This is my story how I probably got to my diaper habits. It's no fiction, it's my true life story.
When I was seven years old I had a school friend who was still wetting the bed and sometimes had an accident during the day. I knew that he mostly wore diapers and plastic pants at night. His 4 years old sister was still in diapers 24/7. In that time there were no training pants. Bed wetting was a family matter in that family. That year they were going on a holiday camping with a tent to France and I was invited to go with them. Since my parents didn't had a car and the money to make that kind of travel I was excited and wanted very much to go with them. But his parents wanted to have a talk with my parents before.
The turn out from that conversation was that my school friend and his sister always wore disposable diapers during such holidays as they did during long trips like this one to prevent wet sleeping bags and a lot of (other) laundry. During the trips because they didn't had to stop than so much and on going to France they would start the travel in the evening and traveling al long during the night. They had asked my parents whether I could wear than diapers too so they did not had to take considerations for me and it would be not as embarrassing for their kids. Of course, since I was dry my parents said no and didn't want me to go with them at first. Because of the lack of possibilities to make such trips in an other way I would like to go with them and said my parents I didn't care to wear diapers. I thought that when their parents would see that i had no accidents or whatever they than would stop diaper me as well. So I was begging and begging over again my parents to let me go with them. At least they said ok but you know the consequences.
On the Friday we were going to travel to France I went there with my bag of clothes and other holiday things. Half an hour before starting we kids were send to the toilet and than got diapered. It was the largest size toddler disposable with extra in it a "Billie" soaker pad. Over the disposable a pull-on plastic pants and over that a sport short and T-shirt. For me it was a strange feeling the thick diaper (in that time there were no super thin supervisor diapers and the largest toddler diaper was thicker to get more absorbancy) between the legs. We traveled during the evening and night and I managed to stay dry by using the the toilets on the few stops we made. My friend and his sister didn't care and used the diapers. On the holiday place in France the diapers got off etc.
In the evening we got diapered in the same way before going to bed (sleeping bag). In the night I woke up because I had to pee. I didn't want to use the diaper so I sneaked out of the tent and peed outside. His parents didn't catch me. Next night the same, but on the third night his mother caught me and was angry. So I had to go back but still needed to pee. At least I did it in my diaper for the first time after years. To make a long story short, we were diapered every night for the rest of the fourteen days stay and if I needed I was using them too. We did make a couple of whole day trips on which we were diapered also. At the end of those 14 days I didn't care to wear diapers at night but still didn't like it on such a trips.
The travel back of course was also in diapers and at a stop we were climbing a sighting tower at a picnic place to get a view of the surroundings. Under the shorts the plastic pants and diaper were clear visible for others who were going up the stairs. I heard how other kids were talking about them and I was embarrassed for my (then wet) diapers. Afterwards we got clean diapers and carried on traveling home.
I was delivered home still in diapers with some spare ones and had to wear them a few nights at home to bed until it was clear that I didn't got used to them and didn't had accidents. From that holiday on I was diapered as well when I was going with them on trips/holidays, just like their own kids.
A second clear memory about being in diapers with them was during Car naval when I was eight. I went with them to the Carnival fest (kind of Halloween fest where everybody is dressed up in weird clothes and so) in Germany in a town called K”ln (don't know the English verb for that town). We, the three kids, were all dressed up as baby girls, wearing two clothes diapers, ruffled plastic pants, dresses, and even a pacifier and a baby harness. What nobody could see was that underneath the clothes diapers we were wearing a disposable diaper with a "Billie" soaker pad like normally on trips. But sure it made the whole diaper package bulky and they were clear showing off under the dress we wore. His sister had a real baby pacifier and we a large one on a cord around our neck just to make the baby dress complete. His parents had us all three on a leash with the baby harness "so we couldn't get lost in the crowd in the street".
After having seen the Carnivorous we went to a restaurant for dinner. During the dinner we were joking around and were noisy which was disliked by his parents and some other people in that restaurant. We got several warnings from his parents and finally they told us that when we were carry on like babies they would treat us like babies. Ten minutes later we knew what they meant by that. They attached the small leashes from the baby harness to our chairs so we had to sit on them like real babies.
Because everything took some time I had to poop on a certain moment and asked his parents to let me off the chair so I could go to the toilet for that. They told me it was too much work to expel me out of all the diapers and dress so I had to wait or just had to use the diapers for their intended purpose. After holding it in some time I had no choice but let it go into the diapers and so I had to sit in a pooped diaper because I was tied to the chair.
After dinner back to the car we were all three changed, his little sister had also pooped her diaper and my friend had only wet his, into fresh disposables with soaker pad and the ruffled plastic pants, but no more cloth diapers. It was not so bulky but still enough to show off under the short baby dresses. Also the harnesses stayed on.
At the stop on the border we went in the restaurant there for a quick snack and were warned before that if we were behaving bad again we would be locked to our chairs again. At that time we had learned our lesson and were very quiet.
Back at their home we had to go play still wearing the dresses and the harness. I was brought home later still in dress and harness and by then wet diapers. They told my parents what had happen and that night I was put to bed in the spare diapers they brought with them. Also the next day they send me diapered out to play as a punishment for my behaviour. When I was 9 my school friend moved away to another part of the country and that was the end of my diaper adventures for then.
In the summer when is was 12 (in november I was going to be 13) I had another diaper experience. In the swimming hall in my town I was falling in a nasty way and as it turned out I broke my arm at two places.
Wearing only a swimming pants I was brought to the nearby hospital were they, under complete narcosis, were putting my arm in plaster cast. They took off my swimming pants as well and since it was hot summer they just pinned a clothes diaper on me so I was not naked on the bed. In that time there was no disposable underwear. As I woke up from the narcosis I felt sick and had to vomit. So I went out of bed and vomit all over the dust bin. As the nurse came in on the sound she was angry that I not had ringed the bell for her and putted me on the bed again. The arm in plaster was hooked to a standard along the bedside and my other hand was tied with a piece of cloth to the bed rail on the other side so I could not get up again. When I needed something I just had to ring for her.
Early in the morning I woke up again because I felt a rush for pee and ringed, asked, yelled for the nurse, but no nurse. So after some time I peed the single diaper and the bed because I didn't wore pants over it. As finally a nurse, it was another one, came she said that such a big boy should be dry at my age. She changed the bed and than putted two thick clothes diapers and a plastic pants on me but did not tie me to the bed again. I was begging not to be diapered, telling her that it only happened because I was tied to the bed. I was very very embarrassed. She told me not to be because the other two kids in the room were also wearing diapers. I didn't believe her at that moment but later it turned out to be true.
As my parents came on visiting me they, of course, asked me and the nurse why I was diapered. I told my story and the nurse said that it maybe had happened because of my fall on the ground in the swimming hall and they better let it a couple of days like that. Of course since I was no longer tied to the bed I went to the toilet when I was feeling an urge. The nurses were not happy with that because with one hand I could loosening the diaper pins but they had to refasten it every time. As my parents came back in the evening the nurses told my parents what was going on and of course they didn't liked it either.
One of the other kids, a girl from around ten, was wearing diapers because she was a bed wetter, had a broken wrist and leg after a car accident, couldn't go out of bed and was therefore diapered 24/7. She was wearing some kind of a plastic snap on pants that had elastic bands at the sides at the waist and hips with in it a double "billie" diaper (the type I mentioned earlier in this story, because only that type or complete pull-on pants were fitting us bigger kids.
After talking between my parents and her parents and consulting the head nurse my parents decided that I was going to wear them during the day as well, had to use them for pee and should use the toilet for pooping. That night I was all diapered up in cloth diapers and plastic pants from the hospital again and to have me stayed in bed I was tied to it with a waistband. As you can imagine I had no choice and used the diapers again that night. Next day my parents brought the described plastic pants and billies and I started to wear and use them. The whole lasted for six days. Than I was send home, in diapers, with my parents. At home I was diapered too with the snap on pants and billies, also at night. Since my parents bought those items they thought I had to use up the billies. After that the diapering stopped. But by that time I liked it being diapered .
Later in my study period I had a room for my own and started to buy disposable diapers and plastic pants, wearing and using them. I think this is how I came to my diaper habits.
When I was around thirty years old I was often going to concerts of pop groups, singers and so on. Sometimes there were open air concerts. I went there as well to discover that very often the amount of toilets was limited and/or they were dirty. Since I liked it to wear diapers I started to wear diapers and an extra plastic pants to such concerts. And there it is how it started. I was at such a concert, mid-summer evening, wearing two adult diapers and in it a "billie" soaker pad. Yes I still use "billies". Over that combination I was wearing a pull-on plastic pants to prevent leaking.
As I was sitting in the grass and listening to the music a nice looking young girl in skirt and t-shirt was coming sitting next to me. After a while she raised her legs so she could lay her arms around her knees. I could get a glance of her knickers, but what was that, they were green and looked like......... Yes diapers. Since I got interested I was looking more to her than to the group who was playing, and after some good peeks I was sure she was wearing a diaper too.
I took all my guts and just asked her whether she was wearing a diaper. She turned red and mad and said that it was none of my business. I than told her right away that I was wearing a diaper too and if she didn't believe it she could check it. AND SHE DID!!. First a feeling at my bulging front of my jeans and than slit a hand in the back of my jeans, where of course she could feel my plastic pants and the diaper underneath. Than "the ice" was broken and we had a chat about certain things. It turned out that she was wearing them two because of the lack of/and dirtiness of the toilets.
From one came the other and we had a nice night at my place. We are still together. She likes it making me wear diapers and is wearing them occasionally too. We have modified a baby harness so it's fits me (and her). That harness has also a scrothband now and is lock able by tiny padlocks. So once in, you can't get out when your partner has the keys. Beside that we have a lot of other BD toys. Amongst them is a chastity belt for her. She sometimes put the chastity belt on, hides the key somewhere in the house and I have to find them before........ The chastity belt fits also over diapers. About that there is a nice story to tell that gives an idea how she can react.
Once I was mad on her for a certain reason. It was on a Saturday evening. When I went (diapered to bed) she was also wearing a diaper. Nothing happened that night. Next morning she woke me up serving my breakfast on bed. She was still wearing the diapers, had put on a plastic pant over them and over that she was wearing her chastity belt. The keys of the belt were laying on top of my toast. Try to stay mad at such a girl. After a while I stood up out of bed to get a shower and getting dressed I told her to get dressed as well. She dressed in a short dress and nothing else. When she was sitting or bowing over a little you could see what she was wearing. We took a walk in the park. Coming home she told me she had used her diapers and even she could pick up the keys she didn't make any attempt.
As I unlocked her belt she kissed me, said thank you, and went upstairs for a shower. It took some time and when I came upstairs to check she was on the bed, spreader bar between her legs, ball gag in her mouth and hands cuffed to the headrest of the bed, totally ready for me. We than had a very wild afternoon. So as you can see we both like naughty games.
As I grew older I had every chance that I wanted to try/use diapers. I tried several types, but had to discover that:
a. Most of the adult diapers are green or another color. WHY NOT WHITE?
b. I never found an adult diaper until yet that can hold as much liquid as a baby diaper like pampers or huggies.
c. In the country I'm living is they sell Pampers for over 35 kg, that's for over 65 lbs. They do fit me nearly and since they are for both sexes they have a great absorbency.
d. I'm using them two at the time, cutting off the tapes, slicing the plastic lining from the "inner" pamper and putting them on with what we are calling a "strikslip". A strikes is a hourglass shaped piece of soft plastic that can be knotted on the hips. In that way you have some type of a plastic pants or diaper cover. They come in baby and adult sizes. They are normally used in combination with rectangular folded cloth diapers or billies disposable rectangular diapers. I'm using often one or two billies as an extra soaker pad inside the pampers, making the whole thing bulky.
e. Over that combination I'm wearing a pull-on plastic pants as an extra security against leaking.
f. The modified baby harness fits over such a combination and you can stay in it for 6-10 hours depending on how much you pee and the use of extra billies.
So folks now you know it all. How I got to my diaper love. How I was wearing them in the past. And how I'm wearing them now.
Peter Pamper
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