chwukkie

I remember seeing an article years ago in a National Geographic about Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. There were some pictures of older kids in diapers, some maybe 10 or so. One pic was of a boy being changed by his mom. The pictures in the Chicago Tribune aren't anything new.

I seem to have been interested as far back as I can remember. But I toom a "break" from around 6 until puberty, where I would put on some old towels inside my underpants and "pretend" that I was back into toddlerhood. At this point I would wind up ejaculating in the towels, which I have noticed is quite normal for boys in puberty who seem to have a diaper fetish.

I also have "proof" of my diapered state in the old 8MM movies of my third birthday party (even taken in color by an uncle). My "bottom" seemed a bit more padded than in regular undies, and in a few scenes, my cousin is playing around with me, lifting me up, and my shorts have ridden up, and the corners of the white plastic pants are clearly visible. I don't really remember much from this party, if anything at all, but as they say, pictures are certainly worth a thousand words. Apparantly, like with other kids, wet and poopy diapers didn't seem to bother me at this age, hence I was hard to train, and the peer pressure didn't seem to get to me either. I'm sure that all the attention and the rebellion also factored in my decision to be pottyless.

I think hiding behind a chair was commonplace. I used to go behind the living room drapes. I have vague memories of being like 3, still in diapers, and coming out from behind the drapes as my mom was entertaining her friends. Needless to say I became the center of attention. I scampered off and returned with a clean diaper and powder, with a load in my pants, and then laid down. Mom took me though to the bathroom for the change.

For sure Duck.....being able to monitor your thoughts, to sort of "rebel"....all kids between older than 3 or 4 do that all the time. We all have seen it, in various ways. Kids as young as maybe one can even consciously refuse a certain food, etc, but it's when language really develops that the rebellions get really convoluted. The funny thing about having accidents at 4 and older though, is the dual emotions of the rebellion and coming punishment. "You are too big a boy to be doing this" "I'm taking this toy away for now" "you made a big mess" the scolding finger in your face, sometimes combined with a swat on the bottom....then the inevitable, off with the undies and on with the training pants or diapers, then the plastic pants shook out and put on. Quite a feeling of regression, "you're acting like a baby so I'm going to treat you like one" but along with the disappointing glances from mom is a sort of satisfaction that you have gotten your own way. Weird but true. Even the teasing from your siblings and peers doesnt always dissuade the rebellion. As we age we rebel in other fashions, and oftentimes wind up as passive and conforming adults. But the memories of this childhood age and actions last a lifetime!

I very rarely wear these days, but when I do it's mentally as a 4 to 7 year. Old enough to speak well, think logically, but still capable of being a little boy who has accidents. A bridge between toddlerhood and mature childhood. In real life I was shuttled between underwear, training pants and diapers, according to the situation. We all remember playing and delaying the urge to stop for the bathroom, sometimes with adverse results. The peer pressure can be enormous in a 4 to 7 year old and an accident causes lots of teasing and disdain...especially a load in the pants. Kids can be quite cruel and very frank in their feelings. It's against the grain at 4 and older....but maybe thats what is exciting, challenging society's norms.

I've had a similar one! I'm sitting in a chair, tied hand and foot, with three lovely ladies in attendance. They are chatting away. After a big time lunch, I feel my bowels start to rumble, and tell them I need to use the bathroom. "Oh my aren't you a big boy"? Can't you hold it?" "Please! I need to use the bathroom!" "Not now, we're busy, wait a little bit longer" I sweat, fidget, squeeze my butt cheeks together in desperation but finally nature takes it's course and I lift up slightly as the ladies watch me wet and poop in my pants. "My my it seems to us that somebody has had an accident!" As the come over to untie me, I'm red from embarrassment. "Stand up and let us check! " They pull the back of my corduroy pants and see the load in my underwear. "PU you stink! And you're wet too! Bad bad boy! Come with us, we know how to handle boys that wet and mess in their pants!" Off I go, head bowed, wondering what's coming, until I wind up in the bathroom and see the diaper in one's hand along with the powder and wipes! All three have their hands on their hips smiling with anticipation....

nice! maybe you need to make your fantasy a reality!

The feelings and naughtyness of a loaded diaper are good but of course the cleanup sucks big time. A mashed banana can replicate it pretty well without the grossness. Guess if I pooped bananas as a kid mom wouldnt have been as annoyed LOL.

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6 ft 1 in tall dominatrix in black leather garter belt, black hose, 5 inch stiletto heels, black leather bikini top gives me the 'look" of disdain when I cry after wetting and messing in my diapers. I wind up in the corner, facing the wall while she chastises me for being so infantile. Ah, let all the fun begin!

Wow....talk about being cuckolded!

At close to four I was attending a birthday party for my cousin. I don't remember all of the details but I had an "accident" and eventually since it was a number two the moms "discovered" it was me. My aunt pulled down my pants in front of the other kids revealing plastic pants and trainers which were loaded. I remember crying, seeing the other kids (mostly older) giggling and pointing. PU, you really stink! Look at the big baby! My aunt took me, pants still around my ankles, into the bathroom, where she explained that since I made in my pants I wasn't as big a boy as she thought and then I saw the diaper, and cried some more. Auntie was stern though, told me not to fuss or I'd get a spanking, took off my pants, my plastic panties, my dirty trainers, then cleaned me up as my cousin (who was about 6) watched with glee, holding her nose and shaking her head. I remember getting a few slaps on my legs when I started crying and fidgeted again. Powder, zinc oxide, the diaper, fresh plastic pants (she babysat kids and thus had the supplies) then up with my outer pants, and back to the party where I was still the "butt" (pun intended) of jokes. Poopy pants, stinky, etc. was now my name. Eventually mom came and of course found out....somewhat disappointed since she had me out of diapers during the daytime by then. The memories are still strong and I wonder if that influenced my lifelong interest in diapers and plastic pants even though I felt humiliated at that time. Good fodder for a shrink, eh?