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  1. As mom got in the car she said, "be a good boy for your Aunt Sharon!" I was sad and had been crying at the thought of my mommy being away for a whole week. "We will have so much fun!", my aunt consoled. It was certainly not easy for a 5 year old boy to be in a strange place for a whole week. I continued to pout as mommy drove away. "Let's go in and get a snack," Sharon said as she carried my suitcase and put my mom's quilted, baby blue bag over her shoulder. I agreed and took her hand. I enjoyed the graham crackers and apple juice she gave me and I was getting more comfortable. After finishing, she turned on the TV and I sat in a beanbag chair and watched my favorite cartoons, bugs and daffy made me almost forget mommy had left. As I sat and watched I started needing to pee. I didn't know where the potty was and I didn't always make it on time even at home. Aunt Sharon asked me if I needed to potty right after my snack but I didn't need to go then. I kept watching TV. Roadrunner was on and he was my favorite. I waited to long and soon felt a warmness on my crotch and bottom. I kept watching TV. Aunt Sharon came to check on me. She soon noticed my pants were wet. "Uh oh, Dougie, looks like you tee-teed in your pants. Let's get you cleaned up." She led me by the hand around the corner into a bedroom. My suitcase and quilted bag were on the dresser. She went to a closet and took out a plastic mat. It crinkled as she spread it on the bed. She lifted me up and laid me on the mat on my back. She took a round plastic canister of wipes out of the bag along with a light blue pair of my cloth trainers. She pulled of my shorts and I looked down to see that the pair of thick white trainers I was wearing were soaked and not near as warm as before. "You are a wet little boy!" she said pleasantly as she pulled off my trainers. I flinched as she wiped my genitals and bottom with the cold wipe. She looked at me and smiled. "Sometimes we have accidents, it's ok!" "Tell Aunt Sharon when you need to tee-tee next time. She finished wiping me down then slipped on the blue trainers and a pair of green shorts from my suitcase. "Now, then, all clean!" she said as she helped me off the bed. She rolled up the mat with my wet clothes inside and led me off to the living room. She took the mat to the washroom. I watched TV and soon forgot about my accident. She came back in the room and asked me. "Do you need to go potty?" "We have some errands to run". I shook my head no. She said, "Let's go try". and she led me to the bathroom then sat me on the potty. I tried and I pooted a couple of times but I couldn't go. She left and went across the hall into the bedroom. She returned with a pair of plastic pants. "Let's put these on just in case", she said as she took off my shorts. She pulled the plastic pants over my training undies and pulled my shorts back up. "Tell me if you need to potty," she reminded me. We loaded into her station wagon and she strapped me in the back seat opposite of her. She gave me a few books to read while we drove. We first pulled through the bank and I was given a sucker. It was orange, not my favorite but I happily sucked on it anyway. We went in the grocery store and she asked me if I wanted to ride in the basket seat. I nodded Ok and she asked me again if I needed to potty. I said I didn't. We left the grocery and went into McDonalds. I had a hamburger and some fries. She said,"You can play on the playground awhile if you want". I happily agreed and she read a magazine she picked up in the market. I climbed to the top of the slide and slid down over and over again. I was the only one in the store but I didn't mind. I crawled through the tunnel and swung on the swing. I felt that the inside of my pants had gotten a little wet. I didn't tell auntie though because I wanted to keep playing. By then a mom with two kids had come to the playground. She had a small baby and a toddler. We played and had a good time. I crawled back in the tunnel. It was nice and dark and I stood on my knees very quietly. My tummy growled and I pooted again. I stayed motionless. I pooted again and pushed. I could feel poopy filling up the seat of my pants. I pushed again and more poots produced more poo on top of the warm sticky ball already in the seat of my pants. I stood up and waddled to the side of the tunnel, still out of sight of my auntie and the mother. The mother called to her toddler, "Shawn, come see mommy". I peeked around the side of the tunnel as she asked, "do you have poo poo?" and checked his diaper. "I sure thought I smelled poo" and she checked the baby. "Hmmm you're clean, too". Aunt Sharon looked up from her magazine. "Dougie, come here please". She shook her head as I waddled towards her. She said to the mother "I think this is our culprit". I looked down and stuck my fingers in my mouth, something I did when I was nervous or shy about something. She stood up as I approached and leaned over my shoulder and pulled back the waistband of my shorts and pants. "Yep, he has dirty britches" She confirmed. The mom looked a little shocked that a boy my age would still be pooping in his pants. "Time to go now" she said as she grabbed her purse and led me toward the door. We approached the station wagon and she opened the back tailgate. She move a few things out of the way as I stood next to the back fender with the open gate shielding us. She grabbed my bag from the back seat. she opened the wipes and put them on the ground and placed the bag in the back area. She took my shorts off with out removing my shoes. I stood there in only a tee shirt, plastic pants and trainers she pulled some wipes from the canister. She carefully pulled down the plastic layer. "You're wet too" she said to herself. "I thought we were going to tell auntie when we needed to potty!", she scolded. "And I just asked you a few minutes ago" I looked down and continued to suck my fingers. My pants were at my ankles and I could see that poop filled the entire bottom of my pants. She reached over me and wiped my bottom, dropping the dirty wipe into the seat of the dirty underwear. She wiped two more times and then pulled the dirty pants off, removing the unders from the shorts. Bare-bottomed, she led me around the tailgate into open view and lifted me into the back of the station wagon. She took another pair of underwear from the bag and pulled my green shorts back on. "We need to make another stop",she said sternly. "You are out of plastic pants, Do you think you can keep from wetting your pants for a few minutes?" I didn't say anything as we rode. I kept sucking my fingers. "you shouldn't put your fingers in your mouth!" auntie warned. "I shouldn't be surprised though", she said under her breath. We stopped at an Eckerd drug store and we went in. We found our way to the baby aisle. "here's what we need" She said as she found the largest size Pampers. She continued shopping, selecting some Desitin ointment and a bottle of baby powder. We carried them to the counter and headed home. As soon as we arrived home she took me inside, without even unloading her shopping bounty. She again took me into the bedroom. "Little boys that wet and mess their britches need diapers", she said as she again took off my pants and underwear. She also pulled off my tee shirt as I laid on the bed naked. She lifted my legs and slipped the diaper under me. She pulled up the front and taped it on. "Now we won't need to worry" she said matter of factly. "Naptime" she said as she laid me on the bed. I fell asleep right away and woke up to a soaked diaper. I walked into the kitchen where Aunt Sharon was making dinner. "That is one wet diaper!" she said as she looked at me. She didn't bother taking me to the bedroom. I saw that the Pampers were now in the corner of the living room. She changed me quickly right in the floor. A week went by and I didn't use the potty once. When mommy returned, Aunt Sharon told her that she had put me in diapers. "I have been thinking about doing it anyway", she told Sharon. Dougie obviously isn't ready to be a big boy!
  2. This is one of the things that I came to enjoy so much growing up and wish could happen again. I pooped my pants until almost 10 years old so I can keenly remember the changes by my mother and grandma. I enjoyed it most at grandmas and that's probably why I kept doing it so often. She always changed me in the playroom on a plastic mat. All my things were in there. She used Wet Ones wipes and I remember her pulling several out of the canister while I was lying on my back waiting to be changed. She would always call me sugar lol. "those are some messy britches sugar" She would hold my legs in the air and wipe me thoroughly then use a warm washcloth to finish it off When I was wet, which I did every day usually more than once and every night, she would wipe the front down and always wipe my bottom too. Even after I started pooping on the toilet, I would wake up to a wet diaper and many times poop in it on purpose. I would say meme I doo-dooed in my pants and she would say ooooh honey and take me to changes. I loved her
  3. Diapers, Pull-Ups and Goodnites bed mats are stored on a shelf in my closet. Boudreauxs butt paste and baby wipes are stored in the bathroom, My big boy underwear are stored in a chest of drawers.
  4. I wet and pooped in my pants through second grade. I wore diapers in kindergarten but was switched to cloth trainers in first grade. I mostly had poopy pants at home but if it happened at school, there was an aide who changed me. I remember being taken to the toddler room where there was a cubby and a tote box with all my changing supplies. I was told to lie down on a mat. I remember the walls having zoo animals on them.
  5. I see myself as a 4-6 year old who has potty accidents. Growing up I remember potty training very late and after that having accidents. My mom was very patient and loving and so was my grandma. I wet the bed into my teens and started having on purpose accidents at age 11 or so.
  6. I like to poop in my underwear. It gives me that naughty boy feeling. I did it a long time before I got back in to diapers. I pooped in my pants often growing up until I was 9 or 10 years old. I would be playing outside or in my room and poop in them and then usually wait for mom or grandma or sitter to notice. Sometimes I would tell them after. I loved the anticipation of them taking my underwear down and getting to see the mess i made lol. I started again with bedwetting at 13 and soon was pooping mypants again but hid it at that time which i still do
  7. diaperpoop,pee,rp

    i will be the mommy! sorry didnt see there was a mommy already
  8. I was a bedwetter until my early teens. Beginning in my late teens, drinking certainly triggered bedwetting and it continues now. I will most certainly be wet anytime I consume alcohol. Coffee and tea or any caffiene will tend to produce the same result
  9. I stayed little longer than most. My younger brother was born when i was 4 and i guess I wanted to be babied too. I remember getting diapered and being changed. I wasn't potty trained until I was 5 and even after that I had a lot of accidents. Mom constantly reminded me to go to the bathroom and I wet the bed until almost 14. As a 7 year old, I started wanting to be a baby again. I talked like a baby, wanted mom to help with my bath and dressing and even intentially did bad on school work to get attention. Now as an adult baby I look back and think thats how i have always been. Just one time I'd like to be changed and rocked and even nursed. I dont see anything changing as I get older!
  10. I agree! As a boy I would usually have my morning poop in my night diaper when i woke up then sit in it a while until mom noticed or I told her. That happened until i was 9 or 10. Then at about 14 I got curious and intentionally pooped in my pants. It was forced at first but the longer i did it the more natural it became. Now like you its just natural. I wear a diaper overnight and use it for pooping often. I still go in my underwear sometimes too though
  11. This is how I feel as well
  12. Ive just been wearing diapers again for about 4 years. Before that I always wet my underwear and pants. As a boy, countless nights i woke up with soaking wet underwear in a wet bed. I stopped wetting the bed at about 11 but started again at about 13. My mattress was heavily stained before my mom finally put a cover on it. Now i wear a diaper to bed but enjoy the feeling of a wet bed and pants very much!
  13. I don't remember being changed as an infant or toddler but have vague memories of being in preschool and having accidents and getting changed. I was a bedwetter until age 11 though and I do remember being woken up in the middle of the night and mom slipping off my wet clothes and slipping in to dry ones. A vivid memory stays with me about a car trip with my cousin who was probably 3 which would have made me 5. I remember watching mom change his diaper and maybe being jealous or at least wanting the same attention. A little while later during a stop for food I remember sitting in a booth on my knees and filling my pants and telling mom "I doo dooed in my pants" lol thats what we called it. She went to the car and got a new pair of underwear out of my suitcase and took my cousins diaper bag in to the restroom and cleaned me up. As I got older, I kept having "accidents" usually whlie playing outside or watching TV. Since I was a bedwetter, it was routine for my mom to check for a wet bed and wet pants as soon as i woke up. Even as i approached 10 I would wake up to the feel and smell of a wet bed and lie there and mess my pants then get up and come waddling out of my room to tell my mom or grandma that i had "doo doo". It was embarassing and exciting at the same time...I remember being told to go in the bathroom and mom having me stand next to the toilet as she lowered my pants. I remember looking down and seeing the mess i made...All such fond memories.
  14. When i was 7 or 8 I had a really cute girl that babysat me. I fell asleep on the sofa one night and wet. She woke me up and said "Let's go put on some dry clothes" The next time she sat for me I was watching TV before bed and stood next to the sofa and pooped my pants. When she smelled it she asked if i needed to go potty. I shook my head no and looked down. She checked my pants and said "Its ok, lets go get cleaned up" I will always remember that
  15. I usually get on my knees in my closet and i have a mirror on the door so i can watch it fill up too. I like having it ball up in there and as i walk around in it it spreads through my diaper