabs to make sure they never checked the bins before the truck came, and low and behold they didn't. I then used those 3 over the next 2-3 months, until I inevitably ran out.
After I ran out, 15-17 was quite the blur, and mainly consisted of my phone and the makeshift diapers in rare circumstances.
Present Day
I am a Uni student, currently buying Tena super briefs from the same store I bought the earlier goodnights mentioned. I still live with my parents because the house is actually very close to the university itself, and I don't really have all that much in terms of money to actually afford an apartment/residence. However, my current living situation has me with the house to myself and my dog for days at a time, and this situation started about a month ago, which is when I bought my first package of proper diapers. As previously mentioned, I bought a 14 pack of large Tena super briefs, and have currently used 4 of them (wearing one as I write this), but also happened to be near the store I buy them at as I was picking up some medicine for my dog at the vet clinic just down the street, and thought, why not?
Fun fact #1: The original pharmacy store no longer sells any incontinence products larger than a depends pull up, so I now have to travel to the other store regardless!
Fun fact #2: The store I buy the Tena's from, lists the diapers as $28.99 per package. However, when checking out, they are scanned in as $16.99 (inc taxes). So I'm getting a massive bargain! And is also the reason why I bought an additional package.
Fun fact #3: My waist size is actually more fit for a small/medium but the store only sells one type of tabbed brief, so I just have to attach the tapes a bit tighter
Anyways, I seeing as I've just had my first experience with proper adult diapers so recently, I thought I'd document them here. Also, I do go into a bit extra detail with each diaper experience, so if you don't wish to read any of that, feel free to skip until the finale.
Diaper One
I struggled quite a bit with the tapes, as it was quite the adventure trying to put on a diaper for the first time in 10++ years, and especially one that was one or two sizes too large...I put it on at around 1:30pm, I believe I masturbated in it once within the first hour (which felt incredible, mind you), but didn't take it off until around 6:30pm the following day. At ~3:30pm, I got the urge to go, and wanting to enjoy this to it's full potential, I did just that! Originally, I messed first as messing has always been significantly easier for me, but messing triggered the stream to flow. I was quite turned on by this all, and so it actually was very painful given my predicament. Overall, I finished using it, masturbated once more for good measure (Remember, this is the first time I've ever really had this experience, so I was going to make every moment worthwhile) and then realizing that everything was quite stable, kept it on for the next 3 hours! When I was finally satisfied, I filled the diaper up with warm water as much as I could, and ended up fitting 3 whole water bottles in before getting any leaks. I then took it off, showered, then disposed of the diaper, this time in some old grocery bags (which we were actually using as normal garbage bags, so they blended right in).
Diaper Two
Diaper two I put on right after disposing of diaper one. I ended up wearing that one all through the night, getting horny in the morning, needed to wet but ended up chickening out and just using the toilet through the side, then taking it off and stashing it away as I had to go to a meeting that I didn't feel comfortable wearing a diaper to. I got back, put the diaper back on, and wore it for the rest of the day until I needed to go. In order to make this one worthwhile, I decided to try and use a normal water bottle in order to give myself a makeshift fleet enema. After that didn't work out, I tried with a spray bottle, a funnel and gravity, and a turkey baster. The turkey baster certainly the most uncomfortable, but it was the only thing that got the job done. It wasn't the best, and I'd certainly made quite the mess (pun intentional). The mess itself was quite fast and honestly, both too small and watery to really appreciate. I tried wetting and succeeded, but ended up with an overall lackluster amount and it was very on/off, so more of a pain than anything else. Same story as before, take it off, shower, dispose in bags. I'd say diaper 2 was good, but a bit of a disappointment. My parents also came back late that night, so I didn't end up putting another one on.
Diaper Three
Diaper three was an experiment. An experiment to hold for as long as possible no matter what, drinking and eating excessive amounts (excessive to what I would normally eat, that is), and then waiting until I had an accident. This was going to be an Omorashi Omutsu. I'm pretty sure I lasted the first whole day without issue, slept, woke up the next day, and only started feeling anything around noon. I still managed to hold it, and overall the feelings subsided fairly quickly. The same feelings would pop up every 2 hours like clockwork, but always stronger than the last. Eventually, I started avoiding sitting down altogether, just to speed things up a little bit, as I really didn't want to go to a day 3. For the next 2 hours, I stood in constant discomfort, the pressure building slowly as I went, until things climaxed and I knew I couldn't hold it anymore. I went into my bathroom, and over the next 30 minutes, waddled around legs doing the cross thingy, until eventually drops started coming out. The end was upon me. Drops kept coming until eventually, a proper stream started and there was no way I wanted to, or could stop it. And it just kept coming. I probably sat there for roughly 1.5 minutes with a full stream without exaggeration. When all was said and done, the diaper was sagging a third of the way down my thighs, and the tapes were struggling. No leaks though! At that point, I had also been holding in a poo for the same amount of time, and needed to go, but just not as badly, so I decided to let it go. Low and behold, it was actually quite the mess! I was rather proud of myself, but the diaper did not approve. One of the tapes kept falling off at the sheer wait of it by that point, and it was drooping almost to my knees! I was incredibly impressed that not only was it not leaking, but the diaper was still holding even after sagging as much as it was! In the end, I sat down, and smushed as much moisture around the diaper as I could, completely filling the front and back. And this was just after a singular wetting! Once I sat down, even with all the smushing, some moisture did end up escaping out the sides, so I laid down, got one more relief in, and took it off and disposed of it. I'd not only call the experiment a complete success, but also give that diaper a 10/10 rating for taking such a beating, and only when pushed to its limits twice, finally let go.
Diaper Four
Diaper four is currently the diaper I am sitting in as I write this. The experiment with this diaper was to pretend I wore 24/7, and just use it for anything and everything until it leaked. However, with all three previous diapers, whenever I needed to use the diaper, I would always go into my bathroom as that's where I felt most comfortable. This time was going to be different, as I was going to wear it however I wanted, and whenever I needed to go right then and there. I ended up having a fairly good wetting while I was outside watching my doggo, and later had a second one while at my desk. However, as I've already mentioned, that day I would have to bike up to the other side of town, and pick up some medicine for my doggo at the vet clinic. At first I was going to leave the diaper, go get the stuff, and return as quickly as possible, but given I was trying to wear "24/7", I kept it on. It was quite nerve racking as this was my first time truly diapered in public. The supers have a REALLY high waistline, so I was always worried about a gust of wind blowing up the back of my shirt, but the shirt I was wearing was actually quite long and so I never actually needed to worry about that sort of thing. I ended up getting to the clinic, picking up his medicine, and having a short pee in the parking lot before making my way towards the pharmacy to pick up another package. I buy the package, and they actually have 4 available now instead of the previous 2. I buy a package, stuff it in my backpack, and make my way home. After I get home and am all settled in, I notice that the bike, combined with the constant movement, have left a lot of the padding clumped up and a bit spot missing from where I was sitting. I now sit in a 3 times wet diaper, and contemplating whether to change now, mess/wet and then change, or poke some poles in the bottom, and double diaper. This decision will determine what happens with Diaper 5, but the future is still to come.
Finale
And with that, is all of my diaper experience, from the start of my life, to modern day. In summary, I'd say my fetish arose around 13/14, and was derived from an event I had with another girl when I was rather young. Throughout my teens, I made some pretty smart decisions and some pretty dumb decisions, but haven't we all? Goodnights were good while I had them, but I've currently moved on to other pastures, so to speak, and am loving every second of it. The ability to use more that once and not have to worry about leaks is completely exhilarating and freeing. Sure, they could be better, but for my preference of a heavy duty, tabbed, medical style brief the Tena supers have been, well, super!
Anyways, that's my story! Now tell me yours!
The Beginning:
I'll start back at the beginning with some more point-form-ish notes. I was born (Wow big shocker), diapered as any other infant would be, grew up fast, got a brother, so that was cool, and then moved into my young child years. I was never really a bedwetter whatsoever and stopped at around at 3 or 4. If I recall correctly I wore pullups at the time, but those were thrown out shortly after I stopped. And for all the AB's in the chat, thumb-sucking was a larger issue for me, which my parents eventually stopped by putting hot sauce on my thumbs before bed.
Also, I will just but(t) in and say that up until around 13/14 (mainly 14), none of this was sexual in any way for me. I had no clue what an erection was, etc.
Early Years
House
Fast forwards a few years and at this point, I really only knew one other family with kids my age at the time, and they would come over from time to time. There were 3 kids in that family, a girl my age, and 2 twins my brother's age. Long story short, I was about 7 at the time and the girl around my age LOVES playing house. They've come over frequently enough that I've gotten comfortable with playing along. Anyways, one day she asks me to be the baby of the family. Don't really know why because that role basically just does nothing for the entire "roleplay session". Long story short, I end up opening up one of the closets and finding some old leftover baby diapers from my brother. You can probably work out where this is going. Long story short, I asked to "step up the roleplay" (I didn't call it roleplay at the time mind you), and eventually went into the bathroom to change. The diaper in question was a size medium pampers, and it ended up fitting a little tight around my waist, but I ended up getting it on fairly easily, even with tapes. I believe I used the standing up and pressing your back against a wall method to attach it which worked out fine. Anyways, I come up, and she's a bit weirded out by it, but eventually goes along with it. Unfortunately it was late at the time, and we were forced to stop only about 3 minutes in so she could go home. At that point I was still in a diaper, but didn't want to put it to waste, but it was more or less pure curiosity that actually made me keep it on under my pants.
The Dinner Table
The next event happens when I am called for dinner. I am still wearing the diaper, and am actually getting quite the urge to pee. Once again, you can see where this is going. At the dinner table, everything is going well, until I finally burst towards the end of it. I finish peeing, and politely ask to go to the bathroom. As I'm walking, I am thinking to myself how convenient that was, let alone how nice the warmth around my groin felt! After taking off the diaper, I use some toilet paper to clean up any wetness I feel, and then I do the incredibly dumb thing of holding it by the tapes, and running out to the kitchen table to show off my work...Part of me is impressed at the smarts on me at the time, but another part is just confused as to why I thought that was a good idea. My parents ask if I peed in it, I say yes. I ask them if they knew I wearing, and they also said yes. To this day I don't know what gave it away, and I refuse to ever talk to my parents about that sort of thing, but I can make my guesses.
Teenage Years
Gathering Some Courage
Another fast forwards, and I am now 13. Early stages of puberty, and learning what happens to the male body during said event. Eventually, my mind wandered back to the dinner table event, and wonders if I can do that same thing again. I look around for any spare diapers that may have been leftover (First of all, looking back, I likely would not have fit, nor would it have been a good experience if I had, seeing as they were years old and stored unprotected in a closet) and eventually I gather the courage to ask my father if he would buy me some. This doesn't go over too well, but he actually recommends looking around for some old ones, and that he mainly just isn't going to actually go out to the store and buy them, let alone spend a penny.
An Excellent Craftsman
An additional fast forward, I am now 14. I have a loose understanding of concepts such as sex, sexual desire, orgasms, etc. Since I was denied the year earlier, I ended up with an obsession for obtaining diapers. I looked up articles, did research, even managed to stumble across softcore diaper porn, which, for a late 14 year old male, was enough to make me double down on my desires. At this point, I end up making a diaper using paper towels, a white garbage bag, and some tape. For what it was, it worked fantastically (I'll leave a step-by step tutorial at the bottom of the post if you want to learn more). I would actually end up making more of them whenever all of my family left for more than 5 hours at a time, which was extremely uncommon at the time (Maybe 2-3 times per year), and would often happen when my brother was at a friend's house, and my parents had to go somewhere, so I made those opportunities count.
The Plan (A really messed up one at that)
Meanwhile, I am getting closer and closer with a girl from school, and eventually, we hatch a plan. Or rather, I hatch a plan, and over like 3 months, manage to convince them to go with it. I basically get them to buy a package of boys large goodnights and a package of laxative using their own money, and I would change during class and well, mess myself. Looking back, soooo many things about this were messed up and this is honestly one of the biggest shames of my life. The day they got she got them, she actually went with another one of her female friends, and bought the goodnights together. Later that evening, I get a text + an image from them showing them both wearing one and stating that they actually felt really nice when wet. (Yes. I'm dead serious. I got a selfie from two hot girls in my class, both wearing diapers and admitting to wetting them. I should also state that that was all it ever was. A double selfie of them wearing diapers. Both had shirts AND pants (with waistbands) and no genitalia was EVER sent. I believe they sent it as a sort of status update). I was only ever able to get my hands on a singular goodnight she left me in her desk, and told me to double back and get it during gym class. This actually worked very well. And I saved it for the "grand finale". Anyways, it turns out she was texting me using her mother's ipad, and one day (The day before "the grand finale") she ends up finding out what had been happening. She reported it to the school and my mother, and I was brought in to "serve trial". Police were threatened to be brought in due to the fact that she was technically dealing drugs to me. Although none of us ever thought of it that way, or even considered that possibility, by definition that was what was happening. I was also threatened with expulsion, but in the end got nothing more than a slap on the wrist and some "community service".
A Date
Towards the end of that year, I still had some goodnights left, and I planned on using them. Low and behold, about 2 weeks before the year ended, I am asked by one of the girls in my class (neither of the two previously involved) if I want to go on a date to dairy queen! I have never had a proper girlfriend at this point, so I am both nervous, anxious, and excited all at the same time. The day comes, and (this part is a bit blurry for me) I decide it would be a good idea for me to wear one of my goodnights on the date, and bike up there wearing it. The date overall goes well, and eventually we part ways. I never ended up needing to use it, and if I'm being honest, I still don't know if that was a good or a bad thing.
Mammoth Balls
Another year goes by, all my punishments have been served and the event has more or less been forgotten. At this point, I used the singular goodnight I had, loved the experience, and basically NEED more. Eventually, I gather enough cash, and one day while my parents are out and my brother is away, I ask if I can bike into town (About a 40 minute bike ride, given I also have to go up a massive hill), I get permission, so I leave. I have to drive to the complete other side of town, because the pharmacy I was going to buy from was packed. I thought I even recognized some people, so I said that was a hard no. I drive to the other pharmacy, go inside, it's busy but not nearly as busy as the last place, and I go in and pick up a package of XL goodnights. Those were what I was familiar with, and they were the perfect size for me at the time, so I went with them. I get in line behind an older lady, and am waiting there shamefully for my turn. The cashier sees the item in my hand, and bumps me to the front of the line (I didn't want to draw attention to myself, which I certainly did, but I still appreciate the effort). I also ask if I can buy some z-quill. (At this point in my life, I was experiencing severe sleep paralysis/sleep apnea, and had not slept in over 72 hours, so I was feeling a bit on edge). My plan was to buy both, explain that I was buying the goodnights because I was afraid drugging myself to sleep could result in some wet sheets, and then leave. The cashier seemed to be a bit skeptical of that story at first, but eventually I purchased what I needed and left as soon as possible.
I should tell you one other detail before I continue: I am very into computers, and was actually redoing my cable management entirely, and currently had an old sheet draped over my desk so no one could see what I was working on.
I end up getting home, only to find out that my parents have actually returned EARLY and were waiting inside (Technically, my Dad was inside, my mother was outside). I enter, get asked how things went, say fine, then go straight to my room. I quickly open up my backpack and throw the goodnights under my desk, and the z-quill under my bed when I realize that I hear my Dad walking down the hall towards my room. He opens up the door, ask how things went, yada yada yada, he ends up finding the z-quill, laboring on about how bad that is for my mind even though he knows full well I haven't slept a wink in days. He confiscates the sleep pills, and leaves, suspecting nothing else. He even checked under the bed for anything else, so hiding them in two different spots was a smart move.
Over the next ~4 months, I end up getting a bunch of great opportunities back-to-back to use my diapers for what they were made for. I wet, messed, had enemas, did the marshmallow challenge, and the other thing teenagers love to do when horny. My method of disposing was shortly after use, take off the diaper, take a shower without making my hair wet, then throwing the used diapers into the garbage bin at our garage. I would life up the existing garbage bag, and put them at the bottom. The problem was I used no concealment beyond that of any kind, and one night, after I had used 2 goodnights in fact (I had basically the day to myself), my mother came home, and ended up lifting the garbage bag concealing the diapers, revealing my position. I got a strong talking to, and had many items confiscated, including my stash. I actually had a tumblr account at the time, and you can image what I was using that for...Moving on, they found the tumblr, forced me to delete the account, and confiscated all electronic devices for the next 3 months. As for my stash, they were thrown out. However, it was garbage day, and I was told to take out the trash, so when I was hidden from any windows or potential onlookers, I opened up the trash, got the remaining 3 goodnights out, and actually hid them under our green bins. I took the trash out and nothing was suspected. I kept very close tabs to make sure they never checked the bins before the truck came, and low and behold they didn't. I then used those 3 over the next 2-3 months, until I inevitably ran out.
After I ran out, 15-17 was quite the blur, and mainly consisted of my phone and the makeshift diapers in rare circumstances.
Present Day
I am a Uni student, currently buying Tena super briefs from the same store I bought the earlier goodnights mentioned. I still live with my parents because the house is actually very close to the university itself, and I don't really have all that much in terms of money to actually afford an apartment/residence. However, my current living situation has me with the house to myself and my dog for days at a time, and this situation started about a month ago, which is when I bought my first package of proper diapers. As previously mentioned, I bought a 14 pack of large Tena super briefs, and have currently used 4 of them (wearing one as I write this), but also happened to be near the store I buy them at as I was picking up some medicine for my dog at the vet clinic just down the street, and thought, why not?
Fun fact #1: The original pharmacy store no longer sells any incontinence products larger than a depends pull up, so I now have to travel to the other store regardless!
Fun fact #2: The store I buy the Tena's from, lists the diapers as $28.99 per package. However, when checking out, they are scanned in as $16.99 (inc taxes). So I'm getting a massive bargain! And is also the reason why I bought an additional package.
Fun fact #3: My waist size is actually more fit for a small/medium but the store only sells one type of tabbed brief, so I just have to attach the tapes a bit tighter
Anyways, I seeing as I've just had my first experience with proper adult diapers so recently, I thought I'd document them here. Also, I do go into a bit extra detail with each diaper experience, so if you don't wish to read any of that, feel free to skip until the finale.
Diaper One
I struggled quite a bit with the tapes, as it was quite the adventure trying to put on a diaper for the first time in 10++ years, and especially one that was one or two sizes too large...I put it on at around 1:30pm, I believe I masturbated in it once within the first hour (which felt incredible, mind you), but didn't take it off until around 6:30pm the following day. At ~3:30pm, I got the urge to go, and wanting to enjoy this to it's full potential, I did just that! Originally, I messed first as messing has always been significantly easier for me, but messing triggered the stream to flow. I was quite turned on by this all, and so it actually was very painful given my predicament. Overall, I finished using it, masturbated once more for good measure (Remember, this is the first time I've ever really had this experience, so I was going to make every moment worthwhile) and then realizing that everything was quite stable, kept it on for the next 3 hours! When I was finally satisfied, I filled the diaper up with warm water as much as I could, and ended up fitting 3 whole water bottles in before getting any leaks. I then took it off, showered, then disposed of the diaper, this time in some old grocery bags (which we were actually using as normal garbage bags, so they blended right in).
Diaper Two
Diaper two I put on right after disposing of diaper one. I ended up wearing that one all through the night, getting horny in the morning, needed to wet but ended up chickening out and just using the toilet through the side, then taking it off and stashing it away as I had to go to a meeting that I didn't feel comfortable wearing a diaper to. I got back, put the diaper back on, and wore it for the rest of the day until I needed to go. In order to make this one worthwhile, I decided to try and use a normal water bottle in order to give myself a makeshift fleet enema. After that didn't work out, I tried with a spray bottle, a funnel and gravity, and a turkey baster. The turkey baster certainly the most uncomfortable, but it was the only thing that got the job done. It wasn't the best, and I'd certainly made quite the mess (pun intentional). The mess itself was quite fast and honestly, both too small and watery to really appreciate. I tried wetting and succeeded, but ended up with an overall lackluster amount and it was very on/off, so more of a pain than anything else. Same story as before, take it off, shower, dispose in bags. I'd say diaper 2 was good, but a bit of a disappointment. My parents also came back late that night, so I didn't end up putting another one on.
Diaper Three
Diaper three was an experiment. An experiment to hold for as long as possible no matter what, drinking and eating excessive amounts (excessive to what I would normally eat, that is), and then waiting until I had an accident. This was going to be an Omorashi Omutsu. I'm pretty sure I lasted the first whole day without issue, slept, woke up the next day, and only started feeling anything around noon. I still managed to hold it, and overall the feelings subsided fairly quickly. The same feelings would pop up every 2 hours like clockwork, but always stronger than the last. Eventually, I started avoiding sitting down altogether, just to speed things up a little bit, as I really didn't want to go to a day 3. For the next 2 hours, I stood in constant discomfort, the pressure building slowly as I went, until things climaxed and I knew I couldn't hold it anymore. I went into my bathroom, and over the next 30 minutes, waddled around legs doing the cross thingy, until eventually drops started coming out. The end was upon me. Drops kept coming until eventually, a proper stream started and there was no way I wanted to, or could stop it. And it just kept coming. I probably sat there for roughly 1.5 minutes with a full stream without exaggeration. When all was said and done, the diaper was sagging a third of the way down my thighs, and the tapes were struggling. No leaks though! At that point, I had also been holding in a poo for the same amount of time, and needed to go, but just not as badly, so I decided to let it go. Low and behold, it was actually quite the mess! I was rather proud of myself, but the diaper did not approve. One of the tapes kept falling off at the sheer wait of it by that point, and it was drooping almost to my knees! I was incredibly impressed that not only was it not leaking, but the diaper was still holding even after sagging as much as it was! In the end, I sat down, and smushed as much moisture around the diaper as I could, completely filling the front and back. And this was just after a singular wetting! Once I sat down, even with all the smushing, some moisture did end up escaping out the sides, so I laid down, got one more relief in, and took it off and disposed of it. I'd not only call the experiment a complete success, but also give that diaper a 10/10 rating for taking such a beating, and only when pushed to its limits twice, finally let go.
Diaper Four
Diaper four is currently the diaper I am sitting in as I write this. The experiment with this diaper was to pretend I wore 24/7, and just use it for anything and everything until it leaked. However, with all three previous diapers, whenever I needed to use the diaper, I would always go into my bathroom as that's where I felt most comfortable. This time was going to be different, as I was going to wear it however I wanted, and whenever I needed to go right then and there. I ended up having a fairly good wetting while I was outside watching my doggo, and later had a second one while at my desk. However, as I've already mentioned, that day I would have to bike up to the other side of town, and pick up some medicine for my doggo at the vet clinic. At first I was going to leave the diaper, go get the stuff, and return as quickly as possible, but given I was trying to wear "24/7", I kept it on. It was quite nerve racking as this was my first time truly diapered in public. The supers have a REALLY high waistline, so I was always worried about a gust of wind blowing up the back of my shirt, but the shirt I was wearing was actually quite long and so I never actually needed to worry about that sort of thing. I ended up getting to the clinic, picking up his medicine, and having a short pee in the parking lot before making my way towards the pharmacy to pick up another package. I buy the package, and they actually have 4 available now instead of the previous 2. I buy a package, stuff it in my backpack, and make my way home. After I get home and am all settled in, I notice that the bike, combined with the constant movement, have left a lot of the padding clumped up and a bit spot missing from where I was sitting. I now sit in a 3 times wet diaper, and contemplating whether to change now, mess/wet and then change, or poke some poles in the bottom, and double diaper. This decision will determine what happens with Diaper 5, but the future is still to come.
Finale
And with that, is all of my diaper experience, from the start of my life, to modern day. In summary, I'd say my fetish arose around 13/14, and was derived from an event I had with another girl when I was rather young. Throughout my teens, I made some pretty smart decisions and some pretty dumb decisions, but haven't we all? Goodnights were good while I had them, but I've currently moved on to other pastures, so to speak, and am loving every second of it. The ability to use more that once and not have to worry about leaks is completely exhilarating and freeing. Sure, they could be better, but for my preference of a heavy duty, tabbed, medical style brief the Tena supers have been, well, super!
Anyways, that's my story! Now tell me yours!
