A preview Diapers Emotional Hang-ups and the Pursuit of Happiness -- (Author) quartz200420012

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Author: quartz200420012
Timestamp: Sep 29, 2020 at 10:44 AM
Content: This is sort of in a draft stage right now. I'm not sure how long I'll write for, but here's a snippet. Almost 90% of this story autobiographical but I'm telling it from the memories I have. Names have been changed and diapers thickness is probably exageratted. This isn't intended to be J/O material---I'm trying to do this for my own therapy.

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PART OF CHAPTER 1

Obviously being this much of a mess, the daycare workers had to consult the lady who my mom talked to on the way in. The solution was simple and it was embarrassing. The “nice lady” who gave me my sticker wasn’t so nice anymore. “<Redacted>, your mother told us that you haven’t been fully potty trained yet. I see that you’re also dirty from getting sick next to the potty over there. Here is what we are going to do. Because you pee peed so much that you got it into your shoes and socks we’re gonna have to change all your clothes. You’re going to go to the toddler play room because the nice workers here don’t change diapers”

Welp. I’m pretty sure that I hadn’t lasted so much of an hour yet and there I was being led out of the room in full view of all the other kids. I’m not sure this was a common thing, but none of the kids seemed bothered by seeing someone like me with soaking wet pants on being led by the hand outside.

It was a short trip to the toddler/nursery room. There were two workers, who were in charge of that room, and started walking to me. “Hi <Redacted>,, my name is Miss Joy and I’ll get you cleaned up. You don’t have to worry about anything now.”

I was used to being changed out of clothes by family members, but a perfect stranger stripping me down was weird. There I sat in sort of an alcove on top of a changing table as I was disrobed. She took off my shirt, pants shoes socks and eventually stopped at my underwear. Even thought they were soaked, I had to sit there for just a few minutes—thankfully they kept the room nice and warm so I wasn’t shivering. After cramming all my clothes into a plastic bag, she approached me with a box of wet wipes my mom packed. “Woops, these wipes aren’t for what we need, let me go get some from the closet.” When my mother packed those wipes, they were the kinds you used for your hands and face if to clean up after you ate! Anyway, she came right back with a big box of Huggies wipes. I could sort of read then, but any kid that age knew what the Huggies logo looked like. She told me lie back on the table. “Remember, everything is going to be fine.” She pulled off my wet undies and bagged them. For the next few minutes, she pretty much cleaned my entire body off with nothing but baby wipes. “Okay, your mommy packed you some more undies, but we’re gonna put you in a diaper for now, JUST so you can calm down and if you have any more accidents you won’t ruin your other set of clothes. Remember, you have to have something to wear before your mommy comes and picks you up!”

So the diapering began. “Okay sweetie, legs up! Lets get some powder in there!” To distract me I guess, she handed me a toy car to play with but I wasn’t still sort of withdrawn. Joy seemed to take her time getting me changed into a diaper. “Well since mommy didn’t pack disposables, and we don’t have cloth….I’ve found something that might fit you. You look like a you’d fit into a large just fine.” When I saw the diaper, I knew it was one of those new Luvs Deluxe style diapers. The pin stripes gave it away and I had just seen them advertised on TV earlier in the week. “Okay lift up once for me, and she slid on the diaper.” At that moment a sense of calm washed over me. “Okay, one tape…two tapes your all done!!! I sat up and was still sort of crying but Joy fetched a wipe and cleaned up my face. “Remember, Miss Joy will take care of you so you don’t need to cry <Redacted>,.” She didn’t ask me to standup up and hop off the table. She picked me up herself and put me back on the ground.

“Okay <Redacted>,, we have a spare shirt for you to wear while you’re here with us today. I don’t really want to run the risk of you getting your spare set of clothes dirty.”
She put the shirt on me, even though at that age I was capable of dressing myself. I asked if I could have my shoes back but she said they needed to be cleaned. Oh well. She led me into the nursery, where there were much younger kids half my age—most drooling into the carpet while the rest were in the large row of cribs they had.

“<Redacted>,, this is your own play space right here. See this big green square?” said Joy, “You can have this cozy space all to yourself because you’re our special guest today”. I guess that was code for “this is the kid who freak out and is the talk of the day”. Anyways, the little area had a few stuffed blocks and play items. I wasn’t sure what to do so I sort of just lied down and rested my head on one of those wedge shaped blocks and tried to go to sleep. It was hard at first, but shortly after they dimmed the lights I guess so everyone else could rest. The other worker came up to me and said “Hi <Redacted>, my name is Heidi. Remember, if you need to go potty, don’t worry and just go in your diaper. We’ll change you.”

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Author: quartz200420012
Timestamp: Sep 30, 2020 at 2:09 AM
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Ss1970 said:

Love it so far! Heidi and Joy sound so nice! Were they pretty? Comforting? Soft, huggy, touchy-feely etc? I know I was enamored of older girls and women when I was that age. It wasn’t sexual in an adult way, but it was ... sexy? Exciting? Made me feel tingly? What do you call that feeling?

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Yeah, the actual person that they are both based on was amazing. I always for some reason needed a little extra attention when I was that age.

I'm guessing what I was 9 or 10, we ran into her at the mall. I didn't recognize her abut she knew me and gave me a hug...and all the memories came flooding back . It's sad that I don't remember her face anymore, I'm sure she was probably 17 or 18 at the time described in the story.

I don't know what the post limit is as far as words go, but it's at like 11 pages now. I might have to split it into parts.

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Author: quartz200420012
Timestamp: Sep 30, 2020 at 2:55 AM
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dogboy said:

In my story "Coffee Stop", I named the evil psychiatrist Dr. Decker, a close sounding name to a pedophile who used to have an AB/DL internet site named Deeker Diapers.

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LMAO