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It all began at when I was about 3
years old still in cloth diapers and plastic- rubber
pants. I was often changed by my
older sister or my twin. We often
took turns changing each other. As we
grow older and became potty trained the need for wearing
the diapers was only at night, for about a year I was
night time bed wetter. By the age of
5 I now longer needed to wear diapers, my parents had
another child, a little sister. As I
watched her getting babied, diaper changed I often
wished it was me! By the age of six I
was taking her cloth diapers and plastic pants and
wearing them at night with out any one knowing, this
went for about a year and half. Once
she became potty trained the need for diapers and
plastics in the house was no longer needed.
At the age of 14 the desire to be
babied or diapered was coming back, I often would find
my self looking thru JC penny and Sears catalogs looking
at the baby items, wanting them. At
this time I had started a paper route, I was earning my
own money. One day after I had saved
enough money I went to the local Ben Franklin store and
bought my first pair of Plastic Pants, Super X large,
diaper pins and baby powder. The lady
at the counter was one of my customers on the paper
route, she said hello and did not mention the items I
purchased, I was so nervous. I ran
home as fast as I could to hide them until later that
night. During the night I had gotten
up and undressed and placed a terry cloth towel on the
bed, I laid on it, powdered my self and pinned the
diaper on tight. I then reached for
the plastic pants and slowly pulled them on up to my
knees, at that point I then lifted my self up to pull
the plastic pants on the remaining way, all the while
the sound of the plastic rubbing against my skin was
heavenly, I got up and stood in front of mirror ad
mirroring how much I looked like a big baby.
This continued for 3 years on an off.
The most exciting or nervous times came when I
was purchasing my plastic pants, the lady who was a
friend of my older sister asked some what jokingly if
the plastic pants were mine! She said I am sure they
will fit you perfectly, she laughed, I quickly said no
they were for my little cousin. She
said that they would look cute on me, too bad weren’t
yours they look so cute, this got me going.
During High school the desire
became stronger; I had gotten a better job and car.
I continued to purchase the plastic pants when
the current pair would wear out. I
got smarter when buying my baby products.
I would go to the near by towns where no one knew
me. I would hide the items in my car.
I would often wear the plastic pants with a cloth
diaper under my coveralls no one knew not even my
brothers or sisters nor my parents knew,
I would watch tv with everyone enjoying the fact
that no knew I was diapered. One day I was up stairs in
my bed room putting together a school project and my
girl friend came into my room, I was wearing a pair of
shorts over my diapers, but I know she could tell some
thing wasn’t right. I would not stand
up, if I did she would clear see the bugle in my shorts,
and I knew the plastic pants wear showing in the back.
I did not dare move to often, because you could
hear the plastic pants. it wasn’t until she left I
realized I had a hole in my crotch see could see the
plastic pants! She never mentioned
it. One time during High school
I was running late, that night I worn my diapers to bed,
because I was running late I hide the plastic pants in
the bottom of my dresser. When I
returned home from school my mom asked me to go to the
basement and get some items out of the freezer.
As I passed by the washing machine I found my
plastic pants hanging on the line above the washer.
My heart stopped, I panicked, I grabbed them and
hide them for later that day. When I
return upstairs my Mom asked I had gotten what she
needed, she never mentioned the plastic pants.
At 18 when I went off to college
the desire was even stronger, knowing I would be all on
my own at school was great. I
continued to hide my desires of being diapered, I would
wear them as often as I could either in my room or when
I traveled back home. During college
I was the only child at home and had the upstairs all to
my self, my parents often would travel to their cabin in
the woods, so I was home alone. I
would get undressed and get diapered, and walk around
the house with just my diapers on. I
had found the old high chair, I modified it so I could
sit in it and eat my baby food and drink from my bottle.
I would due this just about every week my parents
were gone. If they were there or not
I would wear the diapers to bed. it was a rush.
On a few occasions I would go to the cabin alone,
and again I would be diapered heavily, I would walk
around the cabin and a few times out in the woods with
just a short t shirt and my diapers on, clearly you
could tell I was diapered. I think a few times I was
During College I found some one, I
never told her about my diaper desires; we dated for
about a year before we decided to get married.
She was or is 4 years older than I am, not that
mattered. She wants to have children
early, so we did. Once the diapers
were introduced back in the house for a reason, I began
to want them even more. I found my
self buying diapers and plastic pants again, but at this
point I had found a medical supply company that sold
youth size disposable – made by pampers, they smelled
the same as baby pampers. I had them
hidden in the basement so I thought, my wife found them
and asked whos were they I told her they were mine she
did not believe me. I took one of the
youth size pampers out and showed her that they fit me,
she refused to believe me. I took the
package and burned them in the burning barrel.
She never mentioned them again.
At this time I work second shift, I would on my
lunch breaks go to the local Target store and buy Gerber
plastic pants, with a little stretching I could get them
to fit without tearing, I would wear them on my ride
Because of my job we moved out
town, with the new baby my wife would often visit her
family during the week, so of course with the free time
I would wear the plastic pants and diapers while I was
home. At this time I began wearing my
diapers out side in public under my jeans, no one ever
noticed. As time passed I needed a
larger pair of plastic pants, so I began looking in the
phone book for medical supply, my efforts paid off,
because we lived so close to Hospital I found a store
that carried incontinent products for adults, size
pampers but adults size plastic pants and cloth diapers.
I was so excited, at one point the lady behind
the counter during one of my visits asked if I need any
help trying the items on, and she would show me or
assist me in putting them on. As bad
as I wanted too I declined. I was so
excited with the possibility of being diapered by some
one just about killed me. This went
for a period of about 3 years.
During one of my routine trips I
found a medical supply company that was in a very small
town, they sold all kinds of adult disposable diapers, I
was in the lobby and one of the ladies had asked me for
help. I told that I was looking for
plastic pant and insert to wear instead of the noisy
disposables. She took me to the back
of the store and showed me so plastic pants and cloth
diapers. I told I was new to all of
this, she said not worry, she handed me a small pair and
medium pair of plastic pants and the small with the
cloth diapers. She instructed me to
go and try the items and come out and show her how they
fit. The dressing room and inner
dressing room so I wasn’t to worried.
I went in tried the small cloth diaper on with the small
plastic pants step and show the lady there I was with a
dress shirt on with a cloth diaper and plastic pant, she
asked me to turn around and bend over she want to see if
the plastic pants were going to ride up over the cloth
diaper. She then asked me to turn
toward her again, she place a figure on my thigh and
stuck it under the leg opening in the plastic pants to
see if they were to tight. They were,
she then asked me to step out of the plastic pants,
which she pull down to my ankles and I stepped out of
them. she then grabbed the medium
plastic pants and instructed me to step into, she then
pulled the plastic pants all the way up to my waist, she
then again asked me to turn around and bend off to see
if the medium plastic would ride up and over the cloth
diaper, they didn’t. She asked how
the cloth diapers felt I said they were a little tight,
she said to stay there, she stepped out and was gone for
a few minutes I could her here talking to someone about
a different type of cloth diaper they had,
a few minutes later she knocked on the door and
came in with a medium size cloth diaper with Velcro
closures. She asked me to try them
on, so I went in and came back out with just the cloth
diaper on, she asked how that felt I said better, she
then came over and adjusted the diaper a little tight on
the hips, she see the difference this will help with the
diaper not sagging or moving around she then grabbed the
medium plastic pants and then asked me step into the
legs she then pulled them up to my waist and then patted
my butt and said these look and fit better.
She handed me my pants and said where them out.
When I went to pay for the items at front desk
she handed me an extra cloth diaper and said it was
free. She had asked how the cloth
diaper and plastic pants felt I said great, she smiled
and said to come back any time.
Over the course of the next couple
of years I continued to wear diapers on business trips
or when my wife and child were out of town.
It was not until my son went off to college my
wife begun to want to have another child, I thought keep
her company or the motherly nurturing concept.
Over the course of time while having sex with my
wife I would suck on her breast, which got her going,
and all the time I would be thinking she was
breastfeeding me. She would hold my
head to her breasts and have me switch from one to the
other. This just promoted my desires
of being babied – wearing diapers all the more.
On occasion I would wet the bed to see if she
would suggest me wearing some sort of protective
garment. She would just say that I was getting older
needed to be more careful when I drank close to bed
This continued for a couple of
months, since I traveled often I told her that wetting
problems began to get worst, and that it was
embarrassing at the motels, So I purchased so adult size
attends and worn them while I was away from home.
All the while I was or had purchased Adult size
plastic pants and cloth diapers, adult pacifier ,baby
bottles, baby powder and night shirts that would show my
diapered butt. I was an adult baby
while traveling, I wore the diapers all the time, during
work I would wear the plastic pants with a daytime cloth
diaper and night I would wear a night time cloth diaper
with plastic pants medium size. I even wear them while
flying on a plane, the cloth diapers I use while flying
have Velcro on them.
While lying in bed at night I would
suck on my baby bottle thinking of being breast feed by
my wife. At one point I bought an
adult high chair and left in the plant in a hidden area,
I would take it to the motel and put it up and I would
video tape me wearing my diapers and eating in my high
chair. On occasion I would request
the motel to bring the baby bed to my room, they never
asked why. Again I would video tape
me in it and sleeping in it. During
my extended stays from home I would go out in public to
the mall or departments like wal mart and walk around
with my diaper exposed just above my pants, I knew
people saw my plastic pants. At one
time I was reaching for an item on the upper shelf and
older women stopped me and told me that my plastic pants
were showing. I told thank you.
While traveling to work outside of
town for a week, I had decided to get message, I was not
sure if I should wear my cloth diaper and plastic pants
or should I not wear any thing at all.
I decided I would wear the diaper and plastic
pants. I wasn’t sure if I should mention it to the lady
or not. She took me to the room and
stated get comfortable, get on the table, face down.
I proceed to get undressed still wondering what
to do, I kept the diapers on. She
walked in on me as I was just covering up, She noticed
the plastic pants and cloth diaper, she asked what had
happened and if there were areas she needed to careful
of during the message. I told her I
had an operation that caused me to temporally be in
content. As she proceeds to message
my back she asked if she could tuck the sheet under my
plastic pants waist band I said no problem.
She asked where I purchased items that large, I
told from a medical supply shop. The
message was for an hour long session, I must have fallen
a sleep. I was awaken by her asking
me if I needed any help changing! I
was not sure what she meant by that until I realized I
had wet my diaper. I told I had
brought an additional cloth diaper in my bag.
She waited until she completed the message on my
arms and legs. Once she was done she
removed the sheet, exposing me totally.
I was laying there in just my wet cloth diaper
and blue plastic pants. She went to
my bag and got the dry diaper, baby powder and oil.
She pulled the plastic pants off to my ankles,
she then unfastened the Velcro on my cloth diapers,
commenting that she wished she had these for kids when
they were in diapers. She pulled the
wet diaper out from underneath me. Rolled it up and
placed it in a bag. She then lifts my
bottom up far enough to side the clean diaper under me.
Smiling, she powdered me and oiled me.
She then pulled the cloth diaper up between my
legs tight. She laughed a little because baby powder
poofed in the air, she said she hadn’t done this in some
time. She again commented on the
Velcro closure, and pulled each side tight.
She asked if I had a pair of dry plastic pants. I
told her I didn’t with me. She took
them off the remaining way and proceeds to dry them with
a towel. While laying there in just
the cloth diaper, I could not have imagined this would
ever happen to me. She shook the plastic pants out,
snapping them. She place both feet thru
the plastic pants and pulled them up to crotch; she
asked to lift my self with my feet so she could pull
them the remaining way up. What a
rush. All I could think of was I was
just diapered by someone I didn’t know.
She help me set up and then off the table.
I was standing in front of her just in my cloth
diaper and plastic pants. She asked if I had any special
clothing to wear or just my street cloths, I pointed to
the onesie that was under my cloths, she asked if I need
help, before I could answer she had retrieved it and
began to ask me to raise my hands up so she could pull
it down over my head and help put my arms in the sleeves
just as if I was a little baby. I
smiled and she instructed me to get back up on the table
and to lay down on my back, I did.
She pulled the back of the onesie up under my now
diapered body and snapped the four snaps in my crotch
area closed. She helped me up and then off the table.
She stated how nicely the onesie concealed my
cloth diaper and plastic pants. She
smiled and asked when I might be back for another
message. She told not worry about my
special needs. She wouldn’t mind help
me out again if needed. She left the
room, I finished getting dressed, I went out to pay her.
While standing there the next person came in and
was waiting for me to finish paying, she walked around
the desk and looked at me stating that she couldn’t even
tell I was diapered and in plastic pants.
I could have died the older women just glanced at
me and smiled.
I had wet the bed one to many times
and my wife said ok wear the attends to bed, so the
first night every chance I could I drank a lot of water,
the first night I wet the diaper so much by morning she
woke me up and said that I leaked, that we need to do
something about it in the morning. In
the morning I found her on line looking up adult diaper
products, she found the sites that I was buying items
from, so she told to me purchase a few small and medium
plastic pants and day and night time cloth diapers.
I agreed what surprised she was also told me to
buy an onesie to help keep things together.
The items showed up while I was traveling, once I
return she asked to the bed room, she told me to take
off my cloths and she was going to try the items on me
that we purchased. I did it was great
being diapered by some I loved it meant so much, she
laid out the night time diaper and asked me lay down on
it, so I did. She began to powder me
every where, the smell of baby powder was great she said
that she did not want her baby to get a diaper rash, I
could not believe what she just said to me, she pinned
the diaper tight, the cloth felt so good, I was in
heaven, she then grabbed the plastic pants slide them on
my legs she grabbed my ankles and pulled the pants on
the remaining way. Before I could get
up she placed a baby bottle in my mouth.
I asked her what this was for she had talked with
the people where I bought the items from and they
explain that I had been buying items for some time.
So she purchased the big baby nipple and pacifier
Since the first time she diapered
me 5 years ago, Whenever I return home it is the same
routine I am diapered and wearing plastic pants.
With a night shirt, showing my exposed plastic
pants. She often has a baby bottle with formula and baby
food ready for me to be feed by her in my high chair in
the kitchen. On the week ends I not
allowed to be out of my diapers, she diapers me all the
time, She often tells me since I am a baby I need act
like one, she enjoys having me as her baby, this gives
her feeling of caring for a baby again.
Over the last couple of months we have converted
the spare bed room into my nursery, totally stocked with
a adult size baby crib, changing table and a mobile for
the bed. In my changing table I have
about 25 pairs of plastic pants from high back pants to
printed plastic pants. Not sure on
how many cloth diapers. I even have a
pair of ruffled diaper cover ups.
A typical night would follow this,
I would be diapered either for night time or day time
depending on the time of the day and if we were going
out, If we weren’t she would diaper
me for bed. I would be feed in the
high chair a bottle and baby food.
Then placed on the floor with my toys, for about an hour
by Nine o Clock I would have a diaper check, if wet or
messy she would change me. Then
placed in the crib with a night bottle, she would return
down stairs and watch tv, before going to bed she checks
my diapers if needed she would change me.
On Saturday mornings She would get me up change
if needed other wise she tells me to go down stairs and
play until she gets up and dressed. I
normal wear my night shirt and my diapers/plastic pants
or just my diapers/plastic pants.
Once she comes down I placed in the high chair, she
really enjoys babying me, she often tells me we should
have done this along time ago. There
was one occasion a knock on the door while I am in the
High chair and the person can see me.
Occasionally I am placed in her bed with her
while she sleeps, to my surprise last week she stated
she had surprise for me, I totally for got about, that
Night while laying with her in bed, she lets me suck on
her breast, acting like she is breast feeding, While the
surprise hit me while sucking on her breast, she began
secrete breast milk, this turned her on and me as well.
So for the last couple of weeks I no longer drink
formula, but breast milk, she pumps during the day.
My wife has purchased adult baby
clothing for me, I now have a pair of short bibbed over
haul shorts with snaps in the crotch area, I have a sun
suit for the days I play outside in the yard, I have
baby blue romper with sail boats on it, I have an
all-white romper set for the times we go out, I have
white and blue checkered play suit with ruffles around
the arm and leg openings, she even bought me a one piece
adult sleeper (baby blue) she has purchased silk tops
from Meijer’s that are very babyish looking, she has
even purchased ruffled diaper cover ups with lace on the
a diaper bag for me
now it is great.
I am now diapered 24/7 since I no
longer travel as much. My Wife helps
me get ready for the day, after I am showed, I am
instructed to get on the changing table, where she has
all my diapering supplies for the day ready.
I am now completely shaved from the waist down
front and butt and legs, if I am needing a shaving she
does so, she then begins to lift my butt up, then she
slides a day time cloth diaper with an insert in it to
help reduce leakage, she always applies baby lotion so I
don’t get a rash, she pins the cloth diaper on with four
locking diaper pins. She then pulls
out the plastic pants from the table and begins to slide
them up once beyond my knees she as me to lift my butt
up off the table. Once completely up she inspects to
ensure that the plastic pants won’t leak.
She helps me set up on the table where she then
places a onesie on me helping as if I was a baby, I then
lay back down and she snaps it closed.
I then get off the changing table and then lead
to the kitchen and placed in the high chair to be feed,
she will place one of the 7 bibs I have on me tying from
behind the neck typically so I won’t get anything on my
outfit. I normally have scrambled eggs and bacon and two
baby bottles of orange juice or apple juice.
Once I am done eating and cleaned up still
sitting in my high chair with what’s left of the two
baby bottles, we discuss the plans for the day and what
we will do once I get home from work.
Once I am all cleaned up she removes me from the high
chair and I get my cloths that she has laid out for me
for the day at work. I am always
dressed in dark pants and a bulky shirt, that way no one
can tell if I have anything on under my pants.
I am giving a back pack (my diaper bag) with
spare cloth diaper and plastic pants along with baby
lotion and plastic baggie to put the wet diaper in.
Everyone thinks it is like my brief case.
When I return home I come in the house greeted by
the dog and then always have to go to my nursery room
and take all my street clothes off, just leaving me with
my onesie and cloth diapers and plastic pants on.
Pending on what we are going to do. I
am placed in the high chair for a snack before dinner
normally a cookie and baby bottle of milk.
Once I am done I am lead to the nursery again and
placed on the changing table for inspection or a
changing. If we are staying in or
around the house I am typically wearing just a cloth
diaper and plastic pants and a t shirt that is always
showing by diapered butt. If we are
outside I will wear a pair of over hauls with the
snapped crotch for easy changing and inspections.
Once we are done doing what every we are doing, I
am lead into the nursery again, laid on the changing
table for a diaper change and my pacifier is clip to my
shirt, if needed before dinner. While
she is making dinner I get to play with my toys or watch
TV while sucking on my pacifier. If
it is going to take a long time for dinner sometimes I
am placed in my play pin with a baby bottle of juice.
When dinner is ready I am placed once again in
the High chair, a baby bib tied around my neck, pending
on what we are having I typically am spoon feed by my
wife, give a baby bottle of milk to drink, if there is
desert I am feed that as well otherwise I get a bottle
of chocolate milk. Once I am done I
am cleaned up and allowed to lay on the coach or run
around the house for a while. At 8 pm
I have to take a bath upstairs where my wife has the
water ready with my baby shampoo and water toys.
Once I am or she is done washing me up, I am
wrapped in a large towel and lead down stairs to the
nursery room for my night time diapering.
I am laid on the changing table where there is my
night time very thick cloth diaper, plastic pants baby
powder, baby oil and night shirt. I
am laid on the very thick night time diaper, my wife
oils me up and powders as well, (I love the smell of the
baby powder for Johnson and Johnson).
She then pulls the cloth diaper up between my legs very
tight and then puts the plastic pants on me, some time I
get to put them on with her watching me, she then
inspect the diaper for possible leaks.
If it is going to be hot I am just left with a
night shirt, if cold I am put in my adult baby pjs. I am
removed from the changing table and given my pacifier,
then place in my adult baby bed (crib) my wife gives me
my last bottle for the night typically breast milk.
She then turns on my mobil I lay back and enjoy
the baby music (love it). There is
the occasion I am lead upstairs to bed with her to be
breastfeed for a couple of hours, then taken back down
to my crib – baby bed.
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