Untitiled 9
UNTITLED 9
Hello, my name is of no concern to this story and to protect myself and those around me from the truth it will continue to be as such.
Up until I was about 8-9 years old I had been a frequent bedwetter and had to wear night time protection until I could keep the bed dry for a month. When I finally stopped wetting the bed I often thought back to the warm feeling of waking up to a nice warm full diaper and the excitement that came along with it.
When I was 11 this feeling got the better of me and while at the store with my parents I told them I was going to look in the electronics section but instead I went to the isle where they kept "Goodnites". I ripped the plastic open and quickly grabbed 3 of the girls diapers (even though I was a boy) not for any reason just that they were the ones I chose to get and I stuffed them down my jeans and rushed to the bathroom where I put all 3 on at once under my boxers and jeans.
As for the ride home with my parents this was a terrifying experience as I was very uneasy in the car as to whether they would discover the bulge the 3 thick diapers were creating.
When I got home I wet all 3 at once soiling them completely through all 3 diapers and with the mess already unavoidable I messed in them too. Later that night I snuck the diapers into the trash can and took the trash out that night.
This method seemed to work and I did this on regular occasions to the grocery store but that soon ended when I did not go to the store with my parents anymore. For whatever reason they started only shopping while I attended school.
At 16 I had a newfound love for wearing diapers once again when I got my car and went to the store freely to acquire diapers whenever I wanted. As I used the diapers more and more my thought over using the bathroom soon drifted away after a year of doing this on regular basis.
After having some of my friends in my car though we got reckless and totaled the car and I was forced to be without a car for 1 more year until I went to college and my parents got me a new one. But after a year of the diapers my bladder was ill equipped for the 8-12 hours of sleep I got at night and the 8 hours of school I would spend usually safely protected.
I realized soon off after 3 consecutive nights of wetting the bed that I would have to find a solution and regain control. I was able to get away with it with my parents with the Puberty excuse but the most dreadful day of my life was yet to come...
After 2 weeks the bedwetting had occurred 6 out of 14 days of the week. Highly unusual for a normal teen and my parents were starting to become concerned. I shoved it off to them in hopes they wouldn't notice that their 17 year old was wetting the bed again.
It worked well but after having had a lot to drink one morning and ignoring limiting liquids before bed I chugged several glasses of water to quench my thirst. At school that day I had made it to 5th period and I felt pressure in my bladder like no other and I surely felt it would be unsustainable.
I raised my hand to get the teachers attention to no avail. I was ignored in the heat of conversation over the subject we were learning. I thought if I could only make it to the end of class it would be ok. I figured I could wait that long as I had done it many times before in middle school.
But after a year of not holding it, with a flooding rush of water my jeans were soaked to complete and utter Humiliation. As the looks came upon me, the first face was the one right next to me to my left that was a unending stare burned into my pants. With the humiliation I could do nothing. My 17 year old Junior in high school self could do nothing but sit there and shed the tears of the most horrifically memorable day of my life.
After that day I knew my life had only one solution to escape that kind of humiliation again and that was diapers. And now at 19 I have every day since then been soiling my diapers daily and never felt so safe, protected and all around happier in my entire life.
Written By: John Doe