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Awesome start! I'm definitely looking forward to reading more. Thanks for sharing. -
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These are my favorite kinds of stories. Excellent job so far, well done. I always fall in the same trap, though. As much as the humiliation of the main character is what makes these stories for us, I always end up wanting to give him a hug and tell him it's gonna be okay. Lol. Especially when there's a Mom who's either not nice or too overbearing.
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By PottyPotamus · Posted
I am far from incontinent, but I do like being able to work on a task without having to stop to go potty. I have become conditioned, when diapered, to let go when I feel any need at all, so I wet a little several times. And when I'm doing things I sometimes, toddler-like, get rushed and make mistakes when I need to go potty. -
By Little Sherri · Posted
Ver cute, @LilSoph. It would be difficult for me to say for sure, because I wore diapers to bed as a kid for quite a while after I was potty trained during the day. There are a couple of moments I recall, though, that I would say were indicative of an unusual fascination with diapers. First of all, after I outgrew needing them during the day, I mostly wore them to bed. However, there were situations where we were, say, driving somewhere at night - coming home from a relative's place, or travelling, where I would likely end up sleeping in the car, that I wore one. I remember us going to meet my aunt, uncle and cousin at church for midnight mass on Christmas Eve (the kid-friendly midnight mass, so not at midnight, more like 9 PM), and I was wearing both "church clothes" (dress pants and a shirt), and a diaper, and I had never worn formal clothing over a diaper before, nor was it common for me to be in a crowded room with hundreds of people, and lots of kids, and to be wearing a diaper. So, I was terrified and anxious about the situation, but also realized that I was strangely thrilled about it - while I was embarrassed and had butterflies in my stomach, I also liked how it felt, being diapered somewhere other than at home. Part of me wanted to disappear from the situation, and another part of me, wished that it would happen again. On another occasion, after I outgrew diapers, I was at a friend's place, who lived with his grandma, and in their bathroom, they had a box of Pampers in the vanity. I discovered this after seeing a wrapped-up diaper in the garbage while I was going pee, and being curious, I did further exploration, and found the box under the sink. I initially thought that it was my friend who must be wearing them, and I was fascinated, because I'd only really known one other person who wore diapers as an older kid, and she'd moved away a couple of years before. I did two things - one was, to immediately steal a diaper, and jam it into the pocket of my winter jacket. Second, I asked my buddy why there were diapers in the bathroom - I was hoping he'd say it was because he wore them to bed or something. But he said that his grandma sometimes peed her pants when she coughed or laughed or sneezed, so she was using them like pads, essentially - she was a large woman, so could not possibly have "worn" them, in the conventional sense. I got home later and went immediately to the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled the diaper out and tried to put it on. It was too small to close, so I went and got Scotch tape from box where we had Christmas wrapping stuff, and I put the diaper on, as that's what my mom had helped me to do, back when I was still wearing them to bed, once I couldn't fit in them anymore. Much as you did, I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was riveted, although I couldn't explain why. I never wet it, because I wanted to save it for another occasion, and I think I might have had it on a couple of times, but then we were going to be changing around the room I shared with my brother, and I was terrified of it being found - I had it under the bottom drawer of my dresser - so I took it to a garbage can in a park, and threw it away. Probably a couple of years later - I was around 11 - I remember riding my bike up to a drug store in the local strip mall, and buying a blister pack of diaper pins, which I had spotted while in there with my mom on a previous occasion. I was shaking like a leaf as walked into the baby section, pulled them off the peg, and ponied up the $2.99 or whatever it cost - I was sure the cashier knew what I as up to. I rode home, hid them like they were narcotics, and at then at some point later, I took a white pillow case from the linen closet, and I fashioned it into a homemade cloth diaper that I wore only in bed, at night, in a room I shared with my brother - I'd wait until he was asleep, and then put it on and not do anything, really, except enjoy the sensation of wearing it, until I heard my sister or parents in the hall or whatever, and panicked and took it off and jammed it back under the drawer. A couple of years after that, my stepdad found my stash of homemade diapers, and yelled at me in front of my family, and then I didn't do anything like that again for 20 years. Sorry for the long post - your question took me down memory lane!
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