/abdl/ - Adult Baby - Diaper Lover

>>3061

Hilariously, yes. Never thought I had balls of steel at the time; I was so scared as I did it. Got easier each trip though. One time I even got mocked for it by a cashier cause' I went too far and bought a pacifier, bottle, and powder at the same time. I was 10 or 11, it wasn't like I was gonna complain about her mocking me. I just sucked it up and got out of there (at least there was no one else in line).

>>3068

Man, you gotta get her to baby you again, for old times sake. If she brought it up, she obviously has warm feelings about it. If you come in all bashful and cute; she might just do it. Don't tell her about the abdl thing, just say after she mentioned that sort of stuff you remembered a little and wanna try it ago.

Of course, it could go horribly wrong, but as long as you do it with a smile and a laugh, she'll just brush you off nicely if she's not interested.

>>3077

That is a terrible idea.

>>3078

Naw man, its gotta work. I read, like, 20 stories that start this way.

>>3077

Except it's your sister X_X

When my mom had my youngest sibling about 1.5 years after I was born there were complications that brought on early onset menopause. So until I was in middle school and the docs finally found a hormone treatment that worked mom was kind of scary to be around, lost her temper easily.

Later from the time I was 5 till I was 8, my dad had a job that made him travel most of the week and mom had a job at a preschool. At this point she was on hormone pills that sort of worked and made her act more normal most of the time. Over the summer she would take my sisters and i to the preschool with her to help with the kids, they were all in diapers still. I remember being extremely jealous that mom seemed to act nicer to these random kids then she was to me especially when she was changing their diapers.

Something similar happened later when my sisters got into girl scouts, mom became a troop leader so I would get dragged along and shut in a room by myself because boys weren’t allowed in while they held girl scout meetings. Again I was so jealous that she always seemed so nice to the girls while I was put into an unearned timeout once a week.

Those were what really put the ideas in my head, not single events but constant routine things over a period of several years. There were of course other things happened, i can’t put a timeline to them they are just important memories in my head. Finding, trying on, and enjoying an old package of pull-ups. Playing dress up with my sisters and wearing their clothes including a ballet outfit. Seeing a tv commercial that compared pads to diapers then stealing pads from the bathroom and wearing them to school. But those events just built on that foundation.

I still have no definitive clue as to why, but I have a bunch of experiences that may add up to it. One thing I know is I definitely grew up too fast, and one of the other main things was that I spent a lot of time over at my uncle and aunt's place when I was about 6 until I was 9. Their youngest was born when I was around 5, and a bedwetter for a while, and they stored her diapers (She was small enough to fit into them, I still think she might be) in the spare room that I always slept in. Naturally I got curious, and I always regret never stealing one and wearing it one of those nights.

Alright, bear with me:

Growing up, I lived I normal, healthy, but being in a military family was rough a kid. Moved around a lot, had to learn quick to make friends fast, etc.

Being the eldest child didn't really help a lot, there was a ton of pressure at home since dad worked late, two little brothers to look after, and mom…well she was always busy.

Don't get me wrong, they were good parents, hard-working and what not. But I rarely saw my dad unless I was in trouble or receiving some kindergarten-tier trophy. And mom? Well, she ran a daycare out of our house since I was born.

And that's probably the problem. With two little brothers in the mix, of course there was going to be some inherent jealously born out of that household as I try to vie for attention , but to have a bunch of kids running around too? Never really stood a chance.

I was practically a master at babysitting by around 8 or 9, and I think the curiosity to wear was there (I'd like to believe it was just a passing fancy), but I was pretty rigidly disciplined, the fear of bringing any sort of negative attention to myself far outweighed the desire to pad myself up. I was more resilient than most, and put that off until high school when the whole fetish blew up in my face in probably the worst way possible.

Around 10, there was another moment that just would end up snowballing all this stuff. Despite usually looking after young kids, we’d sometimes get older ones too. One of these was a girl that a year older than me, and pretty much my first crush. So one day, me, her, my second youngest brother, and two other kids played some truth or dare. I was in that prepubescent stage where the smallest thing would set me off, and you know what my little brother dares this chick to do?

Put on a diaper!

Everyone giggles and laughs, and my face turns red hot as I try to contain myself. She eventually concedes and leaves the room. Now, she was kind’ve weird looking back, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when she came back wearing just a diaper. Not even putting it over her pants like I thought, she just took off her pants and underwear, jankily taping it on herself.

And without going into other stuff, that’s pretty much the skinny of it all.

I don't know anything that could have caused it. I have always loved diapers and the idea of being babied as long as I can remember.

My first memory was when I was 3 or maybe 4. I was fully potty trained, not even bed wetting, but we still had this pullup sitting around with little trains on it. I would put it on when I could. I remember wearing it one day and calling out to my mother who was washing dishes so she could not hear me. I just sat down and started crying and thinking I was just like a real baby.

The next time was when I was 5 I started wetting the bed on purpose. After about a week my dad said if it went on I would be put back in diapers and I chickened out. I still wonder what would have happened had I continued.

Then for the next few years I would check out library books that had babies and diapered characters in them. My brother and I would make up adventure stories at night and I would always say how I get captured and turned into a baby. I would tell my parents how my brother said he wanted diapers, and sometimes my brother would say the same about me. One time even my grandma was in town and said she could get some Pampers, but my mom said we were just playing. Some TV show episodes always strangely interested me, like the Spongebob one where he wants to be babied by his Grandma or the Arthur episode with the bedwetting girl.

When I discovered masturbation, I could never masturbate "normally". I did it, and still do it, by rubbing my dick against my underwear or other clothing. I found out it felt a lot better when squeezing my legs against something bulky between them. I didn't realize my actual diaper fetish until I googled something like "teens who like to wear diapers" trying to find out why I had those feelings about wanting to be diapered and babied. I stumbled upon sites and stories about people being forced back into diapers and stuff like that and it really turned me on. I did go on Deeker a few times, but not enough to feel creeped out. Around that time I would pull down my shorts, sit on the toilet, pee my underwear, and pull my shorts back up over it. By morning my underwear would be dry. I tried "messing" by putting down a paper towel on the linoleum floor, sitting down and pooping, then flushing it, but I only did that once because it didn't feel very good.

From then until just recently I would just use blankets as cloth diapers for masturbation. But I just got some Walgreens diapers since I have no prior memories of actually being diapered. They're all right, but they don't really do it for me. I actually prefer the blanket diaper for masturbation, but that makes a lot of sense considering my parents used cloth diapers on me.

There you go, my whole story.

>>3509

>I found out it felt a lot better when squeezing my legs against something bulky between them.

Interesting. I do the same. Masturbation feels much better when I have some bulk between my legs.

In fact everything you said sounds very similar to my experience.

>>635

At age six during a trip to the local swimming pool, my mother being paranoid about letting me go to the toilet asked the woman in the next cubicle to take me to the toilet.

Ironically this would lead to me being abused by this woman, as she wouldn't take me and diapered me instead, i tried to escape the cubicle but she locked it shut and stood in front of me.

I pissed the first diaper and she cleaned me up, i hoped to get out of there but her son who was three wanted to feed and she thought i needed to be fed to.

I refused but she pratically forced me and because i couldn't do anything about it, so i tried to embrace it and enjoy it. She was upset because I had drank all the milk and she needed to feed her baby daughter later.

She said she hoped I wouldn't make a dirty nappy, but i already needed to go before i needed to piss and a full stomach of a baby milk meant i had no choice in the matter.

Besides if she was going to do this to me against my will, what would it change?

So I shat myself and she changed me to make it worse she smelled the poo on her finger and said it smelt like a little baby's shit.

cont'd

>>4964

>>4964

After that she kicked me out of the changing room with my underpants in a clean nappy.

My mother wondered why i was in a nappy and was angry with me instead of the woman. She took me to the disabled toilet so i could put the clean nappy in the nappy bin in there.

When my mother confronted the woman she said thought I was three and would probably belonged in nappies (diapers) and it was an honest mistake. This was of course bullshit, she wanted to infantilize me and have me depend on her.

She then tried a bunch of times to baby me, when i went swimming there again.

The first time she brought a pregnant friend along swimming with her so I could drain her breasts as she was lactating, as she bumped into me whilst my mum took me swimming. I said like a baby, she said just like a little baby and you can have a poo since you like it so much.

I had no interest in this and told her i was six and screamed for my mother. By time mum came to confront her and her pregnant friend she was gone.

The other times she tried to get me to go swimming with her daughter, which were actually ruses so she could breastfeed and swim diaper me. She kept on, thank god i talked my mum out of it and the only time we actually swam together my mother was there with me and i was never alone with her.

Her 4-5 month at the time daughter tried to grind on me whilst we were swimming (as i said i was fucking six at the time).

Something was clearly not fucking right with that woman and her family, and its pretty hard not to go through that without being a little fucked up sexually.

Its still one of my most guilty fantasies.

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>>4965

Besides that experience i have had others, throughout my 24 years people have always seen me as being younger than i am and i need of mothering/care.

My next door neighbour at one of the houses i lived when i was younger wanted to adopt me and infantilize me.

She hugged me to her breasts, tried to make me a special rice pudding (yes with that milk) and was gonna put me into pajama pants incase i had an accident. she always sunbathed nude in the garden and said to me if i ever wanted to breastfeed i should come over, even though i never did. this was when i was 6/7 years old.

When I was 5 and i had an accident and went to the primary (elementary) school secetary for a pair of new underpants as i had diarrhea and had an accident, the principal (female as well) discussed how i should be at home using a potty.

when i was 8 another school principal was preganant and i was brought in to see her being naughty. I cried and it made her leak breastmilk and she offered to diaper and feed me for the day whilst she got my schoolwork. I said are you crazy?

she said she was sorry. i went back to my class, one of my other class mates went back to her office that day and stayed all day.

I had a single mother who was overprotective and nurturing of me, infact she still is as i live with her still.

combine that with the fact that people like to think of me as being young and babyish and the fact i feel ashamed and bit of a manchild for being unemployed along with 4chan and you get where i am today.

I gave a bunch of lesbians a disapproving look out in public and they said he looks like he has a pooey bum and needs a change.

Stuff like that, they don't know that's going straight to my fap bank.

I don't want to be a fan of abdl and anr but its what turns me on to a great deal.

The worst thing to happen to me was when my mother found my pacifiers, was embarassed and threw them away.

I only wore once, bought a pack of huggies pull ups that were too small and ended up pissing in one of them undone holding it against me and shitting in another doing the same.

That was out in a public toilet, i could never get away with anything at home.

>>4964

>>4965

Wow, if that happened like you describe it, that is child abuse. My fantasy, but child abuse none the less.

It all started when I finished potty training at 3..

I loved the touch and feel of my pull ups. They looked cute on me. But then I had to wear underpants. Darn It. So I was a big boy and had to forget about those diapers because I'm not a baby.

When I was 4 I went camping and wore pull ups. They felt great. I got to eat fruit loops and it was awesome.

When I turned 6 I went to first grade. This wasn't any ordinary 1st grade. This was a special ed 1st grade. There was one boy who still wore pull ups. They had them in the bathroom. I wanted to slip some on but I couldn't get in there alone.

When I was 7. My sis had a friend who had a severely autistic brother who beared diapers. He was 3. I wanted to try them. The dad gladly gave me his diaper. I came home and put the fluffy thing on under a blanket while I was watching Tv with my sister. It was damn impossible for me to do it. I never got it on. But it did feel kinda good. I wish I was in the bathroom and did it. I kept the fresh diaper in a jumbo taco bell cup. No one ever suspected it to be in there. My mom found it one day. It was embarrassing. I never did it again. I was afraid my mom or sister where going to bring it up again.

When I turned 10. I saw an episode of Oliver Beene that would change my life. There was a bully who got pantsed. He was wearing old timey rubber pants. They all made fun of him.

I got curious and looked up rubber pants it lead me to many of adult baby websites.

I became obsessed with older people wearing diapers.

I became 11 I got the fetish. I looked up abdl babyfur porn on a daily basis. I wore my grannies nappies. It was splendid. I found a size 7 pampers. It smelled awesome. I wore them and I made cummies in them. So good. I found a pink binky and at a ranch. It was lost. So I took it. I looooved it. I cleaned it. Delicious.

When I turned 12 I made a video of myself in November wearing diapers and acting like a baby. I was cute

There was a severely disabled boy at camp. He had a big bag of giant diapers. So I put one of them on as soon as I took it home. I peed in them . They felt great.

Those are my most cherished diapered menories. I can remember unning around the house wearing them. ♥

I posted my story last year, but looking ITT now. I find it odd that my thing even did anything to me at all. I only ever wet the bed that one time. I never peed my pants unless I was drunk, home alone and wanted too so I could fap to the thought later and this was long after I knew I had this fetish so I really don't get it.

If I think back to why I'm such a faggot that likes the idea of CDing. When I was 8 I remember some show on tv about a tranny and my mom told me "some boys want to be girls." Even though I never want to be a girl, something about that I liked. Oddly my best friend at that time was a tom boy.

I mentioned a small bit on another thread but I guess I'll go into detail here.

I was an incredibly late potty trainer, I didn't potty train until a few months before kindergarten because apparently I REALLY didn't want big boy pants (I have almost no memory of that time.) but I was told I wouldn't get to go to school like the other kids if I didn't potty train so I went with the program. There was a point where I was diapered mid-night after training by my grandmother even though I didn't really need them anymore, I stole my grandfathers pullups quite a bit but after awhile I forgot about it over time. From there on the diaper stuff stops BUT my potty training was pretty weak, I had problems with day-wetting until I was nearly 9 (nothing consitant). After that it fell dormant for a long time UNTIL I had a half-accident in middle school (I say half because my pants didn't get fully soaked and I was able to cover it up) after that the urges to wet my pants for fun started up again and that lead into getting goodnites and the rest is history. At this point I'm so comfortable with it because of the positive way it's affected me, I'm no longer depressed all the time and my anxiety is alot less because I can slip into a diaper a regress to a place where I don't have to worry about any of the worries of adult life.

Due to birth defects, I wore diapers 24/7 as a kid, but usually changed them starting when I was 5 or so. Around that time, I specifically remember seeing diaper commercials and feeling jealous of the babies because they got to wear diapers openly, and I spent all my time and energy trying to hide that I wore them, worrying that the kids at school would find out, etc.

Eventually, around 7 or 8 years old, my parents switched me to Depends inserts (though honestly, the problem was bad enough that I should have stayed in diapers).One day, I found an actual baby diaper in a drawer, stuffed way in the back (left over from when my mom had babysat a cousin or something). I remember taking that diaper out and unfolding it and just looking at it, wanting desperately to put it on. I resisted for weeks but finally, one day when I had the house to myself, I put it on (it was a tight but stretchy enough to fit), turned, and looked in the mirror. Came instantly.

Naturally, I was horrifically ashamed of myself afterwards, but the longing persisted. At home, I’d try to make homemade diapers out of plastic bags and whatnot. Still wore the inserts, which more or less did the job now, but I didn’t have a girlfriend throughout high school. I spent a lot of time hating myself and trying to hide what was wrong with me, so even though I worked out and was fit as fuck, I was too scared to ask a girl out, all things considered.

From time to time, starting in high school, I’d buy packages of baby diapers and hide them, put them on, come, hate myself, etc. We didn’t have the internet yet so I didn’t know what a diaper fetish was, and strange as it sounds, it never occurred to me that there would be adult-sized diapers out there. Eventually, I found the internet, and my education was completed.

TL;DR: Childhood

>>14039

On the bright side, I'm currently dating/living with a girl who is totally open to the fetish (either diapering or being diapered).

>Be around 5

> sleeping over at grandmas house

>wet the bed occasionally

> girl cousin wets bed all the time and is put into cute princess pullups

>mother puts me in one because she thought i would we the bed at my grandmas house

>told my mom i didnt want to wear them because it was embarrising

>pretty much got permission to wet in a pullup but chickened out

>>14071

smh, anon. You could have peed them and gotten changed in the morning. But oh well.

What did you wear at home when you wet the bed? Or did you just have some bed liners or something?

>>14077

nothing it was kinda one of those things where you just would clean up in the morning. i only peed them a couple times and i grew out of it pretty quick :P

So I powered halfway through this thread last night before bed. I wanted to contribute.

>2 or so

>eating oatmeal at daycare

>while eating do number two in my diaper

I only remember the feeling of panic, no real concrete memories just ideas and actions.

>same place

>remember the caretaker putting on latex gloves

>putting me on the changing and wiping me down

>felt nice

I don't got any attraction to latex though. But I really really appreciate the babying memories I got, moreso than a lot of other childhood memories.

>4 or so

>grandma buys diaper for stuffed animal

>hey I want to try that

>secretly later try it on, love the amazing feeling of it, yearn to be wear them again.

>try it again the next day and my grandma comes into the room and leaves laughing

>Kindergarten

>pee pants what I remembered to be everyday

>get threatened to be put back in diapers

>I pretty much stopped at that point, grandma was really nice parent to me.

fast forward several more experiences

>7th grade or so

>been living with aunt and uncle since 4th grade

>I hit puberty and my attraction to diapers came back full swing

>aunt had a 21 year old Cerebral Pulsy victim, she took care of for a friend

>he wore diapers to bed

>i've stolen both clean and…."used" ones for my own gratification later. I got caught several times.

>All the confrontations I had a blank face and never really said anything, I just took the beratement.

I eventually ended up running away from home the following year. My mom resumed custody after about a month in the psych ward for being a runaway and my attraction to diapers.

I actually felt like I rambled a bit much. Disclaimer: I had a lot of extremely poor hygiene practices when I was younger, not so much anymore. Now I am 22 in the Military, stationed in Korea getting my time in diapers whenever I can afford to do so.

>>14171

Dude wtf…

You were quite messed up in your later years

>>14213

After I ranaway I spent all of highschool with my mom and step dad. He got her addicted to crack and she ended up passing away soon after I graduated. She found out I wore diapers as well. Bla the rest is history. I came from a pretty messed up family, 3/4ths of my life was alcohol and drug abuse with them. The 5 years I lived with my aunt and uncle was as good as it got, but that was a mental trap for me at the time.

I am almost 23 and been in the army for several years. Once I started living on my own I wasn't anymore cringey then the average ABDL. I got some more fucked up stories from when I lived with my aunt and uncle but I will refrain from sharing them unless asked. TLDR I feel like I am attention whoring.

When I was 3 or 4 I remember I was starting potty training & remember having a lot of accidents. I remember a few instances, I remember being 4 and pooping myself infront of my babysitter at the time and her friend along with her daughter. I vividly remember being asked if I pooped my pants and then being taken to the bathroom by my babysitter and having her take off my pants, and getting baby wipes out and wiping me and then putting my underwear back on. I remember liking the experience a lot. I think I might have purposely messed myself a few times after that and was also cleaned up but I don't remember that clearly. I also remember messing myself a lot for a period when I was 4 and another instance I remember sort of was when I was at a friend of my mom's with her son and having an accident. I think I might have done it again and I remember being embarrassed and scolded. Then when I was 7 or 8 I think I revisited her son and he said "You used to always poop your pants." And I was pretty embarrassed about that. Anyway, I also remember peeing my pants in kindergarten yet again at age 4. But I think I was wearing dark pants and was very sneaky and I think I hid it until I got home and took them off. I also had another peeing accident in 3rd grade and this time was pretty embarrassed but luckily didn't pee too much and hid from the students. One kid did say I smelled though but I just played it off until I got home. I did however have another accident I think in first grade where I pooped myself again at recess and had to be sent home to get new pants. Also, when I was 5 when I kept pooping/peeing myself during trying to potty train, I think a boyfriend of mom's at the time threatened to put me back into diapers so I was pretty scared of that, I also remember being spanked and hating it. I would also look at the Huggies package in my closet and wish I could put one on but couldn't reach it. They later sold them at a yard sale which I hated. Then when I was 8 I would always pretend to be a baby when I would play with a friend at the time. I didn't think much of it but I know I liked it. I also would really enjoy watching scenes in TV/movies when the characters would be in diapers and feel jealous. Specifically, I remember an episode from Jimmy Neutron where Jimmy's grandma was turned into a baby again and had to wear diapers and she ended up messing herself and they had to buy new diapers for her. I loved that one. Another was on Codename Kids Next Door when the boss of a company or something was treated like a baby and changed by his secretary. The Goosebumps episode where he regresses (The Cuckoo Clock of Doom, I believe) was another one I really remember wishing was me. There were probably other ones too where I enjoyed the similar scenes.

Then, later on when I was about 12 years old the fetish really started to come back with a vengeance. I started to get good feelings when I would pass the diaper aisle at stores. Sometimes they'd even have samples of the baby diapers and I would love the feeling of feeling a diaper. I didn't say anything to my mom for a while as I was nervous but later on there was a school trip happening and I said I didn't want to have an accident on the bus because it was a long ride so I asked if I could wear GoodNites. I heard of them from commercials and really wanted them. Somehow my mom felt bad and got me them. I was in heaven. I would pee in them mostly and throw them out. I also had a good friend and one time I told him to try it and we both wore one and peed in it. It was fun but only happened one other time a bit later but I felt weird and didn't again. I did bring up a friend who needed diapers and mentioned them a few more times but then stopped. I didn't end up wearing them at school/on the trip because I was too scared of the girl I had a crush on finding out and making fun of me, I myself was already bullied somewhat at the time so I didn't want to risk anything. She would buy them a few more times as I said they were good to have when I couldn't make it to the bathroom. Then it stopped. I asked for more but she refused. I asked her again when looking at the baby diapers but she said it was weird and I was a big boy and didn't need them. I still tried to get them and one time she did finally budge and buy me some Pampers Size 7. They barely fit with duct tape but I loved them. Felt really embarrassed and she didn't understand but I used a few but felt really bad and threw them away after. Mom said okay and that was it for a while.

>>14254

At age 13, I started looking up diapers and related content online and found out there were others like me with the fetish and learned what that meant. Felt really guilty for a long time but I still felt good when looking up diaper stories. Then it was stagnant for a while yet again until later on probably at age 14, things got started up again when I really had the urge full throttle when my mom would shop with me at thrift stores and there were tons of adult diapers on the shelves. I feel really bad but after looking at them constantly for a long time, I eventually stole one (Put it under my pants) and wore it in the bathroom. Was nervous as hell but didn't get caught. Did it a few more times out of desperation (Had no money) and messed in the bathroom. Felt really good at the time but felt awful at night. I did it one more time a few months later and when I was at the check out, the lady gave me a weird look like she knew something and on my way out she said "Yeah, leave now, that's totally fine." or something similar. It could have just been my paranoid thoughts but it sounded like she knew what happened. I was so scared in the car and just said we had to leave. Nothing ever happened later and I never stole again.

I ended up biking to a store in town with a bit of money and bought some pull-up style Depends. Felt super nervous while buying them but it went okay. Ended up using a bunch but went through the binge and purge cycle quite a bit and threw the rest away. Also, I finally bought a big pack from the thrift store when my mom was busy looking at other stuff and hid them in the car, and then hid them in my closet. She later found them was confused. I ended up wanting to buy more at a store once with her and tried to tell her I had a fetish and she freaked the hell out, saying it's "deviant" behavior and wrong and to stop. I tried telling her others had the fetish and it wasn't bad and even showed her the Tyra video and she had a mixed reaction. Didn't bring it up for a while but eventually, we had another fight in the car when I wanted to buy more months later and tried to tell her it was a phase. Yet again, at age 16 she found more (I hid them well but she searched my room) and got really mad. It settled for a bit more until I was 17 and had bought some diapers from the pharmacy (We had moved at the time) and messed it at night while she was sleeping, stupid I know but I really was in the mood. This was also when I started to masturbate, as I was a bit sexually repressed and found it turned me on a lot. I heard a noise and knew I had to get rid of it due to the awful smell so I snuck out of the apartment and threw it in a garbage can downstairs by the front door. Sadly, she found it and approached me saying it was gross and not to do it again while yelling. I regretted that and felt super embarrassed but told her I liked it as a fetish sometimes. It cooled down again until I was 18 and bought a bunch of Cushies online. She was helping me clean my room and saw them in packages. She at this time was fine with it as long as I took care of the mess and didn't do it often. I told her okay and that was that. I also think she found the smell bad from the garbage once but after that I double bagged and dealt with the trash myself. Never had it come up since thankfully. She also promised never to tell my step dad, thankfully as it would crush me. He also wasn't around much which helped.

>>14255

Besides that, I don't buy them often now and that's mostly it. Felt ashamed for years, nobody knew besides my mom. But I did tell my best friend when I was 16 after staggeringly trying to say what the fetish was, I really wanted someone to know. I finally told him and he said he accepted me and it was cool because we're all different. I felt really happy, he was really cool and a great friend. Sadly, he passed in 2012 due to suicide but he always kept my secret as I knew he would. Besides that, I always had urges to wear to school but never did out of sheer fear. I just bought them occasionally. I also ended up telling my best friend when I was 18 (the one I tried the Goodnites on with years before for fun) and he had previously told me he was a furry a couple of years before which I said was fine. He just like me said it was totally fine. I told him mostly because I wanted to tell someone since at the time nobody besides my mom knew. I also had some in my closet was nervous of him finding them. I wore a few times around him and he didn't mind. But later on, I felt a bit weird about it and stopped. (Also, being straight it didn't do anything for me) Besides one other time when I and him were super drunk and high and he changed me for fun when I messed, I let him change me once more as I would wear when drunk and would get more babyish. I told him I was too drunk to move (I was). I wanted it to be a girl badly but I figured I'd do it regardless as I liked being taken care of slightly, and I was curious about how it felt… but actually disliked it a lot and made me uncomfortable. I realized then I just want a girl to diaper me and nobody else. We never brought it up again. I then ended up telling a girl for the first time who was my gf at the time only online 2 years ago and we dated only for a few months but she would roleplay over Skype a few times. She never told anyone and was super open minded and cool. Then finally, my current wonderful long distance girlfriend knew from the first few times we skyped and I usually would never tell someone so soon but felt really connected and wanted to be honest with her. She laughed a bit at first and I was super nervous but then she apologized and said it was a bit unique and actually being really open minded and awesome went along with it and would roleplay over Skype and text and now we still do sometimes and sometimes she'll let me baby her and I love it. She's really great and of course it's our secret. So currently, only her, my mom and best friend know. More than I ever wanted to, especially my mom but at this point I accept it and myself and am glad I have the awesome people in my life that I do at 20 years old. Sorry, this was super long. Felt really therapeutic to get this off my chest. Wow. If anyone read this, I appreciate it. :P Have a good day, everyone. Great thread & forum, really makes you feel not alone. These days with the internet it seems the fetish is pretty relevant with a decent amount of people, never would have thought that being young feeling super alone.

>>14248

Nah man feel free to tell us whatever you want. The thing about being messed up wasn't even meant as something negative as quite a few people who have problems come from broken families like you describe, not too much you can do about that

Good luck with life and try to avoid making the same mistakes as your family

>>14323

Eh…. Alright I drop them. I'l start with some pleasant ones.

>10th Grade or so

>mom finds my package of Bambinos in the mail

>does the same thing my Aunt did and asks me a series of "whys", she also already knew from aunt that I been caught with adult diapers before

>having known of the ABDL community for a few years now just said they made me feel good etc

>She looked wierded out but wasn't going to stop me.

>we would fight over other stupid things later, she would try to use my diaper wearing as an insult against me, didn't work tho

>but after the initial convo I kept my diapers in the closet, fairly open I didn't have to hide it anymore which was a major relief

I remember the old Bambino Classicos being much softer then they are today. Eh.

Really NSFW:

>middle school with aunt uncle again

>some of the diapers I stole from the mentally handicapped kid I would reuse over and over

>flushed out all the SAP, cleaned the inside backing

>re-use consisted of me putting in folded papertowels to give the diaper volume

>hid under the pullout drawer in my bathroom

>repeated this often

>as iterated terrible hygiene practice.

>same time frame

>aunt discovered a couple of the diapers outside, on our property (10 acres of trees), which made for bad news for me.

>I left one outside the house another time in panic cause it was night and I heard her coming outside

>Church I stole a bunch of pullups that fit me

>one of them they found under my dresser.

>it was used

In retrospect of the events it wasn't surprising I was thrown into seeing a mental therapist twice. And the psychward once. But they both went the same way

>run away from home

>get put into psych ward for running away…. also diapers

>be psychlogist

>"..oh BTW -puzzled look- Whats with you and your attraction to diapers?"

>I nearly shit my pants and just give some bullshit excuse, and it wasn't brought up again until a conference with my aunt later between all of us

other Counseling scenario

>be at moms

>we started fighting over stupid crap

>she wants to fix me

>I tell counselor she is doing crack

>"if you want to fix the relationship with your son you need to stop" -counselor

>"I PUT HIM IN THERAPY TO FIX HIS DIAPERS ISSUES, NOT ME"

>proceeds to be mad at me for the last year of her life.

My mom was an asshole but I do miss her.

>>14337

sorry for terrible syntax and grammar, waking up with a hangover xD

>>14337

It's a tricky thing, but not everyone was blessed to be born with parents that are good people. My mom is a terrible person, I love her, but I absolutely can't stand her and pity her.

>>14343

Please give us a more detailed story of the whole psych ward experience, like how it all went and when you were sent there what you did and how you acted and what your excuse was. Thanks

>>2299

>>2319

Diaper Pail Friends; it was every bit the stereotype as you'd expect from older generations of ABDLs. However it is was one of the first communities, and definitely the first community that welcomed young teens like I was; for better or worse. ABY was first, but it was 18+

The teen room was left completely unmoderated, and the owner Tommy pretty much left the community to monitor itself. There was no way to get people banned from the chat room. You could only f6 to ignore, and that'd be erased the moment they left and re-entered the room.

For a young naive teen, you got approached by pedos a lot. I'm lucky that I lived in buttfuck nowhere, the internet was still pretty new to our house back and discovering my diaper fetish. Would have been around 2001, and I had to smarten up quickly when realizing there were a bunch of older dudes manipulating my young teenage sex drive.

It worries me how many kids probably did get into bad situations with pedos there. Believe it or not, it was one of the better places before alternatives actually run by other teenagers popped up. Yior and diaper-boys.biz were both shut down for being run by actual pedophiles with connected circles.

I remember being diapered around the age of 6 in the winter time. Cold winters meant lots of layers, and after a few accidents it just became easier to be diapered to go out and play. And before we got a car, to go run errands. I can't recall every being changed, and I don't think it was a regular thing. But I have pretty distinct memories being carried in blowing snow to the store, and a few of being diapered before going sledding with my friends. Though I impressed my friends at the time for being able to take really high jumps with the GT Snowracer, extra padding on the rump and all.

I've always wondered what happened to him, and thinking back it was pretty fucked up. I was around 8ish, before i moved to a slightly less ghetto group of townhouses. I had a friend in our neighborhood who's mom exposed his bedwetting issue to his friends, I assume to try and embarrass him out of it. I remember one time over at his house, she took out one of his diapers to show me for whatever reason and it was a girls diaper. I feel bad that I eventually stopped being his friend due to peer pressure, and terrified my own bedwetting secret might get exposed. It's fucked up to know first hand there are parents that do the things from stories, albeit not to as extreme degrees. But I've always wondered if he possibly grew up to be ABDL too. Tried to facebook stalk him, but his name is pretty generic.

I started having accidents at school in grade 5. It's some miracle I was never caught by my classmates. I had one of those teachers that wouldn't always let you go, and I became scared to ask. Then when the situation got too desperate, I'd pee on the way to the bathroom. Happened 4 or 5 times I think.

>>14346

It's funny. People seem to think that every time they communicate in the same virtual space as a pedo they're risking life and limb.

Hell, if we applied the same logic to everyone else we would expect to see millions of people per day trying to rape a typical celebrity.

>>14904

>So, I haven't worn any diapers in like 15 years now, but I'm very tempted to.

Just do it. Go take some money and drop some on [designer diaper of choice here]. Wait, receive, put on, and have fun. You talk of being afraid but there's nothing to be afraid of, thousands upon thousands of people that do it, many even regularly. God forbid you got addicted, in that unlikely event you and me both know it would be fun anyway, don't hold yourself back.

>>14909

>>14903

Once I hit puberty I was pretty mesmerized by diapers in all their aspects. I would probably end up being one of those statistics if I went down that round, cause if I knew about that side of the community I woulda been trying anything to get into it.

>>14349

I have very intense memories similar to that, and I go to great lengths trying not to show how much it actually triggers me. My friends have been punished unjoustly. Whenever there was a situation with diapers, be it an actual toddler or us finding a diaper to play some silly (for them) games with, it always seemed to end in someone getting beaten by their parents. Seriously, why are parents so fucked up? I've seen my friends get slapped for meaningless things, adults screaming around at the crying baby, and whatever baby toys or diapers we happened to get in contact with just get taken away and thrown out. It always ended in a deprivation of affection. They were drunk or just power tripping or just plain didn't care. I was soft and emotional, and they didn't like it. They wanted to destroy me.

So here I am, many years later, way over it and knee-deep in the ABDL fandom. This community tends to publish erotica in which the little suddenly gets "spanked" or in other way punished, or has to endure other hostilites. Even worse, sometimes the little gets bound up or physically restrained, "bondaged". This shit triggers me massively. I do not want to have to see this garbage. These memories used to give me panic attacks with tears. I resent the fact that ABDL is a pleasure-pain community to the largest extent, instead of only the pleasure part. I am here for the happiness, the love and the affection, and nothing else. I have met very few people with similar needs to my own along the road, but I they were the best experiences with this community I've ever had. In my fantasy, there would be a separate community for soft ABDLs that is separate from all this.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am not muddling in anyone else's business. In fact, I hold the current ABDL community in high regard and I am still very happy to be a part of it. Everyone is supposed to do as they wish, I don't even care all that much. We have achieved some really amazing things too, and it also helped me a lot to improve personally. This is just something I really needed to get off my chest, I won't be bringing it up again.

>>14936

Hey man, we all have our different interests in relation to this fetish. Even as someone who is very much a mix of the cute/innocent and naughty/kinky sides, I still find a lot of things that bug my about the community. "One-true-way"ers, people that take things to the excess in public or with non-consenting fetishists, the retarded gap between ABDLs and babyfurs and the airs of superiority each group affects over the other, etc. Like you, I just ignore it all though.

That said, if this shit really irritates you this much, then why not (And I mean this in the nicest possible way) go make the exact kind of community you're talking about and build your own hugbox?

>>14909

I don't think you understand, they were predatory. I was around 12-13, early millenium, I barely understood my sex drive let alone why it was going off and crazy about diapers. I remember having conversations with Yior and other people in the teen room. It wasn't too long after Yior got busted running a child porn ring, and I smarted the fuck up quick about who I was talking too. They were grooming young kids.

>>14936

I actually went the opposite route to me, despite his abuse being a serious source of panic to me. "Matt's diapers" became a often topic of hilarious conversation among immature boys living in the ghetto. We'd sing the pull-ups song at him, though in hindsight that doesn't make much sense. I felt bad for him, but I was a wimpy kid and it was better him being teased then me. I was glad when we moved to a slightly better neighborhood.

It's probably why when my bedwetting got worse approaching my teen years I resisted wearing diapers vehemently. Diapers were framed as the worst, most humiliating, and degrading thing a kid could wear. Really crossed my wires when I gave in, started having wet dreams and playing with myself in them.

>>635

I was touched as a kid. I have a weird relationship with it now.

My story is very simple, when I was 5 I kept on wetting the bed, by the time i was 7 mom started diapering me, she didn't stop, i'm 27 and still diapered

>>14965

Even as a preteen I didn't go on anything thing that was 'teen' related. Even as a kid that just screamed stranger danger.

be like 4?? at day care i didnt put underwear on that morning idk why but whatever.

i remember taking a piss going out into the playroom for some reason i forget but the care lady pulled my shorts down exposing my dick seeing i had no underwear on she then took me laid me down and put a diaper with powder on me and i remember the girls poking their head over the little half wall around the toy pen and watching as she was diapering me the humiliation was ridiculous. but her diapering me felt nice?? i guess and the rest of the day i ran around in a diaper until my mom picked me up and i pulled it off i guess thats the reason why i have a humiliation and diaper fetish

My birth dad's side of the family is fucked up and has all sorts of mental issues. One of the issues that ran into that side of the family was bedwetting.

He walked away from our family when my mom was pregnant with my little brother. Luckily, she remarried to a very nice guy.

Anyways, I had some bedwetting problems throughout my childhood, but when I was 14, my bedwetting increased due to all the stress and built up anger from my 9th grade year. I was a lazy shit and didn't really take care of myself well, so I got a nasty bladder infection, which damaged my bladder badly enough that I began to start pissing myself both when I was awake and asleep.

When I went to the hospital, the staff there wanted me to do test my bladder and see how much I could hold. The tests were painful and multiple times I ended up pissing myself in front of the doctors. Eventually, they just flat out said you're either going to be wearing an catheter or a diaper for an extended amount of time since I could barely control myself. I chose the diapers because the catheter scared the shit out of me.

At the hospital, since I essentially told the staff I had no idea to change a diaper and they knew I would probably not tell them if I wet myself, they would be the ones to change me.

For reference, I have Aspergers, since that seems to be a topic of conversation in this thread. I was toilet trained by the time I was 3.

However:

>be 3

>mum asks me if I'd like to try a nappy just to see how it feels

>I do

And then:

>be 6

>have a friend who has Downes syndrome

>he needs to be put in nappies when he comes home from school

>one day when I visit, his mother is changing him, and asks if I'd like to be put in diapers as well

>I say yes

>Spend the whole visit in a diaper

>Even wet it

>feels amazing

Then a lot of shit happened on a visit to Canada when I was 8. I'm not sure I want to talk about that, though.

>>16895

How old are you now?

>>16895

You can't just drop that bombshell on us and not tell. What happened when you were 8? :3

>>16896

28

>>16901

It makes me cringe just to think about it, let alone type it.

>>16910

C'mon man. We all want to know. Can't be as bad as some of the others here.

I've had an attraction to diapers almost as long as I've been out of them, I've got a hazy memory from when I was 5 or so trying to put on a diaper I got from a kid my mom was babysitting, but I can't remember the outcome at all. I was slow to potty train and my mom was common law married to an abusive asshole, I don't remember much, but my older sister tells me it was pretty bad. These are my best guesses to what started my path down ABDL. I always laid on my stomache and masturbated thinking about diapers, even long before puberty, it felt good.

Around 8 or so the feelings went away until I hit 13, searched "diaper" on some search engine and found the good ol' DPF followed by Deeker. Suddenly I realized I was not alone and not as crazy as I thought. I started stealing diapers from kids my mom babysat, and even went full Pamperchu and dumpster dived for em. I did this until about 18 when my dumbass left a trashcan full of dumpster dived diapers in my room and left for a weekend sleepover, came home to an akward conversation, got called a pedophile. I've never dumpster dived for diapers since then. Shit was more than a decade ago and still embarasses me. My own mother even blackmailed me with that information later in life (hmm, gee, wonder why I'm so fucked up!).

After the whole "Getting Caught" thing, I was feeling shitty about this fetish and went through a few binge/purge cycles, and even stupidly bought a case of diapers whilst staying at a friends house and got caught again (Boy, I was smart as a young adult too!), it obviously got discovered, but they never said anything.

These days as I come close to hitting 30, we have so many diaper choices and I keep a fairly large stockpile. I've come to terms with the fact that this fetish is with me for good, and I indulge to keep my life in check.

>>16895

So, either your mother and everyone around you is incredibly fucked up…or…Canada is very fucked up with very fucked up parents as well. Call child services!

>>16967

When I had to go back in diapers because my own stupidity, I just forced myself to like them since I had no choice. Pretty easy thing to do once you masturbate multiple times in them.

I will always two things in my life: being changed into a diaper at the hospital and being changed my by private trainer, who helped me with bladder exercises.

I don't remember a time when I haven't been at least curious.

I remember when I was 8 or 9-ish I really wanted to try on a pair of my younger sister's diapers, I never did because I was too scared of being found out, but I remember thinking about it a lot.

When I was about 12, I just started to get sexual feelings, I didn't know this yet, and I'd done sex-ed and all that so I think I was just a really dumb kid. Rather "conveniently" about this time too my curiosity to wear diapers came back, so although it made little sense to do so, I scavenged my entire house to see what I could find, and sure enough, between the closet and the bathroom cabinet I found a size 5 pampers and a pretty old looking pull-up, and of course I wore them.

I remember wetting and messing the pampers first, the feeling was so alien to me now, but I loved it. I threw it out, no one ever found out, and that was that.

Then, excited to try it again, I put on the pull-up, wet myself, and then… I don't know what initially drove me to start doing so, but I started humping the bed in this wet pull up, I didn't really know what I was doing but it just felt good so I didn't stop… And I'm sure you all know where I'm going with this by now right?

I brought myself to climax and came for the first time ever in these pull-ups, and that was my sexual awakening, lol. I loved it, I vividly remember how amazing the feeling was, but I think it kinda fucked me up, I also developed kinks for watersports and scat , and became a huge, submissive gay furry fuck.

In between then and now the only other noteworthy experiences was when I was 15 I think and I took a few of my sisters drynites while she was in them for a short while and used them, even wore one or two to bed dry and try to make myself involuntarily wet them (but I never did :c). I also stole a diaper from my youth club which was also a nursery once.

Other than that, I wet my undies purposely occasionally because that happened to be a kink too.

Now i'm 18, I lost my virginity just a little short of a month ago, and I don't know what to say, it just didn't feel like anything to me really. I think normie sex has just been kinda ruined for me now, nothing is ever going to come close to what I felt when I was younger, I just want to get diapered and babied and every day that goes by where I am not is paaaaain.

>>16901

>>16912

>>16920

Okay fucking fine. I'll explain it. But you'll have to be satisfied with a brief explanation.

We were visiting a family member in Canada, and we went to visit a lot of her friends. One of those friends had two daughters, with whom the subject of diapers came up and once they did they continually tried to get me to wear one. I didn't but I always felt weird about it. I remember asking one of them why THEY couldn't wear one, and them saying the words "you might see a private spot."

I went to visit a friend I'd met at the local school (my parents had me attend a Canadian school for a couple of days because they thought it would be an interesting experience for me) the next day. We got talking about diapers too. Turns out there were some in the house. I can't remember anything other than him saying in a sing-song voice "you'll put a diaper on and I'm gonna laugh at you!"

Those memories burn inside of me. I cringe to the extent of physical pain whenever I think about them, which is probably why I can't remember much about them in more detail.

>>16971

To be fair in both circumstances I'd expressed interest and then said yes. It was hardly as if I'd been forced into anything.

>>16983

Eh. It just sounds like some light natured teasing. No idea why you're so traumatized.

For the first part, you should offered have let them put a diaper on you, only if you got to diaper one of them in return. Imagine if that would of happened. Amazing fetish memory for the rest of your life.

Second part also seems like light teasing. It's not like he held you down and diapered you or something.

>>16983

Did you express interest in the times diapers got brought up in this post? Or was it just something that popped up and you tried your best to act like you weren't interested?

I'm thinking you showed some interest in diapers and they were trying to get you to admit it in these situations.

>>16983

…… that's it? Jesus, if that is traumatic to you, then you must have one fucking sheltered life.

>>16991

It's mostly because I imagine them later describing the incidents to their parents/friends and I imagine their response.

>>16992

Yeah I did, but I'm bad at explaining things that I remember unfavourably.

>>16993

Not so much. It's just my brain's all fucked up in terms of what it processes as trauma. I've been sexually assaulted twice in my life, and I find recalling those memories far less traumatic and painful than the times I felt humiliated, embarassed or emasculated.

>>17005

Your brain can't be fucked up because only you can decide what is traumatic or not. If something didn't feel traumatic, then the rational conclusion is that it wasn't traumatic - not that there's something wrong with your brain. Don't let society dictate how you should feel.

When I was 3 years old and a bit, I was going to day care and it was naptime. All the toddlers including myself were waiting in the room just before the nursery, which included a change station.

The carers were checking everyone's nappies but they seemed to stop at me as if they found what exactly they were looking for. Someone carried me to the changing table and changed my nappy in front of everyone. I was really upset and distressed because I didn't think I needed changing and it was on really tight.

We all moved into the nursery and while everyone was going to sleep for some reason unknown to me I started thrusting my groin into the mattress and starting masturbating. This is my earliest recollection and while I don't know if my proclivity for nappies existed before this or if this is the source, I consider it something that's been apart of me my entire life.

And then there was my big sister who for some reason was obsessed playing 'baby' with me when I was older, but that's another story.