A true diaper story.....that I made up
Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 10:18 pm
OK, I don't normally write stories. But this was actually kinda refreshing to do as it allowed me open up a little.
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So there I was, naked laying on my bed, with only a slight cloud of baby powder in the air hiding my situation. I was about to pull the diaper up between my legs when I caught glimpse of someone standing in the doorway. There she was, standing with her arms crossed with a "would you look at that" smirk on her face. It was Amy, my girlfriend, who also lives in the same set of townhomes as me.
"Amy! What are you doing here?" I shouted as I had been caught off guard.
"I saw your front door open, so I stopped by to see what was going on. I must say that I was not expecting this!" she responded.
"It isn't what you think."
"Oh really? It sure looks like you are putting a diaper on."
"Ok, it is that."
"I am going to go wait in the living room, let you finish getting 'changed'."
I was caught. The secret I had hidden from everyone that I knew was now exposed. The look on her face was similar to that of my sister's when I was younger, the first time I had been caught. We were at my grandparents house. I was 8 at the time and had taken one of my cousin's diapers. I had always been small for my age and for one reason
or another had always been drawn towards diapers. I opened the drawer and could see the stacks of diapers. The plastic felt so good as I glided my hand across the stacks. I pulled one out and hid it in my pants and took it back to the guest bedroom. I got undressed and opened the diaper and layed it down. I layed on it and pulled it up between my legs, surprisingly it fit. I taped up the sides as best as I could (never changing a diaper myself, it was pretty good). I layed there and the feelings of being a baby rushed through my head, it was so comforting. I felt so secure. I then got nervous about getting caught and as I was taking the diaper off, my sister walked in. I stood there, naked holding the diaper in my hand, no idea of how to explain what I was doing. I was now back to
this similar situation.
I taped the diaper on and put on a pair of shorts. She already knew my secret, no need to hide them now. I then went out to the living room where Amy was sitting on the couch. "So, Amy, I am really embarrassed about what just happened."
"Well, I must admit that this was quite a surprise! I mean unless something has changed recently in your life, I don't understand why you need diapers"
"You must think I am crazy, I totally understand if you are freaked out by this and want nothing to do with me anymore."
"That's not what I want. I care about you so much. But diapers?".
She was right, why diapers? I had pondered this many times and could never come to a conclusion. I remembered being 16 and going to the grocery store to buy myself diapers. I would buy baby diapers as I figured it would be easier to explain if questioned by someone in the store. Of course, I would have to improvise to get the diapers to fit, but the sensation and excitement was still the same. I then thought about college, how living alone made it so easy and relaxing to wear them. Even the sexual stimulation that they provided as I felt myself through the outer plastic. Then once the excitement was gone, I would feel ashamed thinking that this was not normal. I felt like a freak, how could someone be so infatuated with diapers?
All I could muster up in response to her was "Amy, I don't know why I like them. But I do. At times they make me relaxed, at times they make me excited, and at times they even make me horny. There is something about the feeling of wearing one, I just can't describe it."
"I think it is great that you found something that allows you to feel all those different feelings, it just seems a little strange. Do you just wear them or do you actually use them too?"
"It all depends. Generally I just wear them, but there are times that I like to wet them too. I am not much for the cleanup of anything else, so that is as far as I go."
"I'm sorry, but when I see or think about diapers I think of babies. Do you think of yourself as a baby?"
"Not really. It is really only the diapers, nothing else." I went along talking to her about the AB/DL fetish and how I fit into the picture. She seemed to understand the more we continued to talk. I talked to her about the various groups, websites, and even a particular phone site
She was pretty amazed of all that is out there for people like me and even those that care for people like me.
We talked for a little longer about how all this relates to me. I explained that I normally only wear them at home in the evenings and when I sleep, but there are the rare occasions when I like to wear them to work or out in public somewhere. I even told her about my fantasies of being put into diapers by someone I strongly care for. It was great to share all this with her, to include her in something as private as this. And the more we talked, the more she began to accept this part of my life.
From when she saw me putting the diaper on to now, she went from completely confused to now having a spark of curiosity. I then got the nerve up to ask her "Care to try one and see for yourself?"
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So there I was, naked laying on my bed, with only a slight cloud of baby powder in the air hiding my situation. I was about to pull the diaper up between my legs when I caught glimpse of someone standing in the doorway. There she was, standing with her arms crossed with a "would you look at that" smirk on her face. It was Amy, my girlfriend, who also lives in the same set of townhomes as me.
"Amy! What are you doing here?" I shouted as I had been caught off guard.
"I saw your front door open, so I stopped by to see what was going on. I must say that I was not expecting this!" she responded.
"It isn't what you think."
"Oh really? It sure looks like you are putting a diaper on."
"Ok, it is that."
"I am going to go wait in the living room, let you finish getting 'changed'."
I was caught. The secret I had hidden from everyone that I knew was now exposed. The look on her face was similar to that of my sister's when I was younger, the first time I had been caught. We were at my grandparents house. I was 8 at the time and had taken one of my cousin's diapers. I had always been small for my age and for one reason
or another had always been drawn towards diapers. I opened the drawer and could see the stacks of diapers. The plastic felt so good as I glided my hand across the stacks. I pulled one out and hid it in my pants and took it back to the guest bedroom. I got undressed and opened the diaper and layed it down. I layed on it and pulled it up between my legs, surprisingly it fit. I taped up the sides as best as I could (never changing a diaper myself, it was pretty good). I layed there and the feelings of being a baby rushed through my head, it was so comforting. I felt so secure. I then got nervous about getting caught and as I was taking the diaper off, my sister walked in. I stood there, naked holding the diaper in my hand, no idea of how to explain what I was doing. I was now back to
this similar situation.
I taped the diaper on and put on a pair of shorts. She already knew my secret, no need to hide them now. I then went out to the living room where Amy was sitting on the couch. "So, Amy, I am really embarrassed about what just happened."
"Well, I must admit that this was quite a surprise! I mean unless something has changed recently in your life, I don't understand why you need diapers"
"You must think I am crazy, I totally understand if you are freaked out by this and want nothing to do with me anymore."
"That's not what I want. I care about you so much. But diapers?".
She was right, why diapers? I had pondered this many times and could never come to a conclusion. I remembered being 16 and going to the grocery store to buy myself diapers. I would buy baby diapers as I figured it would be easier to explain if questioned by someone in the store. Of course, I would have to improvise to get the diapers to fit, but the sensation and excitement was still the same. I then thought about college, how living alone made it so easy and relaxing to wear them. Even the sexual stimulation that they provided as I felt myself through the outer plastic. Then once the excitement was gone, I would feel ashamed thinking that this was not normal. I felt like a freak, how could someone be so infatuated with diapers?
All I could muster up in response to her was "Amy, I don't know why I like them. But I do. At times they make me relaxed, at times they make me excited, and at times they even make me horny. There is something about the feeling of wearing one, I just can't describe it."
"I think it is great that you found something that allows you to feel all those different feelings, it just seems a little strange. Do you just wear them or do you actually use them too?"
"It all depends. Generally I just wear them, but there are times that I like to wet them too. I am not much for the cleanup of anything else, so that is as far as I go."
"I'm sorry, but when I see or think about diapers I think of babies. Do you think of yourself as a baby?"
"Not really. It is really only the diapers, nothing else." I went along talking to her about the AB/DL fetish and how I fit into the picture. She seemed to understand the more we continued to talk. I talked to her about the various groups, websites, and even a particular phone site
She was pretty amazed of all that is out there for people like me and even those that care for people like me.We talked for a little longer about how all this relates to me. I explained that I normally only wear them at home in the evenings and when I sleep, but there are the rare occasions when I like to wear them to work or out in public somewhere. I even told her about my fantasies of being put into diapers by someone I strongly care for. It was great to share all this with her, to include her in something as private as this. And the more we talked, the more she began to accept this part of my life.
From when she saw me putting the diaper on to now, she went from completely confused to now having a spark of curiosity. I then got the nerve up to ask her "Care to try one and see for yourself?"
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