boyinpampers731

I was in college a little over a decade ago. I got my ex into diapers, and she loved them. We'd put each other into a diaper every night. My usual wake-up time was about two minutes before class, so, most mornings i'd wake-up, put some track pants on over my night diaper, and head to class. Our night diapers were always the old Attends with a Pampers baby diaper stuffer that I would hot-glue into the Attends. I would have an 8-10 o'clock class, then a break until afternoon. By ten o'clock, my diaper was soaked and i would go home for a break and take the diaper off. Man, those Pampers would really swell up, the walk home from class was usually a waddle. Great memories. There was nothing better than getting a little blasted at a party, coming back home with the girlfriend, and having her diaper you, and then you diapering her. One night, we were having a party at our house, and she pulled me upstairs right in the middle of the night. She laid me on the bed, did some "stuff" to me, then diapered me and made me go back down to the party. I've never had my butt patted so much by her than that night. Sometimes, I'd see her on campus between classes or at the union, and she'd come up to me, pull the back of my pants back so she could see if I was diapered. If I wasn't, she playfully scolded me. I created a monster. Those were the days. For some reason, I never was scared to wear one out in public under my pants. I'm still not, but, I rarely ever do anymore. But, baggy clothes, a good pair of "swishy" track pants, and maybe a pair of plastic pants every now and then, I knew no one would notice.