a diaper summer (true Story)
After a long year of boredom, summer finally set in. At this period of time, I would usually join my parents to their trips outside the country. But this year it's different. This time, they were taking a trip to somewhere in Southeast Asia, probably the Philippines.
They knew well that I didn't like tropical climates since our last trip to Florida. I decided to stay in our home for the two months that they're gone.
"If you have any leftovers from your food, keep them in the freezer, alright?" My mother told me, pointing towards the refrigerator.
"Yes mom." I answered. "I'm thirteen years old, I can handle myself well."
My mom is your average overprotective mother. She wanted to hire a babysitter in a regular weekly interval to see how I would be doing. Luckily, my dad was enough to urge her to let me take responsibility for myself. Ever since I was five, I already learned how to go to the store and buy stuff for myself anyway.
Mother stood in front of the door with her luggage bag, and turned around one last time. "Remember, if you have any problems, you can contact your cousin with the numbers dad gave you. Don't be shy. She's just at the center of town, okay sweetie?"
Thankfully, dad interrupted us once more, "I think our son is responsible enough to be responsible on his own." He winked at me. "Isn't that right, my boy?"
"Yeah dad. Don't worry, I won't leave the house without telling Anne. Goodbye you two!"
And with that, I waved them goodbye as they entered their cabs and rushed to the airport.
As I stood in the living room, I looked at the grandfather clock in the corner and it's arms already wave 7:30pm. Now, for most kids with their parents gone this long, they'd probably throw a party with friends or on their own. They'd spend all night committing underage drinking and what not. But not me.
My parents raised me well. And I taught myself well. So at this point, I finally decided that it was due time to go to bed. Taking off my red t-shirt and black shorts, I went to my room and changed to my light blue pajamas.
When the pair of arms finally pointed at 8pm, I decided it was time to go to bed. At that point, I was exhilarated by the sense of freedom I now have, and I can't wait to start my summer.
Morning came up, and I was quick to rise from my bed. I could already feel excitement flowing through my veins. I stood up, opened the window blinds and raced to the kitchen.
In the school days, my parents would make me breakfast with bacon and eggs. But now I wanted to make something for myself.
Turning on the television, I started on Netflix and went with House of Cards, my favorite show. When I opened it, the main character was already doing one of his trademark monologues. It just seemed coincidental that both he and I were making peanut butter sandwiches.
After bathing and changing to my house wear, I went back to my room and turned on my laptop. That's when I realized I forgot I left the television in the living room on, so I went to turn it off.
As I entered the living room I was met with a rather ironic commercial. A teen diaper commercial.
"Hello there, parents, kids and aspiring adults. The name's Joe Davidson and I'm with White-Care Brothers!" The ad started. "Say, do you know anyone who has urination problems, uncontrollable bladder or simple tendency to wet their clothes? Well, I've got a deal for you!"
At this point, I would usually turn off the television since most of these ads were nonsense to me. But I was paralyzed to leave it turned on as I continued listening to it.
"White-Care is celebrating it's hundredth year anniversary today on May 11th. We're offering everyone an 80 percent discount off our baby and adult diapers with a whopping 85 discount on our new teen diapers in stock now! For the entire week, this discount will stay so get them while you can here at White-Care, where we're sure you will stay clean for your future!"
Now, as much open-minded as I am, I didn't quite understand why teens would wear diapers. I still wasn't aware with bedwetting problems others have since I had a very small solidified grasp of the world around me.
When the commercial finally stopped, I walked towards the coffee table to grab the remote when I felt something weird below me. I was wearing my flip flops so I could tell. I looked down only to be shocked by the sight I saw.
"Aww bloody hell?" I thought to myself. "I peed my favorite bloody shorts!"
That's right. In the course of the commercial I had unknowingly lost control of my own bladder and released a lot of urine through my underwear, shorts and then to the floor.
Never had I wet myself uncontrollably before. I was potty trained very early at a young age so I could never recount any times I had felt like this before. I couldn't believe it!
So as I turned off the television, I took a mop and cleaned up the mess on the floor quickly. After that I went to the comfort room and removed my shorts and placed them at one of the clothing baskets. When I looked at my underwear it reeked of urine, so I decided I should go change them.
That's when I heard the doorbell ring and someone knocked on the door. That's when it hit me. Today's the first time Sophie's coming over to play Team Fortress with me today!
I knew I should've went to my room first and changed my underwear. But the first thing that came into my mind was that I had to answer the door. Yes, I didn't care if she would see me in my underwear since we frequently did that back when we were kids.
"Hey John, are you going to open the door?" The rest of the team's already in the party, we're all they're waiting!" She said, reminding me of our competitive match coming up later.
Quickly I swing the front door open as I'm greeted by the young brunette. Dressed wearing a gray jacket with the hoodie on, and a pair of sunglasses that make her look very suspicious.
"Geez John, what took you so long?" She said, as she entered the house while I closed the door. "You didn't go to 2Fort again, did you?"
"No Sophie." I answered her. "I just got caught up in a little accident, that's all."
She took off her hoodie and sunglasses that revealed her stunning emerald green eyes as ran her hand through her long, coral brown hair.
"Just remember, when I go Soldier again make sure to pocket me. And don't you dare run away again like in Dustbowl!" She reminded me, completely furious at our last match a few days ago.
"Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you keep me alive long enough to charge so you don't get butchered by a hallway of sentries, again."
Sophie is one of my few close friends. I'm not as perfect as her, but it wasn't hard for me to discover that she actually had an alter-ego. In school she looks like the perfectionist beauty of the batch. But when I meet with her she's that secretive slacking teenage video gamer like me.
I earned her trust and she earned mine. We promised each other not to hide secrets from each other except the really, really personal ones. So we found it very soothing to be such good friends.
I was about to take off to my bedroom across the hallway when her voice caught my attention. "Hey John, I don't mean to be rude but what's that dripping from your underwear?"
Looking down, I blushed red to see urine leaking from my underwear to the floor. I can't believe myself, I'm doing it again. Geez, what's happening to me today?
"Bloody hell." I muttered softly. "Just excited, that's all. I guess I'll go change then."
"So you have urinary incontinence too?" She replied. "Urinary incontinence?" I asked her. "When you pee uncontrollably, dummy." Sophie pouted, crossing her arms. "It's nothing to be shy about. Even I can't control myself at times."
Hearing that was probably a bombshell for me. I had never known that Sophie had such a problem. Heck, I'm surprised I never noticed it in our many years as close friends. While I remained silent, she held a hand on her hip and continued, "Well, do you have a problem with yourself or not?"
I couldn't respond yet. I've never wet myself before in all my memories. So it's a real surprise this is happening to me right now. I could say it's just a small problem that I could deal with since it's the first time. Or I could say it's a problem since it consecutively happened in minutes today. But I have no idea how she'll respond to either.
"I don't know?" I whimpered. "I guess so?"
After I answered, I could hardly look at Sophie. When I did she looks delighted rather than angry. Like a smile of empathy was across her face.
"Alright." She said. "I'll get you new clothes from your drawer." Pointing to the bathroom, she continued. "You go and change in the bathroom. I'll tell the guys we encountered a little problem." My eyes widened at her words.
"Don't worry dummy, I won't tell them you peed yourself." But she narrowed her eyebrows spontaneously. "Just be sure never to tell anyone I have problems, got that?" "Yes ma'am!" I saluted, marching off to the bathroom.
I removed my stained underwear but left my blue t-shirt on as I waited for Sophie to get me a new pair of shorts and underwear. I've never done this before and she never went to my house before, so I'm expecting her to take a while.
"I'm back." She declared from the other side of the bathroom door. "Open up. I can't possibly give you your stuff if you're locked in."
Hesitantly, I slowly opened the door just wide enough for her to squeeze my shorts and underwear through. But when I held onto my shorts, instead of underwear, I felt something soft, smooth and made out of cloth. Pulling the mysterious item out, I was bewildered.
"Um, Sophie?" I asked her as I took the items. "Why is there a diaper here?" "For you dummy. You said you had a problem. That's the solution!" Wait, what?!
She wants me to wear a diaper just because I wet my pants twice after more than a decade? I know I'm not sure why I can't control myself but I'm not going to.
"Hey John, if you're going to change, use it." She continued to encourage me. "C'mon, I'm wearing one too and I'm not shy about it!" "Fine, but only for today, alright?" Hesitantly, I took the diaper and after a few seconds of convincing myself, I decided to wear it.
At first, I was reluctant. But when the end of my bottom finally got the feeling, I felt some how comfortable. It felt relaxing, quite hypnotizing even. I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe wearing one isn't so bad.
Before I even got a chance to wear my shorts, Sophie uncharacteristically swung the door open, nearly giving me a heart attack.
"So John how does it...?" She paused mid-sentence as she glanced back and forth between me and the diaper. "Oh my goodness, you look so cute!" "D-Don't say that Sophie, it's making me embarrassed!" She rolled her eyes in response. "For crying out loud Johnny, wetting your pants isn't something to be ashamed about."
Hesitant as I was to look at her, I made the mistake of letting her hands draw my attention as it went down for her navy blue skirt, and dragged it all the way down, allowing me the sight of the similar looking diaper on her.
With an ironically triumphant tone, she declared, "I'm wearing one too, see?" I was in shock after seeing it for less than a second. I instinctively covered my eyes as my face turned rose red.
"Now c'mon!" She pulled me away from the bathroom before I even got the chance of taking my shorts. "We still have a chance to catch with Junkers if we spend no more time!"
As we went to our room, we both took out our laptops as we prepared to play the game. That's when I realized that both Sophie and I weren't wearing anything aside from our tops and diapers since I didn't get to get my shorts and Sophie abandoned her skirt.
When our fourth match finally ended, I felt the sudden urge to go to the comfort room. I knew I was going to drop a bomb's worth of poop. I knew holding it in was a bad idea. Now I don't know if I could make it.
Just as I stood up Sophie grasped the sleeve of my t-shirt and asked me "Where are you going?" "To the comfort room. I've been holding on for far too long." "Why?" She sarcastically remarked. "Does the little baby need to go poo poo?"
I felt myself getting embarrassed by her words. I know I'm wearing a diaper, but it just feels weird if I do it, now that I'm thirteen.
"Hold it John. There's a reason you're wearing diapers." She said. "But...?" I said. "I said, hold it." She ordered. "Y-yes ma'am."
Both Sophie and I were motionless for a minute while I did my best to control myself. At this point I should've been in the comfort room by now. But with her grasping my t-shirt I couldn't possibly do it. That and I don't want to be rude to her.
After a couple of minutes or so I couldn't hold it anymore. I felt the rear end of my diaper go thicker by the second while I noticed the front end is turning yellow with my urine. It lasted for about fifteen seconds until I finally felt relieved of more than couple of pounds of poop and a quarter dozen liters of pee.
"Well?" She said. "Does the little baby finally feel better?" "Y-yes ma'am." I replied. Teasing me, she corrected "Yes, mommy." "Yes, mommy." I replied. "Good now sit down so we can continue playing." she ordered. "B-but Sophie, I mean, mom, I...?" I stuttered.
Sophie stood up from the carpet and glared at me. She seemed furious as she raised her hand as if she were to hit me when I looked at her diaper. "Uh Sophie, did you poop your diaper, too?" Shocked by what she did, Sophie nodded.
We fell silent for a few seconds, but then she began to laugh, and I followed her soon after. It was fun and we thought it was best we play like this again all month.
We both sat down and ignored the fact we had dirty diapers. I could feel the poop squeeze against the end of my buttocks, spreading firmly as the back end of my diaper turned from white to brown.
We spent a couple more hours playing, mindlessly peeing whenever we felt like it. At the end of the day, we both had our fun and Sophie decided it was best to go home.
She was first to change in the bathroom while I waited outside. When she finally finished, she stood outside with her new diaper, covered by her blue skirt.
Looking at me, she teased "Does the little baby need his little ole' diaper changed?" "Yes mommy." I jokingly answered. We chuckled for a bit until she finally let me in.
I lied on the floor since we didn't have changing table, either for babies or teens. She removed my sagged diaper as the smell of pee and poop was released. "Phew! This little baby's certainly eating a lot!" She joked as we both chuckled.
After cleaning up my bottom she took a small pack of diapers from her purse. She took one for me to change with and the rest if I ever needed any. "There we go, now if the little baby ever needs help, I'll be here to clean your cute, little butt!"
After that I slowly learned how to be less conscious of controlling myself more and more. For the next four weeks Sophie would sometimes come over and bring me a pack of diapers for me as she noticed that I wasted more diapers as the days went by.
Ever since then, I would lose control of myself more and more that I would pee a lot at regular intervals every five minutes, since I drink a lot of water. By the end of the month, I finally went outside of my house and visited the baby store.
Still wearing my diaper I went there and used my saved monthly allowance to buy myself pacifiers, baby bottles and the like. When I bought it I raced back to my house. I removed my clothes except for the diaper. Then I took the pacifier and acted like a complete baby the entire week.
Hey, maybe soon I can continue on the story by explaining the events the next month. Maybe not. But regardless, I'll take myself for who I am and I won't be judged by anyone who thinks differently.
Written By: RaymondEmail: heinzleone@yahoo.com
They knew well that I didn't like tropical climates since our last trip to Florida. I decided to stay in our home for the two months that they're gone.
"If you have any leftovers from your food, keep them in the freezer, alright?" My mother told me, pointing towards the refrigerator.
"Yes mom." I answered. "I'm thirteen years old, I can handle myself well."
My mom is your average overprotective mother. She wanted to hire a babysitter in a regular weekly interval to see how I would be doing. Luckily, my dad was enough to urge her to let me take responsibility for myself. Ever since I was five, I already learned how to go to the store and buy stuff for myself anyway.
Mother stood in front of the door with her luggage bag, and turned around one last time. "Remember, if you have any problems, you can contact your cousin with the numbers dad gave you. Don't be shy. She's just at the center of town, okay sweetie?"
Thankfully, dad interrupted us once more, "I think our son is responsible enough to be responsible on his own." He winked at me. "Isn't that right, my boy?"
"Yeah dad. Don't worry, I won't leave the house without telling Anne. Goodbye you two!"
And with that, I waved them goodbye as they entered their cabs and rushed to the airport.
As I stood in the living room, I looked at the grandfather clock in the corner and it's arms already wave 7:30pm. Now, for most kids with their parents gone this long, they'd probably throw a party with friends or on their own. They'd spend all night committing underage drinking and what not. But not me.
My parents raised me well. And I taught myself well. So at this point, I finally decided that it was due time to go to bed. Taking off my red t-shirt and black shorts, I went to my room and changed to my light blue pajamas.
When the pair of arms finally pointed at 8pm, I decided it was time to go to bed. At that point, I was exhilarated by the sense of freedom I now have, and I can't wait to start my summer.
Morning came up, and I was quick to rise from my bed. I could already feel excitement flowing through my veins. I stood up, opened the window blinds and raced to the kitchen.
In the school days, my parents would make me breakfast with bacon and eggs. But now I wanted to make something for myself.
Turning on the television, I started on Netflix and went with House of Cards, my favorite show. When I opened it, the main character was already doing one of his trademark monologues. It just seemed coincidental that both he and I were making peanut butter sandwiches.
After bathing and changing to my house wear, I went back to my room and turned on my laptop. That's when I realized I forgot I left the television in the living room on, so I went to turn it off.
As I entered the living room I was met with a rather ironic commercial. A teen diaper commercial.
"Hello there, parents, kids and aspiring adults. The name's Joe Davidson and I'm with White-Care Brothers!" The ad started. "Say, do you know anyone who has urination problems, uncontrollable bladder or simple tendency to wet their clothes? Well, I've got a deal for you!"
At this point, I would usually turn off the television since most of these ads were nonsense to me. But I was paralyzed to leave it turned on as I continued listening to it.
"White-Care is celebrating it's hundredth year anniversary today on May 11th. We're offering everyone an 80 percent discount off our baby and adult diapers with a whopping 85 discount on our new teen diapers in stock now! For the entire week, this discount will stay so get them while you can here at White-Care, where we're sure you will stay clean for your future!"
Now, as much open-minded as I am, I didn't quite understand why teens would wear diapers. I still wasn't aware with bedwetting problems others have since I had a very small solidified grasp of the world around me.
When the commercial finally stopped, I walked towards the coffee table to grab the remote when I felt something weird below me. I was wearing my flip flops so I could tell. I looked down only to be shocked by the sight I saw.
"Aww bloody hell?" I thought to myself. "I peed my favorite bloody shorts!"
That's right. In the course of the commercial I had unknowingly lost control of my own bladder and released a lot of urine through my underwear, shorts and then to the floor.
Never had I wet myself uncontrollably before. I was potty trained very early at a young age so I could never recount any times I had felt like this before. I couldn't believe it!
So as I turned off the television, I took a mop and cleaned up the mess on the floor quickly. After that I went to the comfort room and removed my shorts and placed them at one of the clothing baskets. When I looked at my underwear it reeked of urine, so I decided I should go change them.
That's when I heard the doorbell ring and someone knocked on the door. That's when it hit me. Today's the first time Sophie's coming over to play Team Fortress with me today!
I knew I should've went to my room first and changed my underwear. But the first thing that came into my mind was that I had to answer the door. Yes, I didn't care if she would see me in my underwear since we frequently did that back when we were kids.
"Hey John, are you going to open the door?" The rest of the team's already in the party, we're all they're waiting!" She said, reminding me of our competitive match coming up later.
Quickly I swing the front door open as I'm greeted by the young brunette. Dressed wearing a gray jacket with the hoodie on, and a pair of sunglasses that make her look very suspicious.
"Geez John, what took you so long?" She said, as she entered the house while I closed the door. "You didn't go to 2Fort again, did you?"
"No Sophie." I answered her. "I just got caught up in a little accident, that's all."
She took off her hoodie and sunglasses that revealed her stunning emerald green eyes as ran her hand through her long, coral brown hair.
"Just remember, when I go Soldier again make sure to pocket me. And don't you dare run away again like in Dustbowl!" She reminded me, completely furious at our last match a few days ago.
"Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you keep me alive long enough to charge so you don't get butchered by a hallway of sentries, again."
Sophie is one of my few close friends. I'm not as perfect as her, but it wasn't hard for me to discover that she actually had an alter-ego. In school she looks like the perfectionist beauty of the batch. But when I meet with her she's that secretive slacking teenage video gamer like me.
I earned her trust and she earned mine. We promised each other not to hide secrets from each other except the really, really personal ones. So we found it very soothing to be such good friends.
I was about to take off to my bedroom across the hallway when her voice caught my attention. "Hey John, I don't mean to be rude but what's that dripping from your underwear?"
Looking down, I blushed red to see urine leaking from my underwear to the floor. I can't believe myself, I'm doing it again. Geez, what's happening to me today?
"Bloody hell." I muttered softly. "Just excited, that's all. I guess I'll go change then."
"So you have urinary incontinence too?" She replied. "Urinary incontinence?" I asked her. "When you pee uncontrollably, dummy." Sophie pouted, crossing her arms. "It's nothing to be shy about. Even I can't control myself at times."
Hearing that was probably a bombshell for me. I had never known that Sophie had such a problem. Heck, I'm surprised I never noticed it in our many years as close friends. While I remained silent, she held a hand on her hip and continued, "Well, do you have a problem with yourself or not?"
I couldn't respond yet. I've never wet myself before in all my memories. So it's a real surprise this is happening to me right now. I could say it's just a small problem that I could deal with since it's the first time. Or I could say it's a problem since it consecutively happened in minutes today. But I have no idea how she'll respond to either.
"I don't know?" I whimpered. "I guess so?"
After I answered, I could hardly look at Sophie. When I did she looks delighted rather than angry. Like a smile of empathy was across her face.
"Alright." She said. "I'll get you new clothes from your drawer." Pointing to the bathroom, she continued. "You go and change in the bathroom. I'll tell the guys we encountered a little problem." My eyes widened at her words.
"Don't worry dummy, I won't tell them you peed yourself." But she narrowed her eyebrows spontaneously. "Just be sure never to tell anyone I have problems, got that?" "Yes ma'am!" I saluted, marching off to the bathroom.
I removed my stained underwear but left my blue t-shirt on as I waited for Sophie to get me a new pair of shorts and underwear. I've never done this before and she never went to my house before, so I'm expecting her to take a while.
"I'm back." She declared from the other side of the bathroom door. "Open up. I can't possibly give you your stuff if you're locked in."
Hesitantly, I slowly opened the door just wide enough for her to squeeze my shorts and underwear through. But when I held onto my shorts, instead of underwear, I felt something soft, smooth and made out of cloth. Pulling the mysterious item out, I was bewildered.
"Um, Sophie?" I asked her as I took the items. "Why is there a diaper here?" "For you dummy. You said you had a problem. That's the solution!" Wait, what?!
She wants me to wear a diaper just because I wet my pants twice after more than a decade? I know I'm not sure why I can't control myself but I'm not going to.
"Hey John, if you're going to change, use it." She continued to encourage me. "C'mon, I'm wearing one too and I'm not shy about it!" "Fine, but only for today, alright?" Hesitantly, I took the diaper and after a few seconds of convincing myself, I decided to wear it.
At first, I was reluctant. But when the end of my bottom finally got the feeling, I felt some how comfortable. It felt relaxing, quite hypnotizing even. I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe wearing one isn't so bad.
Before I even got a chance to wear my shorts, Sophie uncharacteristically swung the door open, nearly giving me a heart attack.
"So John how does it...?" She paused mid-sentence as she glanced back and forth between me and the diaper. "Oh my goodness, you look so cute!" "D-Don't say that Sophie, it's making me embarrassed!" She rolled her eyes in response. "For crying out loud Johnny, wetting your pants isn't something to be ashamed about."
Hesitant as I was to look at her, I made the mistake of letting her hands draw my attention as it went down for her navy blue skirt, and dragged it all the way down, allowing me the sight of the similar looking diaper on her.
With an ironically triumphant tone, she declared, "I'm wearing one too, see?" I was in shock after seeing it for less than a second. I instinctively covered my eyes as my face turned rose red.
"Now c'mon!" She pulled me away from the bathroom before I even got the chance of taking my shorts. "We still have a chance to catch with Junkers if we spend no more time!"
As we went to our room, we both took out our laptops as we prepared to play the game. That's when I realized that both Sophie and I weren't wearing anything aside from our tops and diapers since I didn't get to get my shorts and Sophie abandoned her skirt.
When our fourth match finally ended, I felt the sudden urge to go to the comfort room. I knew I was going to drop a bomb's worth of poop. I knew holding it in was a bad idea. Now I don't know if I could make it.
Just as I stood up Sophie grasped the sleeve of my t-shirt and asked me "Where are you going?" "To the comfort room. I've been holding on for far too long." "Why?" She sarcastically remarked. "Does the little baby need to go poo poo?"
I felt myself getting embarrassed by her words. I know I'm wearing a diaper, but it just feels weird if I do it, now that I'm thirteen.
"Hold it John. There's a reason you're wearing diapers." She said. "But...?" I said. "I said, hold it." She ordered. "Y-yes ma'am."
Both Sophie and I were motionless for a minute while I did my best to control myself. At this point I should've been in the comfort room by now. But with her grasping my t-shirt I couldn't possibly do it. That and I don't want to be rude to her.
After a couple of minutes or so I couldn't hold it anymore. I felt the rear end of my diaper go thicker by the second while I noticed the front end is turning yellow with my urine. It lasted for about fifteen seconds until I finally felt relieved of more than couple of pounds of poop and a quarter dozen liters of pee.
"Well?" She said. "Does the little baby finally feel better?" "Y-yes ma'am." I replied. Teasing me, she corrected "Yes, mommy." "Yes, mommy." I replied. "Good now sit down so we can continue playing." she ordered. "B-but Sophie, I mean, mom, I...?" I stuttered.
Sophie stood up from the carpet and glared at me. She seemed furious as she raised her hand as if she were to hit me when I looked at her diaper. "Uh Sophie, did you poop your diaper, too?" Shocked by what she did, Sophie nodded.
We fell silent for a few seconds, but then she began to laugh, and I followed her soon after. It was fun and we thought it was best we play like this again all month.
We both sat down and ignored the fact we had dirty diapers. I could feel the poop squeeze against the end of my buttocks, spreading firmly as the back end of my diaper turned from white to brown.
We spent a couple more hours playing, mindlessly peeing whenever we felt like it. At the end of the day, we both had our fun and Sophie decided it was best to go home.
She was first to change in the bathroom while I waited outside. When she finally finished, she stood outside with her new diaper, covered by her blue skirt.
Looking at me, she teased "Does the little baby need his little ole' diaper changed?" "Yes mommy." I jokingly answered. We chuckled for a bit until she finally let me in.
I lied on the floor since we didn't have changing table, either for babies or teens. She removed my sagged diaper as the smell of pee and poop was released. "Phew! This little baby's certainly eating a lot!" She joked as we both chuckled.
After cleaning up my bottom she took a small pack of diapers from her purse. She took one for me to change with and the rest if I ever needed any. "There we go, now if the little baby ever needs help, I'll be here to clean your cute, little butt!"
After that I slowly learned how to be less conscious of controlling myself more and more. For the next four weeks Sophie would sometimes come over and bring me a pack of diapers for me as she noticed that I wasted more diapers as the days went by.
Ever since then, I would lose control of myself more and more that I would pee a lot at regular intervals every five minutes, since I drink a lot of water. By the end of the month, I finally went outside of my house and visited the baby store.
Still wearing my diaper I went there and used my saved monthly allowance to buy myself pacifiers, baby bottles and the like. When I bought it I raced back to my house. I removed my clothes except for the diaper. Then I took the pacifier and acted like a complete baby the entire week.
Hey, maybe soon I can continue on the story by explaining the events the next month. Maybe not. But regardless, I'll take myself for who I am and I won't be judged by anyone who thinks differently.
Written By: RaymondEmail: heinzleone@yahoo.com