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Diaper Chris

I was potty trained rather late. When playing I saw no need stopping what I was doing, so I did it in my pants instead. Therefore I wore diapers until I was 6 years. When I started school I decided I was a big boy and started using the restroom, and shortly after I quit the diapers.

One night during the winter when I was 14 I woke up during the night having to pee. It was cold in my room, I like to sleep in fresh air, so I always sleep with an open window in my room, but this night obviously had turned quite cold, and I didn't want to get out of my warm, cozy bed. I tried to suppress my urge to pee and hoped I could hold it. Finally I drowsed off again, but shortly after woke up, feeling I had started peeing in the bed. I was able to stop it and put my hands into my bed to inspect the damage. I was pretty wet but still had to pee quite badly. To my surprise I in fact enjoyed that wet bed, so I just let go the rest in my bladder. Shortly after, I went back to sleep again.

When I woke up the next morning I was both excited and embarrassed at the same time, and also a bit afraid of mom's reaction. I set off for school before mom noticed (I didn't dare to tell), but was not too comfortable when coming home. Luckily thinks went very well. Mom said she had noticed I had an accident, so she had cleaned my bed and changed my bedclothes. It was not that uncommon to happen among teenage boys and she asked me to tell her if it happened again.

A few weeks later I again woke up having to pee. I was on my way out of the bed when I remembered that other night and how good it felt to pee in bed, so I wet myself, enjoyed the good feeling and went back to sleep again. This time I told mom, and again she made no fuss out of it, but when going to bed the next evening I noticed she had put a mattress protection on my bed. This made me feel she expected more wet beds, and I didn't disappoint her!

It didn't last more than a few nights before I wet the bed again, and when I did it again the next night mom said it could not continue in that style and that my bed would soon be ruined. She was not at all mad, so I wondered what she was thinking of. When I came home from school that day I found a package of Goodnites in my cabinet. At first I was embarrassed, but at the same time I was also a bit eager to try them on, so that evening I went quite early to bed.

I was in heaven; I didn't at all remember it actually felt so good to wear diapers. I really liked the feeling of the padding around my groin and butt; it felt so soft and comfortable. I could hardly fall asleep that night. When I woke up the next morning I noticed that I had wet myself without being aware of it. That happened very seldom, so I was surprised but actually satisfied at the same time; it was a proof that I seemed to need. When I got out of bed mom entered my room, she hoped I was not too embarrassed about the Goodnites, but when she saw that I had wet she said it seemed to be a reasonable solution.

Since than I have worn Goodnites to bed every night, but never during the day. But some times I put them on quite early in the evening when having showered after been out jogging or being at the gym. I don't care if my parents see me in just a t-shirt and Goodnites, and I think they know I like them, but they have never said anything about it. Besides, they know I still need them; I wet myself 2-4 times a week, mostly it is on purpose, but some times I do it in my sleep.

I also sometimes wet my pants, but that is rather seldom. Like last winter when I was out sleighing and had to pee. It was no bushes or trees around, and I had to walk nearly 1 mile to get home, besides my jeans were already quite wet by the snow. So I just wet myself and continued sleighing. I got a few smiles and comments, but nothing really mean.

I still fit into Goodnites and they work fine for me, but within not too long I'll probably have to change into something else. Because I by now think I can hardly go to sleep without wearing a cozy diaper.

Baby Tron's Story

My story begins with some background information. I am 24 years old and I love diapers and everything to do with them. I wore diapers to bed 'til I was 5, no medical reason, just youth, I guess. I don't remember, but family photos indicate that I wore diapers all the time 'til I was 4, you may soon see them. Ever since, I've had the urge to wear and use diapers play with baby toys and act like the big baby I am. I just discovered that there were many others like me on 6/8/01. and, "man, has my life changed.". I felt alone and illegal like I was hiding from everybody. THANK YOU ALL FOR EXISTING! These are my experiences with diapers in the order they happened in as much detail as I can remember.

The first time I was in diapers for fun I was eight years old at my aunt's house in New England. My cousin Ryan, who was my best friend, lived with my aunt during the summer and lived in Maryland with his father the rest of the year which he spent most of at my house because his father traveled a lot. We did everything together! Anyway, Ryan's father brought us up to my aunt's house for a family reunion. The reunion was all day Saturday. Most of the family left after dinner but we were staying for the weekend because we had traveled so far and also I rarely got to see Ryan during the summer. After dinner the adults wanted to stay up late and talk so they sent the kids to bed in the apartment over the garage. There were five of us including myself; Ryan who was the same age as me; his little brother Sean, he was four; Kelly, and Robbie.

Kelly was fourteen and Robbie was six. They were brother and sister but they were not related to us and we did not know whose kids they were. We had been watching TV in the apartment for a while when we realized that the adults had forgotten that we were up there. So we decided that we were gonna stay up late. Now, Sean ,Ryan's little brother, was still in training pants during the day and wore diapers at bedtime, and before she returned to her guests, my aunt told Kelly to help Sean with his diaper if he needed it. Well, Kelly thought that we would all look cute in diapers so she told us that she was gonna tell the adults that we were still awake if we didn't let her baby us .Trying not to sound too easy and wanting not to get in trouble, we all agreed. Within minutes the four of us boys were in diapers and talking baby-talk. Kelly was wearing a long night shirt. It was light blue with cartoon puppies on it.

We (meaning the boys)were all dressed in our Sunday duds when we got there, but I was spending the night. Ryan and Sean were staying for the summer and Kelly and Robbie were just overnight because my aunt was watching them for their parents and to play with the other kids at the reunion .We were all naked accept for our diapers and socks. Robbie was put in Sean's bed with Sean and a crib was made from the head boards of the bed. Kelly gave them a bottle (there was only one) and they started fighting over it.

Ryan and I were on the floor playing when I peed in my diaper, I showed Ryan and he peed in his too! We started crying for mommy Kelly to come change us. She changed Ryan first, removing his wet heavy diaper and cleaning his diaper area, then applying baby lotion all over. Kelly made special care to note how much bigger my penis was than Robbie's but Ryan had a winner. I think she used most of the wipes on him and his dirty peepee, but we were young and really didn't know what to do to get fireworks, but I'm sure it happened by accident. I really don't remember though; we were giddy the whole time. She finished with a puff of powder then he slid a fresh diaper under his bottom and taped it tight.

She then took the bottle from the other boys and refilled it with apple juice and gave it to Ryan. Then she changed me. I think she liked Ryan more because she only cleaned and powdered me. "No lotion, wahh," plus he got the bottle I only got a binky. We stayed up 'til midnight playing baby, getting changed and fed. We fell asleep in our Pampers. Luckily they fit both me and Ryan almost as well as they fit Sean, but they did require some stretching and we had to keep close watch on the tapes. That is one of the reasons we almost used up all of Sean's diapers that night.

Luckily for us Kelly woke up early. She woke us up to change out of our diapers and to clean up the room, but being kids, we didn't get rid of the evidence; we put it all in the trash can. When Ryan's mother came in to clean up the apartment she found the trash can full of dirty diapers and wipes. She came down to breakfast and asked, "What happened up there last night?" Nobody had an answer but Kelly said that it was our idea, and we said it was Kelly's idea .my aunt sent Kelly and Robbie back to where they lived and told us to think about what we had done, even though she didn't know herself exactly what happened. My mother never found out about that night, or at least never said anything about it. Today I kind of wish she had known.

Later when I was leaving to go back to Maryland, I overheard Ryan's mom telling him "that if he wanted to wear diapers and act like a baby" then she would make him do it all of the time, even when he went to school. As far as I know she did not do this, but Ryan was sure she was serious and did not talk about that weekend for a long time. Ryan often stayed at my house when his father was out of town on business. It was at least two years after the reunion Ryan was at my house, my mother was babysitting our neighbor's toddler boy. She had left the room to put the baby to bed and fell asleep herself. We were sitting on the floor playing with the baby's toys and Ryan asked me, "do you remember when that girl made us act like babies?"

I said "yes, I do." Then he said, "these toys are more fun than Nintendo." Without saying another word we stole the diaper bag and locked ourselves into the basement, dug out some of my old baby stuff and toys and put on each other's diapers. We played for an hour or so. Then we went out into the yard with our diapers on under our clothes and challenged each other to see who would keep their diaper on longer. We went to sleep in them that night. When we went to bed our diapers were dry but when we woke up they were soaked and neither of us remembered peeing during the night (by the way, I won). I wore my diaper that night straight through 'til dinner the next night. He took his off around lunch time but did not tell me 'til later.

Ryan and I had a few other diaper experiences but most of the time we did not have any diapers so we improvised with towels and safety pins. One time we rode out bikes three miles to the drug store to buy some and we forgot to bring a book bag to carry them home in, so we stuffed them in our pants and shirts when we got home. My mother asked, "Why do you have so many clothes on ?" I told her that we were body builders and that we were gonna pump. She bought it and we disappeared into our spot in the woods we called a fort to play with our diapers. We were stupid, though, we left the rest of those diapers in a plastic bag buried under some leaves and they got wet and moldy before we got to use them again.

Ryan moved to Colorado with his father when we were fourteen and we did not get to talk much after that and so much time has passed since then I'm afraid to ask him If he is still a baby at heart and how he feels about what we did. I wonder if he is online today and does he know about all of the others out there.

Anthonys Story

I remember well the first time I realised how wonderful nappies were, the morning which changed my childhood memories from sorrow and shame to great happiness. I woke up this one morning, just before my 11th birthday, in wet nappies and plastic pants, and for once I felt entirely happy, and aroused, and since then I’ve never looked back.

Up until then, night-time had been a torment for me. I was never dry at night. The sheets and my pyjamas were always soaked in the morning. It was horrible. My mum was fed up with it because of the washing, and though I was never smacked for it I knew how she felt about it -she had a bedwetting son and somehow it was her fault. I think that she kept expecting me to grow out of it, but I had no idea how to stop. I was a whiney little boy who cried easily and wet my bed every night (and sucked my thumb), and I was miserable. By this time I was about eight I had a little baby brother who, of course, wore cloth nappies (this was the 60s, no disposables) all the time. My mum was talking with her friend one day when I was in the room. Mum was putting the nappies on to Adam, and talking about how I was such a problem what with all the washing. “Well,” said her friend, “why don’t you just put him back in nappies at night? I mean if he’s not dry it’ll make it much easier for you.....” I was horrified, but didn't say anything - I don’t remember what mum said, but she obviously decided to try it, because the night after when I came in to get into my pyjamas for bed, there they were lying set out - a nappy, and plastic pants, just like my baby brother.

I remember screaming and shouting that I wouldn’t wear them, but then I was grabbed and smacked hard (the only time I ever got smacked for anything connected with wetting). I was held down and pinned into the nappy, then as I sobbed and sobbed my mum told me that she was fed up with the wet sheets and all the bedding and that if I was going to wet like my baby brother then she would treat me like him. She pulled up the plastic pants and then put on my pyjamas. I cried and cried. I kicked off the nappies and pants when she’d gone, but then a bit later my mum came back and found them, smacked me once more, pinned me in again and told me what a hiding I would get if I ever tried to take my nappies off again.....I popped my thumb into my mouth and sobbed some more, then I fell asleep.

Well, obviously the bedwetting didn’t stop. I hated the nappies, but after the first night didn’t put up any resistance. Looking back on it I don’t know why I hated them so much; after all, the bed wasn’t uncomfortable in the morning any more, but I just hated being treated like a baby, especially when, as she usually did, my mum would change me and Adam (and then my little baby sister Sarah) for bed at the same time. Also, my cousins soon found out about it and I got teased, and once at school my brother told people and I was called nappy boy, once or twice - though I don’t remember the kids were that bad to me. Actually I’m inclined to think that I’d got a little used to it by the time I reached that morning. Perhaps I’d begun to accept it, though I didn’t know it at the time.

Anyway, cut to this morning in 1969, just a few days before my 11th birthday. I woke up to blazing sunshine, and a lovely spring day outside. And I felt...great. Just great. Why was that? I put my thumb in my mouth. Why did I feel so nice? Then I felt the nappies, and a stiffy inside them. Why, they felt really nice! I had probably just wet them - it was very early - and this had woken me up but....I’m sure for the first time they felt really good. They were tight, and damp, and warm, and when I wriggled I could feel the plastic pants, and hear the crinkling. But I knew I hated the nappies, and yet they felt so right - hell they were brilliant, how come I had never liked them before? I remember looking under the covers at the nappies showing through the thick, semitransparent pants, and feeling so pleased and happy. For the first time in my life I had woken up wet, and in nappies like a baby, and I loved it, it was awesome, and to think that I had never liked it before! Well, I must have turned over on to my belly and stated humping the nappy, because it wasn’t long before I was having my first, shuddering orgasm, nearly eleven, in my wet night time diapers...

And ever after that morning, I have loved wearing nappies. I would snuggle down in my bed, and sometimes hump myself then, but best of all was to fall asleep, then wake up wet, and then do it. I soon discovered that I could use my hand, of course, and then after a while came the other stuff. And sometimes I would wet the already wet nappy..... My mum noticed gradually because I had this idea that I was doing something naughty so at first I pretended not to like it still at bedtime, but on my eleventh birthday night I must have seemed eager because my mum said: “well you seem very happy these days! You don’t seem to hate the nappies so much...and I was thinking that now that you’re 11 we should take you out of them...would you like that?”

Oh God no! I’d just got to like them and now she was going to take them away!

I tried not to look disappointed but said basically, that “I wasn’t sure I’m quite ready...after all the bed’s dry in the morning and I think I’m sort of used to them...”

Anyway the thing was, she carried on with the nappying, and I carried on wetting the bed and the nappies, and carried on being very happy. And not only did I like the nappies but I liked the bedwetting too - I was the happiest bed wetter in the whole town!

Well when I was about 13 I began to fancy girls and my masturbation fantasies changed a bit, and I kind of stopped wearing them when I was 15 (by now I nappied myself as I didn’t like it when my mum saw me with an erection) the bedwetting was no longer every night either. Then when I was about 18 it seemed to just stop, which was fine.

One night in my early 20s I wet the bed I was sleeping in with my girlfriend - end of girlfriend, but sudden remembrance of wet beds and nappies....I found with some difficulty a supplier of nappies and plastic pants, and was soon back in them again most nights.

I carried on wearing them at night and thinking I was weird until I was in my late 30s - that’s when I discovered the internet and that there were lots of others like me. As soon as I knew it was OK I went back to it with a vengeance. I bought lots of stuff and concentrated hard on proper bedwetting again. I recorded a self hypnosis tape, relaxing my bladder and telling myself how much I loved it - and soon, within about a month, I was effortlessly wetting myself every night, as I had when I was a teen.

That’s where I am now. I do wet every night - I can’t help it. When I wake up in the morning it feels lovely. I totally accept that I’m just a nappied bedwetter, and always will be. Sometimes I wear nappies during the day too, but at the moment I don’t quite want to go to full-time wetting, because of the inconvenience. I’m quite open about my bedwetting - all my family, and any girl friends know, and every morning when I wake up in my wet nappies and plastic pants I am carried back to that day in 1969 when, in one little moment, everything I had previously hated became lovely, and for the first time in my life I was proud to be a nappied bed wetter.

Baby Storm

The first time I remember being in diapers was when I was about five years old. I had gone to stay with my Grandma for a few days{I think it was because my dad got in trouble for fighting with my Mom but I can't remember for sure}. What I do remember is that when it was time for bed my Grandma came into the room with a cloth diaper and a pair of plastic pants. She told me that since I wet the bed I had to wear a diaper. I think she was surprised that I didn't throw a fit but just lay still while she diapered me for the night. I remember that after she left the room I stated jumping on the bed saying. "I'm a diaper boy!" over and over until she came back in and made me go sleep. This went on for the next few nights until my parents came back to get me and my sister Vicki. Then when I was 7 I was playing in this church across the street from where I lived. It was a small town so they didn't bother to lock the doors. I went into the nursery and found some diapers in a drawer. I took the largest one I could find and put it on. It fit a little tightly but I wasn't complaining. I played around in the church for an hour or so in just a diaper then took it off, got dressed and went back home. I went back there several times to play in just a diaper over the next two months but decided to quit one day when somebody came into the church and I barely got out without getting caught. I didn't get to where diapers again until I was 9, my mom got a job so she had to get a babysitter for me {by then my dad had been sent to prison for child and spouse abuse}. My sister had some kind of girl scout thing after school so she usually wasn't at home and whenever she was gone the babysitter {I don't remember her name}would put me in a diaper and let me play in just my diaper until it was time for my sister to get home. I remember that she would rub the front of my diaper all the time, NOT THAT I WAS COMPLAINING, and sometimes she would have me in her lap sucking on her breast. Sometimes she would bottle feed me and she always fed me my food whenever Vicky wasn't home. This went on for a couple of months until we had to move to this little hellhole town named Great Falls in Montana. I left home when I was 13 and went to Seattle. I lived on the streets there or in a youth shelter when it was too cold to sleep out side. I had a lot of fun there and did a lot of drugs and pretty much forgot about my love for diapers for a few years. When I was fifteen I went to Portland, Oregon with some friends to go to a Hemp Fest. I liked Portland so much I decided to stay for awhile. One day I was in this Salvation Army thrift store looking for a coat if I recall. Anyway, I was walking through this one aisle and I saw some adult diapers, until then I didn't even know such a thing existed. After getting up the courage to do so I bought them along with a coat that went past my waist. Taking them up to the counter had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. I put them in my backpack and went down the street to a Wendy's and went into the bathroom. When I got into the bathroom I went into one of the stalls and put one on. As I was walking out of the stall this good looking guy walked up to me and ask why I was wearing a diaper. I didn't know him so I saw no reason to lie to him and told him I just wanted to where them for fun. He was cool with it. We talked for a few minutes and he introduced himself as Trouble. Anyway he bought me dinner and we sat down and talked for awhile, I was in luck, not only was he cute, he was gay, YES!!! Well, we hooked up for about 6 months. He wasn't the daddy type{DAMN!}. but he was cool with my wearing diapers so it wasn't all bad. After we broke up I traveled around the country for awhile, {I've been to almost every state}, wearing diapers whenever I felt like it. This went on for years and then last year, {I'm 26 now}, I went back to Seattle and decide to wear diapers 24-7. I moved to Olympia, Washington last summer and had everybody I knew convinced that I needed to wear diapers all the time. They were all cool with it and only a couple of friends picked on me and that was ok because they were just playing and meant nothing by it. One thing that I forgot to mention is that since I left home I have always had a teddy bear strapped somewhere on my backpack, I even started a fad with the {Gutter Punks}in San Francisco when this one punk saw me sleeping with my teddy. He started to bug me about it so I knocked him out and about 6 weeks later half the street kids in Frisco had teddy bears strapped to there backpacks. In October I went to North Carolina to visit some friends and moved into this type of boarding house. By this time I have gone back to just wearing diapers at night.

Skippy

I1ve always found ways to wear diapers, ever since it was decided that I no longer needed them. I used to borrow my little brothers1, and for a long time I could still fit into Gerber super size baby pants. I think the first time that I let someone see me in diapers was when I was about twelve. I used to go to the big Korvette1s store in New York City where there was a big common dressing room. I got some very strange looks from guys who had never seen such a big boy still wearing diapers and rubber pants.

When I went away to college, I found that the urge to go out wearing just diapers was so strong I decided I had to take the risk. I had found good, babyish disposable diapers by then, which I often wore to bed or under my clothes. So one warm spring afternoon I drove out of town to a mall in the suburbs, went inside to the men1s room, took my shorts off, and threw them into the trash. I was left wearing nothing but a t-shirt, sneakers, and a double-thick disposable diaper. I guess I must have been about nineteen.

I walked out of the bathroom and started toddling back through the busy concourse. At first I was amazed that nobody seemed to notice, but then I began to hear some laughter and comments. I tried to smile at everyone, and that seemed to make it easier for them to take. People figured that it was some kind of joke. I must have spent fifteen minutes walking around the mall before I got back to my car. The whole experience was really exciting, and in a way, kind of a relief.

I1ve spent a lot of time since then going out and about in baby clothes. Mostly I cover up my diapers with pull on shorts and wear babyish stripey t-shirts and red sneakers. In colder weather I wear denim or corduroy overalls. My favorite little boy clothes are shortalls. I have several pairs in different colors, mostly OshKosh, and all with snaps in the crotch for easier diaper changes. I have to carry my own diaper bag, and sometimes people ask me where the baby is. "I1m the baby", I tell them before popping my bottle into my mouth.

When I1ve gone out wearing just diapers, I try to provide people with an excuse for my baby attire - letting them think that I1m involved in some kind of frat hazing or costume party. One scenario that has been fun is where I1ll stop by a convenience store at night and buy a bag of ice. If people give me trouble I act very embarrassed, telling them it1s a costume and I was sent out on a dare. Of course I have worn just diapers at Halloween, and that has always been very fun, even though a little cold.

One of the best times I ever had was when I made up a bunch of flyers advertising a big discount sale at a local baby furniture store. I stood outside a shopping center wearing just diapers and a t-shirt, and told people who asked that my sister was the store manager and that the whole thing was her idea. Everyone was really nice. Some parents told their children that they had better watch out not to grow up still in diapers like me. An older couple were very amused and friendly and let on that they knew what I was really up to. Best of all, a pretty lady told me that I looked "very sexy". When one of the shopping center guards came by to explain that I wasn1t allowed to distribute flyers on their property he was very polite and made no objection to my walking back through the mall to my car. A bunch of teenage girls started following me, asking if I wore Huggies or Luvs, and a couple of them even offered to change me. I don1t think they were as serious as I would have liked, or I would have definitely accepted the offer.

I1ve become a little more shy and careful about wearing only diapers since having a scary experience with a nasty mall security guard. I guess that people had been so nice to me that I got kind of carried away, and thought I could run around anywhere in my diapers. Anyway, I told the guy that I needed to get changed and asked him where the men1s room was. He pointed it out, and I went in to change my too obviously very wet pampers. While I was in the bathroom, he called the police, and when I came out of the stall, all freshly changed and smelling of baby powder, they grabbed me and hustled me into the security office. It was very frightening, and I started crying and telling them that it was all a mistake, just a joke. One of the officers was very tough and went through my diaper bag, asking why I had eight fresh diapers, and a baby bottle full of milk, and a bib, and a pacifier in my bag if it was just a joke. But the chief officer was much kinder, and I guess, thought the whole thing was very funny. He kept laughing and suggesting that they should send me downstairs to the early childhood center...I wish. Actually they made me go talk to a psychiatrist, who lectured me about upsetting other people, and made me feel miserable.

So I haven1t gone wandering around in just diapers with no cover story since then, at least not in up-tight places with private security . But I still have a lot of fun. I went on a road trip last summer, doing overnight camping, and meeting people who seemed to take my babyish appearance in stride. and I did things like go to an amusement park wearing quite obvious diapers and my shortalls, and having a blast on some pretty juvenile rides. MacDonald1s was always ready to serve me Happy Meals, and no one seemed to mind of I wore a bib while I ate. Best of all, the New York State Thruway had diaper changing tables that could comfortably accommodate me. I only did changes late at night when I could be sure that no kids, or for that matter, almost anyone would walk in on me, but it still was incredibly exciting to be sitting up on a changing table in a public restroom with a dirty diaper on. I powdered and wiped myself and changed into another, did up my crotch snaps, and zoomed off down the highway to the next changing table. I must have changed my diapers in every rest stop from Buffalo to Albany.

Since then I1ve worn my baby clothes and diapers in all kinds of places. I1ve gone to other amusement parks and even to Chuck E. Cheese's with friends. I1ve had my picture taken at Wal-Mart and Photo Express wearing OshKoshh shortalls with crotch-snaps, a "Baby Slugger" baseball cap, snap shoulder T-shirt, and extra thick diapers. I told the girls taking the pictures that my girlfriend had made me the outfit for a costume party and that I had promised her some baby pictures they were really sweet about it, and I had a blast.

Last spring I joined Mike Aguilar in a big adventure going to the Bay to Breakers race in San Francisco twelve miles wearing only diapers and a T-shirt, pushing a baby stroller I got to be pushed in the stroller too, but only for a little way. We definitely freaked people out. Some were amused. Others were horrified. Quite a few took no notice at all. I wore diapers and little boy clothes on the whole trip out to California and back. I wore my bib and used my bottle for the snacks on the plane, and changed my diapers whenever necessary using the changing table in the airplane lavatories. O1Hare has great changing tables too. They1re big enough for big babies like me, and they1re kind of private, but not entirely.

It1s all true. I know I1m crazy, but I can1t help thinking that I1m not the only one.

Roger

I had been obsessed with wearing diapers for years and wore them any chance I could get. But today was going to be the first time I ever purchased my own and even though I was in grade 3 I couldn't shake my love of diapers. I had it all planned out (where I would buy them, how much they cost etc.) but I was still a little nervous....

I was determined though and once school was out I bee-lined for the grocery store as fast as my bike would carry me. Even though I had to pee really badly I decided to go straight to the store instead of stopping to use the washroom. I just kept picturing myself in my room happily peeing in my diaper. I entered the store and headed straight for the diaper aisle. I picked up a box of Pampers, toddler plus diapers (the largest they made at that point) and walked to the checkout. The clerk didn't even bat an eye as I paid for my diapers which made me relax a little (I was worried about what I would say if I was asked about them).

I hopped on my bike and rode home, the need to pee building all the time. I rounded the corner of my block, I was home-free. Suddenly fate threw me a curve, my neighbor was in her front yard and came over to talk to me as I was pulling into the driveway. She was 32 and nice enough but her timing was really lousy. As she babbled on about this and that I could feel my bladder was nearly at the bursting point. I was trying to subtly inch away and it seemed to work. Suddenly Barb (neighbor) turned back to me, “So who are the diapers for?” she asked. My mind was racing, she knew my family too well for me to easily come up with a believable story. I stood there holding the box of diapers, staring blankly at Barb when I felt a strange sensation in my crotch. It was a warm, wet sensation...and it was spreading. I WAS PEEING MY PANTS! 

I froze, unable to say or do anything other than pee my pants. Both her gaze and mine fell to my crotch simultaneously as we each confirmed that I was indeed peeing in my pants. When our eyes met again she immediately knew who the diapers were for. She put her arm around me and led me inside her house saying, “Its OK.” She led me to the bathroom, taking the box from my hand, “Now you get cleaned up and give me your pants and underwear so I can put them in the wash.” I pulled down my pants to reveal my white Haynes, stained yellow and soaked with urine. I passed them out to her and she put them in the washer. Next, she opened the bathroom door and led me to the living room and made me lie on the floor. I noticed that she had opened my box of diapers and had one in her hand. As soon as my butt hit the floor she pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes noting how well they fit me. “There you go.” she said. 

I got up and sat down beside her on the couch. We sat together for a couple of minutes in awkward silence before Barb spoke, “I want to ask you something,” she began, “Now you don't need to wear diapers do you? I'm sure your parents would have mentioned it by now. So I assume that you want to wear them and that you bought them yourself because you didn't want your parents to know.” I nodded in agreement. “I thought as much.” she confided. “If you'd like you can come over and wear diapers here anytime.” I looked at her in disbelief, “Really?” I asked. “Of course.” she replied. “Actually, would you mind watching TV for a little bit by yourself while I go to the store?” “OK.” I replied. Barb gave me a glass of juice and patted me on the head before she left. I drank the juice and watched cartoons until she came back.

“Did you miss me?” Barb asked as she walked in carrying a shopping bag and another box of Pampers. After putting down her shopping, Barb asked me to stand up. She stuck her fingers between my diaper and my thigh. When she saw the confused look on my face she said, “Sorry, I was just checking to see if you were wet.” Barb went to put my clothes in the dryer. While she was gone I felt a strong urge to pee, I was just about to get up and go to the washroom when I remembered I was wearing a diaper.

I relaxed my bladder and moments later I was rewarded with a small trickle of pee. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the sensations. As the flow grew I could feel it running down my tiny scrotum where it was absorbed by the diaper's padding. I opened my eyes and looked at my crotch. A dark, yellow patch was spreading across my diaper. I loved the warm, damp, squishy feeling that my diaper now had along with the aroma that only Pampers has, combined with the faint scent of urine. I was still peeing when Barb came back. “How are you doing?” she inquired as she came over and saw the condition of my diaper. “Oh, wet I see. Well come lie down and I'll change that wet diaper for you.” she said, kneeling down and patting the carpet. “I'm still peeing.” I told her. “Oh, well. Why don't you lie down anyway? You can still finish peeing.” I got up and waddled over to Barb and lay down pissing myself the whole time. Once I was lying down and she was kneeling between my legs I finally stopped peeing. “I think we'd better wait a second to make sure that your diaper has absorbed it all. We don't want any leaks.” 

After about a minute she ripped the tapes open and slowly pulled down the front of my diaper. She wiped my crotch with a couple of wet-naps, unfolded one of the Pampers from the open box and switched it for the wet one I was lying on. “Lift up.” she asked, so she could clean my butt. She produced a large container of baby powder, “Don't want you to get a rash...” she commented as she sprinkled me with it. She rubbed it in before drawing the front of my diaper up between my legs and taped it snugly in place. “Stand up and let me see how it fits.” 

I did as I was told and turned around so she could get a good look. “I can't believe how well these diapers fit you. You'd almost think that they were made for 7 year-olds.” There was a full-length mirror nearby, so I took a good look at myself. I looked like your typical 7 year old from the waist up, but where my shirt stopped so did the image of a 7 year old. Instead of shorts or pants the gleaming white plastic backing of Pampers greeted my gaze. >From the waist down I looked like a big toddler, my diaper bulged out in the back and the thickness of the padding prevented me from closing my legs and made me waddle when I walked. The sweet smell of Pampers and baby powder surrounded me and they crinkled loudly every time I moved. I loved the way they felt against my skin, I was in heaven. The only negative thing was having to wait until I had to pee again, I never wanted to pee anywhere but in my diapers again. I remember staring at my reflection, wishing I could wear diapers 24/7 forever. 

Barb gave me a knowing look as if she could read my mind.

My Life by LitlAndy

Well, This is my life's story of how I got into diapers and being an AB. To begin with I should say that as a baby I was well trained and never had to go back into diapers for being naughy. Also I have never been caught by parents or friends who "wouldn't understand" I am currently 21 years of age residing in a city near Toronto Ontario Canada and am still living with my parents (so I'm still in the closet so to say).

I think as a child I've always been interested in diapers. My neibor who I was really good friends with (Caroline) had slept in her crib upto kindergarten. Then they moved to a bigger house and then she had her own room. But anyway we used to pretend to be babies and in the crib together and have play naps, while we pretended to sleep we would also pretent to pee pee our pretend diapers. This was only the begining of my life and I guess the thought stuck.

After they moved away another family came in also with a girl in the house the same age as me. We would play alot outside with the other neibors quite often playing house or school or anything like that. One time when I saw their car pull up I went over and they were un-packing the groceries. Well she carried in a box of pampers and my instant reaction was "Oh you have a baby in the house?" and my friend blushed and explained that she had a kidney problem, or something like that, that was the last of her problems that I ever got. But it gave me a cool idea that children should be kept in diapers at least to the end of grade 6 so they wouldn't interrupt classes, and instead of bathrooms they would be change rooms! This was a fantisy I had for a long time.

At the same time on my family side..my parents went to this church breakfast thing that happened each month but at a different church each time. Well my parents would take me along since I was still too young to be left alone at home. I would have breakfast with everybody and then when the bible study started I would go off exploring...ususally to the nursery. At one church after breakfast I wandered into the nursery and they had a big chest with draws. So I started going through them being curious as I am. When I hit about the third draw I had opened to find it packed with lots and lots of diapers. Well I pulled one out and opened it up and felt the softness of the diaper. Then a thought hit me..why not try using it? I folded it back up, put it in my pants and walked off to the bathroom which was next door. I went into one of the stalls and tried on the diaper..of course it didn't fit so

I "sat" on the diaper on the toilet trying to wet it. Well most of the time I would end up just "dribbling" out alittle. You see trying to "untrain" myself was very hard for me. After trying I would just throw it in the trash can. One time however (to me this is a milestone on my journey to becomming an AB) I had aquired a huggies supper think toddler diaper and was again in the bathroom stall sitting on the diaper..well I was pushing away trying to take a piss into the diaper and what happens? I pushed too hard and dropped a load into the diaper which to me felt really pleasing.

The next stage of my trip into becomming an AB happened some years later when I was about 12-14 or so. I had got into some babysitting gigs. At one childs house who was about 2 years old, once the kid was down to bed, I grabbed to diapers and put them into my underware. I figured the kid would either not notice or really care. Well I had drank alot of water and was just waiting to let go. I had gone back into the kid's room to read him a bed time story, half way through the story I urge came, but every time I though about what

I was about to do the urge dissappeard. To continue I finished his story told him to go to sleep and I went down stair (with the diaper still in my underwear). I went into the kitchen and started running some water for a glass to drink hoping the drink would set me off, but much to my happiness just seeing the water flow made me go..I felt the diaper take the liquid..mmm It was nice and now that I look back..I was really lucky it didn't leak.

As I got older the sitting jobs got less and less. I started buying diapers and sneaking them into the house and played with those for quite some time. Then the next milestone came by (think I was in grade 9) I saw a advert of Depend on TV. I never had thought something like an adult diaper existed. After some time I finnly got the courage to go into a drug store and bought some depends (small), one problem they were really small too small.they didn't fit so that pak was wasted..the next pak was a medium and they fitted nicely..I was in heaven!

After high school I was off to college. I went to a student house where I had my own room and this is where the fun really began. I had my diapers

and my privacy. I still liked messing my diapers on occation wich I found fun. Until I saw welcome to wellville I never knew what an enema was...well after seeing the movie I wandered what it would be like. So I hit a drug store and bought an enema bag. gave myself an enema, put on a diaper and waited..I was great..I felt like a little baby..unable to control my bowels and just filling the diaper..it's quite the experience. Well that's about as far as I have ever experimented with. I'm still waiting to find a mommy or a daddy to make me feel like a real AB and continue my experimenting.

Well That's my story in a hell of a big nutshell...Cheers

Herb Stevens

My Diaper History

I'm in my late 20's and have worn diapers for quite a while. My background in a summary goes like this. My brother when he was younger had a problem with accidents and was aggressively forced to wear diapers for quite a while during his childhood. I also had a problem with accidents when I was younger, and for a while was getting away with it, and tried my hardest to control myself. After a while Mom told me that I would be treated like a baby all day long if I continue to have these accidents. While I was in the kitchen, unfortunately Mom went into my room and began unpacking bags and was up

there quite a while. Mom then told me to come upstairs into my room and to my astonishment, Mom had setup up a changing table

with all baby accessories, powder ,lotion, wipes and had also placed a new diaper for me. I told Mom that I did not want this.

Mom then lifted me up to the table, .pulled my pants down and proceeded to clean me, change me into a diaper and told

me that until I stopped having accidents I would stay in a diaper and under no circumstance whatsoever am I able to urinate or have a bowel movement in the toilet until I would promise to my mother that i would never have a accident again and until then even more humiliating was that every baby gets changed by his mom so that she would come in and change me. After many years of no accidents, I moved out and have decided for the purpose of just in case of a accident at night and during the day, when alone I have worn diapers. Now I enjoy wearing them. I now powder my bottom just in case Hope that I did not bore you, just a little FYI

I asked my mother if I could have friends over to the house and she said yes(this was the first time that I was in diapers). My mother said yes but she said under no circumstance was I to use the toilet for bm. or urinating, I was to tell mom and then got with her to my room to get cleaned and changed. I said ok, reluctantly. I then had my friends over and felt very weird that I was unable to have them up to my room because of my changing table and cleaning products. After my friends came over, we played ball for a while and during that time I drink a little soda and a sandwich. After a while I felt uncomfortable and had to go to the bathroom. I then went over to mom and told her that I had to go, and then went toward the bathroom and mom got to me first, and told me that was not able to use the toilet and by that time I had done my business in my diaper, so uncomfortable. Mom then told me to get on the changing table, my mother then took off my pants and untaped my diaper. At that time I would only hope that she would either hurry up and clean me up and put a new diaper on me or put a new pair of underpants on me. My luck first came the powder, then the lotion and then mom told me to sit up for a moment while she slide a diaper under me. I did as told. She then taped me up and redressed me.

While I was put back into diapers, I would have no choice while at home or outside but to tell mom that I had to go and it was time for a change. I remember one time that both mom and I were in a store shopping and I had just had a big lunch and something to drink. After a while I had to go to the bathroom, Mom saw that I had to go. She asked the salesperson for the ladies room,

Mom also knew that they had a changing table with cleaning products in the ladies room. She told me that I was to use my diaper and when we got to the ladies room that I was to get changed there. So then Mom and I went to the ladies room and luckily no one else was there at the time, Mom then told me to get on the changing table and then she pulled off my pants

and then untapped my diaper and cleaned me up and slid a diaper on me. I was so embarrassed. Mom while changing me would tell me that since I'm having accidents like a baby that she would treat me like one. If I continued to have these accidents that I would get a spanking.. Mom occasionally would tap my behind to see if I went, or make sure that I drank to the extent that I had no choice but to use my diaper to go.

When I went to school I was privileged to use regular underpants, but the very instant I would walk in the door Mom took me into my room told me to lay down and began to check me for accidents and then placed a diaper on me. The only true enjoyment that I did not mind while wearing diapers was when Mom would sprinkle powder on me, because of the clean smell that it would give me after I would have an accident.

While being changed Mom would also give a massage with rubbing alcohol which I would enjoy.

When I was younger and in diapers I asked to be changed standing up but Mom would insist that I must lay down on the changing table and be treated like a baby. I would ask Mom often for this request and after a while she would either tell me to be quiet or she would put a pacifier in my mouth or give me a spanking. I would not always go along with what she had requested and was forced to use a pacifier while changing me. It also seamed the more that elapsed while wearing diapers, the more I take care of business in them while at home. After a while of being in diapers, I would also Mom for underpants and she insisted that I wear diapers until I would not have accidents. This did not happen because my instincts were to do it in the diaper and not in the diaper.

On some occasions I have gone outside in diapers underneath my pants. These times have been far and few between because I do not have enough courage as of yet to do it often. I wish that I had a companion to change me and check to see when I was wet.

Mom and Dad had to travel much and to keep the house together, Mom had a nanny named Jenny for me. She was very nice. Mom would tell me and the nanny that all baby's take daily naps and have pacifier's and that I was to take a nap daily and that the nanny was to check on me for wetness or any accident while I was sleeping. If I did not take nap, Mom told Jenny to keep a list and that for every day that I did not have one she would extend the time that I was in diapers. Jenny told me that these were Mom instructions and that I was to do it or pay the consequences. So I gave in and had a pacifier and my nap, but not in my bed but in a big crib. It was uncomfortable but I had no choice. While dozing off and after having lunch, I was about to have an accident and Jenny insisted that I have it in my diaper and she would change me. Well I had no choice, Jenny told me to get on the changing table and she continued to undress me and take out a clean diaper, powder and lotion. I told Jenny that Mom usually gives my a massage with rubbing alcohol after changes and it soothes me and I would prefer if she would also. Jenny continued to change me and clean me up. Jenny apologized that she had to do this, but was told to do so by Mom. As of today I do not have anyone to change my diaper, but would like to share this with someone in the future.

My brother knew about how I was being treated because of his prior experiences. He knew that he had to go along Moms commands or she would yell at him. He would be told to check on me and make sure that I would not use the bathroom and have my business in my diapers. I thought one time that I was able to go the bathroom without Mom knowing while she was away. I had just gone over to a friends house and my brother cam along. Only because so he could keep an eye on me and take care of me. One time after a gathering with friends and eating much and drinking. I had to go bad. I held it as long as possible. While not knowing, one of my friends by accident had opened my bag and had seen my diapers, powder and lotion. I was so embarrassed. I tried to explain to them that I was forced back into diapers indefinitely by my mother. Luckily my friend understood and said when he was younger he wet his bed but was able to control himself after a while. Well after that my brother took me into the bathroom and told me to undress and he will change me. This was the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me. He told me to lay down and he slid a clean diaper under me. My Dad's partake in the activity would be close to same.

Herb Stevens

My Diaper History

I'm in my late 20's and have worn diapers for quite a while. My background in a summary goes like this. My brother when he was younger had a problem with accidents and was aggressively forced to wear diapers for quite a while during his childhood. I also had a problem with accidents when I was younger, and for a while was getting away with it, and tried my hardest to control myself. After a while Mom told me that I would be treated like a baby all day long if I continue to have these accidents. While I was in the kitchen, unfortunately Mom went into my room and began unpacking bags and was up

there quite a while. Mom then told me to come upstairs into my room and to my astonishment, Mom had setup up a changing table

with all baby accessories, powder ,lotion, wipes and had also placed a new diaper for me. I told Mom that I did not want this.

Mom then lifted me up to the table, .pulled my pants down and proceeded to clean me, change me into a diaper and told

me that until I stopped having accidents I would stay in a diaper and under no circumstance whatsoever am I able to urinate or have a bowel movement in the toilet until I would promise to my mother that i would never have a accident again and until then even more humiliating was that every baby gets changed by his mom so that she would come in and change me. After many years of no accidents, I moved out and have decided for the purpose of just in case of a accident at night and during the day, when alone I have worn diapers. Now I enjoy wearing them. I now powder my bottom just in case Hope that I did not bore you, just a little FYI

I asked my mother if I could have friends over to the house and she said yes(this was the first time that I was in diapers). My mother said yes but she said under no circumstance was I to use the toilet for bm. or urinating, I was to tell mom and then got with her to my room to get cleaned and changed. I said ok, reluctantly. I then had my friends over and felt very weird that I was unable to have them up to my room because of my changing table and cleaning products. After my friends came over, we played ball for a while and during that time I drink a little soda and a sandwich. After a while I felt uncomfortable and had to go to the bathroom. I then went over to mom and told her that I had to go, and then went toward the bathroom and mom got to me first, and told me that was not able to use the toilet and by that time I had done my business in my diaper, so uncomfortable. Mom then told me to get on the changing table, my mother then took off my pants and untaped my diaper. At that time I would only hope that she would either hurry up and clean me up and put a new diaper on me or put a new pair of underpants on me. My luck first came the powder, then the lotion and then mom told me to sit up for a moment while she slide a diaper under me. I did as told. She then taped me up and redressed me.

While I was put back into diapers, I would have no choice while at home or outside but to tell mom that I had to go and it was time for a change. I remember one time that both mom and I were in a store shopping and I had just had a big lunch and something to drink. After a while I had to go to the bathroom, Mom saw that I had to go. She asked the salesperson for the ladies room,

Mom also knew that they had a changing table with cleaning products in the ladies room. She told me that I was to use my diaper and when we got to the ladies room that I was to get changed there. So then Mom and I went to the ladies room and luckily no one else was there at the time, Mom then told me to get on the changing table and then she pulled off my pants

and then untapped my diaper and cleaned me up and slid a diaper on me. I was so embarrassed. Mom while changing me would tell me that since I'm having accidents like a baby that she would treat me like one. If I continued to have these accidents that I would get a spanking.. Mom occasionally would tap my behind to see if I went, or make sure that I drank to the extent that I had no choice but to use my diaper to go.

When I went to school I was privileged to use regular underpants, but the very instant I would walk in the door Mom took me into my room told me to lay down and began to check me for accidents and then placed a diaper on me. The only true enjoyment that I did not mind while wearing diapers was when Mom would sprinkle powder on me, because of the clean smell that it would give me after I would have an accident.

While being changed Mom would also give a massage with rubbing alcohol which I would enjoy.

When I was younger and in diapers I asked to be changed standing up but Mom would insist that I must lay down on the changing table and be treated like a baby. I would ask Mom often for this request and after a while she would either tell me to be quiet or she would put a pacifier in my mouth or give me a spanking. I would not always go along with what she had requested and was forced to use a pacifier while changing me. It also seamed the more that elapsed while wearing diapers, the more I take care of business in them while at home. After a while of being in diapers, I would also Mom for underpants and she insisted that I wear diapers until I would not have accidents. This did not happen because my instincts were to do it in the diaper and not in the diaper.

On some occasions I have gone outside in diapers underneath my pants. These times have been far and few between because I do not have enough courage as of yet to do it often. I wish that I had a companion to change me and check to see when I was wet.

Mom and Dad had to travel much and to keep the house together, Mom had a nanny named Jenny for me. She was very nice. Mom would tell me and the nanny that all baby's take daily naps and have pacifier's and that I was to take a nap daily and that the nanny was to check on me for wetness or any accident while I was sleeping. If I did not take nap, Mom told Jenny to keep a list and that for every day that I did not have one she would extend the time that I was in diapers. Jenny told me that these were Mom instructions and that I was to do it or pay the consequences. So I gave in and had a pacifier and my nap, but not in my bed but in a big crib. It was uncomfortable but I had no choice. While dozing off and after having lunch, I was about to have an accident and Jenny insisted that I have it in my diaper and she would change me. Well I had no choice, Jenny told me to get on the changing table and she continued to undress me and take out a clean diaper, powder and lotion. I told Jenny that Mom usually gives my a massage with rubbing alcohol after changes and it soothes me and I would prefer if she would also. Jenny continued to change me and clean me up. Jenny apologized that she had to do this, but was told to do so by Mom. As of today I do not have anyone to change my diaper, but would like to share this with someone in the future.

My brother knew about how I was being treated because of his prior experiences. He knew that he had to go along Moms commands or she would yell at him. He would be told to check on me and make sure that I would not use the bathroom and have my business in my diapers. I thought one time that I was able to go the bathroom without Mom knowing while she was away. I had just gone over to a friends house and my brother cam along. Only because so he could keep an eye on me and take care of me. One time after a gathering with friends and eating much and drinking. I had to go bad. I held it as long as possible. While not knowing, one of my friends by accident had opened my bag and had seen my diapers, powder and lotion. I was so embarrassed. I tried to explain to them that I was forced back into diapers indefinitely by my mother. Luckily my friend understood and said when he was younger he wet his bed but was able to control himself after a while. Well after that my brother took me into the bathroom and told me to undress and he will change me. This was the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me. He told me to lay down and he slid a clean diaper under me. My Dad's partake in the activity would be close to same.

John

I have been a bedwetter my whole life. I wore diapers until I was 6 then mom put a plastic sheet on my bed to control the wetting. This continued until I was 10, on my 10th birthday mom told me after dinner that I still has another present coming. My 2 brothers laughed, so I was worried. I was told to go potty, and then report to my parents room.

I did as instructed and when I got to moms room mom had a bag of toddler diapers, and the baby powder waiting. I cried that I was not a baby, and was rewarded with a pacifier being placed into my mouth. I was then diapered, and told to go kiss daddy and my big brothers good night. It wasn't till I got downstairs, that I realized mom called my younger brothers my big brothers. I kissed dad good night, and then mom told me it was bed time.

I protested that I was 10, and Davy was 8 and Robert was 5, why should I go to bed first. Mom produced my paci from her house coat and announced that the baby was getting cranky, so she was right this new bedtime was needed. I cried myself to sleep for the first of many times.

I was happy when I woke up in the morning, as I felt the dry bed, mommy then stuck her fingers inside the diaper, and announced that I was wet, but could eat breakfast before being changed. I couldn't believe that mom was going to make me eat in a very wet diaper, but she did. Davy and Robby were besides themselves, with laughter and mom finally threatened them if they did not stop.

I was not a happy camper, but soon ate my cereal, and requested to leave the table, (This is a must even now at my parents house.) Mom told me, no as she did not want my diapers to leak on the furniture, and I should just sit there and she would change me as soon as she could.

This continued for 2 months and then at Christmas, mom told me that they bought me a new mattress for my bed, I was surprised as dad always said I needed to grow up and stop wetting and then I would get a new bed. I soon found out they bought me a hospital mattress, with plastic cover all over. I cried again that night, and begged mom to return my old mattress.

I then decided that two could play this game, and that night I messed my diapers, let mom deal with them in the morning, was my thoughts. I was made to eat breakfast before being changed, and by the time I had a rash that wouldn't stop. Mom laughed at me, as she changed me saying the big baby got a nice diaper rash, and it served me right. She took my messy diaper off, and made me bathe while she got some new baby things for me.

I was taken to the back of the house and placed into the bathtub to get changed. I was then giving a bath, after which I was diapered as a punishment. I protested that I was not a daytime wetter, but Mom pointed out that, "babies who mess in their diapers must need them all day long." Boy, talk about having the tables turned, I was now forced wear diapers all day and this continued for the whole Christmas break.

Christmas morning, I was made to open all my new baby stuff while still in my wet nighttime diapers, and I couldn't believe it, I was getting all toys and clothes for a big 2 yr. old. My brothers laughed at me, and Mom didn't even stop them. I got my first onesies, footed Pj's as well as outfits with snaps to make babies changes easier. Mom told me she found a hospital supply store that sold clothes for handicapped children, and I sure acted like I was one.

The whole break I was babied 24/7 and the night before school was to start Mom told me if I had anymore poopy diapers or daytime accidents I would wear diapers and some of my new clothes to school. Needless to say, at that time, this scared me into no more poopy pants, and if I had a daytime accident, I hid it as well as a preteen could. Looking back I guess it might have been fun to be a big baby but I was a big scaredy-cat and I didn't want my friends to know.

Jeremy

I began wearing diapers again after my brother, who is a year older then me, took some from my aunt's house, where she had a baby, and dared me to wear them. This was at the age of 7 or8. I was hooked on them after this point and tried many ways to get my hands on some. Then my mom got remarried and had a baby so I took some every weekend I visited her. This went on until I was 11 and started babysitting for my dad's friend who had a kid that was not potty trained at the age of 4 and wore Pull-Ups, so I took some. I wore the Pull-Ups but they were nothing like diapers to me.

At the age of 12 I moved to Wisconsin and had no way to get diapers. I meet this kid in school who hooked me up with one of the moms he was babysitting for, and gave me the job. On my second time babysitting I got there before they got home and had a key, so I let myself in and look around the house. On the kitchen table was a bag from Wal-Mart with two packages of extra large Pull-Ups. I started to wonder who they where for since the kids I babysat were 8 and 10. They got home and the mom explained to me that the 8-year-old started wetting the bed and they were for him. I got really excited because I got to help him with his Pull-Up. He then switched to Goodnites for the next year and a half; all the while I was taking some every so often.

My dad almost caught me in diapers when I was 13. He came home from work early and I had on a Goodnite. I pulled on some pants and left the apartment and took it off. I lost my place to get them from when I stop babysitting. I got a job part-time at a restaurant. We moved in to a house where I had my own room and got some size 4 diapers, but they were too small, so I taped two of them together.

I got up the nerve and went to the small mall in town to a family dollar store and bought some extra large baby diapers. I had to then share a room with my Dad's girlfriend's boy. so I hid them on the side of my waterbed under a bunch of junk. This is when I was 17. One day I came home from school and my dad's girlfriend cleaned my and her son's room, finding my diapers aside my bed and asking me what they were for. As it was around homecoming, I said they were to stick on teachers' cars. I don't know if she ever told my dad because nothing more was ever said about them. I took them and hid them in my locked gun cabinet.

At the age of 18 my dad moved back to Minnesota with my brother and I got to live in the house alone till I move to go to college. I ordered some diapers on the Internet and had a good old time until I moved to the other side of Wisconsin to my own apartment. I wore Goodnites and small adult diapers every night for the next two years. I bought some baby bottles, tried the hypnosis tapes to make you wet and bought some adult baby clothes.

At the age of 20 I moved back to Minnesota after I got my two- year degree to look for a job. I got rid of most my AB items except the diapers which I buried in boxes and got them by my dad to my new apartment where I lived with my brothers. It was kind of covert diaper- wearing for the next year.

Now I live with one brother and he pretty much stays in his room so I wear diapers all the time. I got some more AB clothing and other items.

Will

I've always had a love for diapers, but was never really able to explore it until I was about 12. I had just recently moved, and as luck would have it, met a very good friend. He had a mental handicapped sister, who wore diapers. Once I had discovered where her diapers were kept, I would sneak out of my house when I was home from school and steal some. I kept this up for about 2 years, no one ever catching me. When I was 14 thought, my life got a little messy. My sister was killed in a car crash and my parents separated, mother getting full custody, father leaving, never to be seen again. I exited normal school and entered a 1 day a week program, my mother stopped working due to the large amount of money she had received from the divorce and death. She seemed a little edgy but overall, pretty good emotionally for what had happened. Around this time I decided to stop stealing from my friend and start buying my diapers after discovering that a local store carried depends. One day, I bought 3 packs of "disposable underwear" pretty much pull-ups. When I got home, I realized how thin they were, I read on the back they were meant to be discreet, so without hesitation I put one on under my normal boxers. My mom never seemed to notice that I had them on underneath. I used them for the purposes they're meant for and changed myself in my room. When I ran out of diapers though, I started wetting and messing myself, I hadn't realized I had become incontinent from wearing diapers 24/7. I told my mom that is was from all the emotional stress, she bought it. I stopped wearing diapers and potty trained myself again, I stopped wetting after that. One night while coming home from the local bowling alley, an arcade is located there I played DDR a lot, I was riding my bike along when I noticed a telephone pole and one of those large green metal boxes made a passage too small for my bike, I went around. As I came back up on the sidewalk I didn't notice the nearly invisible metal wire in front of me. I plowed right into it, it knocked me out. I awoke in the ambulance, they said that my leg was broken and a few serious blows to abdomen where apparent. After surgery it was discovered that the blows to my abdomen had severed the nerves controlling the muscles surrounding both the bowels and bladder, it was impossible to fix. Under medical order I was diapered. During my stay at the hospital a nurse would change me, when I got home my mom did. Since I only went to school one day a week I didn't have to worry about that. Most of my friends accepted me as I was. I stopped playing DDR after discovering how much the diaper crinkled when I moved as much as I did. Currently I'm diapered 24/7, completely incontinent due to my bicycle accident. My mother changes me when I need it, the doctors say the nerves may re-align after many years but the muscles would never reach they're full functioning capabilities every again, I was diapered for life.

Gary

My first sensual experience that I can still recall vividly was when I was about 7. I was playing with my older brother and sister. We were playing doctors and nurses and we had decided that I would be a baby and I had put a nappy on inside my pants whilst we played, when a little while later, our mother then called for us to come downstairs for our tea. Now obviously at this point in our parent's lives, things were fairly stressed with four young children and the slightest thing could easily result in an unprovoked verbal assault on any of us. I decided it best to quickly remove the nappy from under my trousers by pulling it out. Although I did not understand at the time, the terry nappy rubbing over my genitals as I pulled it out aroused me. As I child with a baby brother, we were asked at times to help such as taking wet nappies upstairs to the bathroom. I always found this extremely distasteful and would avoid the chore wherever possible.

There were several younger children who lived in our street, who played outside with us some of whom some were still in nappies and as you all know, in the early 70's nappies were big bulky things that were on show to everybody. Somewhere around this time, I started to wonder what it was like to wear a dirty nappy and started private experiments by lining my pants with toilet paper and poohing myself. This progressed to the point where I got hold of a proper nappy and nappy pins, I used that lined with toilet paper instead. I then went on to making improvised waterproof pants by using carrier bags with corners cut off and it was at this point that I started wetting my nappy as well.

I realised that I needed some baby rubbers to over my nappy to do it properly. I had seen in the village wool shop that they sold them, so I finally plucked up the courage to go and buy a pair. I went into the shop and asked the lady behind the counter for a pair of baby rubbers. She asked me what size I needed. I had not thought about this one so quickly told her that they were for my two year old cousin and she gave me a pair of size medium. I paid for them then got out quickly. I then immediately went home and tried them on. Fortunately I wasn't very big and they just about fit over my nappy, but at least they were nice and tight. My nappy wetting then became my main obsession.

On one occasion when I was 11, I had decided to cycle into the next village to get my baby pants so at least I stood a better chance of not knowing anybody. I had seen through the window that they sold baby pants, so I walked into the shop and asked for two pairs of large. The lady was just serving me when my mates sister Sue appeared from round the back of the store, she saw what I was buying and asked if they were for me. I made some lame excuse about running an errand for my mom when a little girl of about 3, who was also in the shop asked if my mommy had a baby. I said that she didn't but my Aunty who was visiting did and she needed them for him. Sue took over the sale and asked how old the baby was, I told her that he was nearly four to which she replied that I would be needing a larger pair, she then showed me some extra large baby pants called Kintal and said that these were really good for older boys. I then quickly made my purchase and was about to get out as fast a!

s I could but not before Sue whispered in my ear. She told me to look at the back of the little girls shorts which I did, she then pointed out how you could see that her nappy was just visible below the line of her shorts which it was. Sue then went on to say that she could see my nappy under my shorts in the same way, but my secret was safe with her. Fortunately Sue was a bit older than me and already left school, I didn't see her again for a long time after but it was still the fist time that I ever got caught.

One day when my sister and I were out on a cycle ride, she commented that there were wet patches at the back of my legs so we stopped and she then noticed that my trousers were very bulky and soon figured that I was wearing a nappy which was obviously wet. My mom then found my secret stash as well and she confronted me about what was going on and we went to see our local GP. He referred me to see a sexual psychologist who told me straight that she had never heard of anything like this before and tried me on relaxation therapy and asked me to think of nasty things every time I masturbated in a nappy and then to think of nice things when I masturbated over girlie mags. I went to see this psychologist regularly for about three months; even wearing my nappy on some visits, but decided to stop, as it was making no difference to my nappy regime. My mom agreed with my decision and said she would see how I went on, as she did not really think it would be a problem until I was about !

20 and by that point I would probably have grown out of the habit anyway.

Now that my mom new about my nappies and we had been to see the doctors, she was a bit more relaxed about it and allowed me to wear them and even helped me by washing my nappies for me. My mom always new when I was wearing a nappy but never got involved with it. All through this period of my life I never really had a proper girlfriend, as I was always a very shy person.

In the summer of that year we went to Canada to see my Aunt and Uncle and that was going to involve a 6-hour flight. By this time, the only time that I wasn't wearing a nappy was when I was at school and my mom knew this as well. She came up with a plan on what we were going to do. She told my brothers and sister that I had a problem with my wetting and that I would have to wear a nappy at times in order to get better. This now meant that I could openly wear my nappies around the house and also I could take them on holiday with us. Mom told she that we would have to go shopping for some special things for me before we went away.

On the morning that we were leaving my mom came into my room and woke me up. She then pulled the covers back and told me to lift up whilst slid a changing pad under me. She then took my rubbers and wet nappy off and took me into the bathroom and proceeded to give me a good thorough cleaning. Whilst she was doing this she told me that whilst we were away, that she would look after my nappy changes for me. She then told me to get out of the bath and she dried me off with a big towel. Next she took me back in to my bedroom and she was carrying a big blue bag that looked like a big handbag. Once in my bedroom she got me to lie back down on the pad and she pulled out a clean nappy from her bag and proceeded to pin it on me, followed by a new pair of baby pants which were much bigger than I had been getting myself and fit me easily. After that she then told me to finish getting dressed into the clothes that she had left out for me. Once I was dressed, I went downstairs to have my breakfast and then we were off.

When we got to the airport, we were all really excited, as it was the first time that any of us had ever been on an aeroplane. We had to wait for about two hours before we finally got on to the plane, naturally I had already wet my nappy several times by this point, that said when we did finally take off I wet again with all the excitement.

About two hours into the flight, my brothers and sister had already been to the toilet when my mom got up with her big blue bag and told me to come with her. We went off down towards the back of the plane and into one of the toilets. Mom sat down on the toilet seat lid and pulled my trousers down to check my nappy. Rightly so she had guessed that I was wet and pulled my rubbers down and unpinned my that which she put inside a small polythene bag from a dispenser roll on the wall. Mom then wiped me down with a wet tissue and rubbed some baby lotion around my bottom and between my legs. Mom then pulled out a white rectangle thing covered in plastic from another dispenser and opened it up, she told me it was a disposable nappy and its what they use in Canada. Mom then pulled it up between my legs and fastened it shut with some tapes on either side. It made a funny crinkling noise whenever I moved but it felt quite comfy. I pulled my rubbers back up over my nappy and then pulled my trousers up as well, you could still tell that I was wearing a nappy but not so obvious as my terry nappies.

In Canada was just great. My uncle and aunt had three children, two boys, Simon and David and the youngest was a girl called Sammy and she was nearly 5. We said our hellos and took our bags in and then sorted out the sleeping arrangements. They lived in quite a big house with a lot of smallish bedrooms, but even so, my mom told me that I would be sharing with Sammy. It soon became obvious why as Sammy was also wearing nappies 24/7.

Sammy and I got on really well together once we had each discovered what we had in common. I soon found out that her toilet habits were just as deliberate as mine and we both had great fun just being babies as we put it. I spent the whole two weeks just wetting and messing as I felt like it, with either my mom or my aunty changing me as required.

When I was 19 my life changed following an accident that left me unconscious for three weeks and in hospital for three months. After I had been discharged, I found myself in a wheelchair for about 3 months. It was at this point that I realised nappies and rubbers were also very convenient and I was back to wearing them 24/7. Mom did not mind, as she was just pleased to have me home. My bed was moved downstairs into the lounge so that I did not have to try and negotiate the staircase because I was still very weak and my leg and arm were both in castes. Mom even arranged for a nurse to come in and get me washed and changed each morning, whilst she was at work.

It was whilst I was in my wheelchair that I met up with and old girlfriend and we had a second brief relationship. She used to push me round some of the local pubs and I would easily get drunk. I had no worries about toilet issues, as she always made sure that I had on clean and thick nappies before taking me out. She would tease me endlessly, in private, about the bulge in my trousers and always had her hand in there playing with me whenever she got the chance. She would milk me dry on a regular basis and usually several times a night.

I suddenly found that I was a very confident person, overconfident even and was soon leaving a trail of ex- girlfriends behind me. I was always very careful to keep my baby life very secret. Then I met the girl who made my head spin and after we had been together for about two months I decided to tell her of my secret life. She was not at all impressed by what I told her and she finished our relationship about a month later. I went through a period of depression following her departure and spent most of my time staring at my beer. Then this girl in the pub started giving me lifts home and we got to chat about everything, she was a nanny who looked after three children aged between 1 and 3. On some occasions we stopped in deserted parts of town to have sex as purely a physical thing as neither of us were in a relationship. I was only wearing my nappies occasionally at this point and without even thinking one night we stopped for sex. We started all the normal kissing and cuddling with me not really thinking about what was about to happen, when she put her hands down between my legs and found my nappy. Undaunted by this she asked if baby needed his nappy changing. I was mortified but she carried on and had sex with me, then afterwards she pulled a clean nappy out of her bag pinned it on me and took me home. We carried on like this for about 4 months until I met somebody else.

3 months later when that relationship went down the tubes due to lack of comprehension and understanding, I went back to my understanding casual sex partner. I went on like this for three years and about 7 relationships until I get engaged to somebody else who said she understood me and didn't mind my wearing nappies. That is until she got pregnant and met somebody else and that relationship went spiraling down the tubes followed quickly by an abortion. Again I went back to my understanding casual sex partner and we moved in together. That lasted 3 days and she went back home because she couldn't handle the extra driving of where we had moved to and I have never seen her since.

Then I met my current partner, I told her all about myself from day one. She is three years older than me and a divorcee with a couple of disastrous relationships behind her. At first she was happy to help and did everything she could, even changing my nappy as needed. She never liked me soiling my nappies and asked me stop doing that which I did. We were soon engaged and went on holiday together camping in Wales. She let me wear nappies the whole time we were away and as I hate public toilets, she said I could use my nappy as I wished provided I changed myself straight away. Our annual camping trips have gone on like this ever since. I will wear a nappy 24/7 whilst we are on holiday and use it for everything, provided that I don't embarrass her. This means that I wet whenever I feel like it but only mess when I can go and deal with it straight away.

We have lots of friends who know that I wear nappies, one couple in particular couple that live by the sea with their now 12 year old daughter and 3-year-old son. On one occasion, I had taken the little boy to the beach by ourselves. I had received strict instructions to take his shoes and socks off if he wanted to go paddling which I did. He was soon splashing about in the water up to his knees and a couple of waves caught him up to waist height. I had been paddling with him and found a hidden trench in the sand which I stumbled into up to my waist height as well. We were not overly upset by these incidents and soon decided to return home, both pleased with the fun that we had. As we walked back down the drive of his house my wife and his mom were both in the front garden and both saw us and burst into hysterics. Unbeknown to me, we both had waterlogged nappies that were hanging nearly round our knees, even the casual observer could see that we were both wearing very wet nappies.

It was at this point in the little boys life that he was just working out what to do with clothes. He would sit there in a morning as his mom dressed him saying "trousers on", "socks on", "shirt on" and whatever else he was being dressed in. On one morning he walked in on me as I was just getting dressed and he saw me lying on the bed. He then started his familiar chant with "Gary's nappy on" as I pinned my terry nappy around my waist, "Gary's pants on" as I pulled my rubbers up over my nappy and he then went to describe every other item of clothing that I was wearing.

The following day it was raining really heavily and I had taken the daughter and her father into town and dropped them off. When I got back, in the time it took me to get out of the car and into the house, I got completely soaked. Our friend casually told me to take my wet clothes so that she could dry them for me. I tried to object but she pointed out everybody knew I was wearing nappy anyway so what was the problem. I was soon stripped down to just my nappy without another word.

Diapers and Me, By Stilldry2000

I was about 10 or 11 when it all started you see as a child I suffered from really bad ezxema and asthma and things reached a head in the October of 1974 when my skin was in a terrible state. I was supposed to be going to school when my mum informed me that because of the condition of my skin we were going to the doctors instead.
This came as pure relief to me as I was having a torrid time at school being called names like scabby and flaky etc, and I had no real friends as everyone thought my condition was catching rather than an overactive ammune system. Anyhow on that day we went to the doctors and I had to strip to my underwear the doc was horrified and arranged for me to see a skin specialist.

The only appointment he could get for me though was about 3 weeks away it was at this point my fate was sealed as he said he was not happy with the delay in me getting the appointment and suggested to my mum that she could start the ball rolling by making me wear scratch mittens as well as a regime of luke warm baths ointment and some mild sedatives to help me relax I was also to be signed off from school until the problems where resolved.

This all in all did not seem to bad to me as I only had to bath twice a day slap some cream on and wear mittens I did not consider for one moment the implications of these mittens and what I could not do whilst I was wearing them.

After a short bus ride into town we went to the chemist to collect my ointment and tablets it's then when my mum asked the assistant if they sold larger sized nappies and pants but having younger sisters and a brother I just assumed this stuff was for one of them and not me.

And so it started I stripped and bathed rubbed in the ointment under my mothers supervision and then the mittens went on my hands all of a sudden became completely useless. It's at this point my mum said right then lets go and pot your nappy on now then. I stood there in the bath room with a look of total disbelief on my face I tried to but up resistance to stop this from happening as I was no longer a baby and did not want to be made to wear a nappy.

Then my mum explained that because I had the mittens on I would be unable to go to the toilet by my self and that the tablets from the doctor would make me really sleepy most of the time and because she had other things to be doing did not want to be running after me all the time so a nappy was what she considered to be the best solution.

With reluctance I conceded and my mum pinned me into a thick terry nappy telling me not to worry and to use it if I needed to and to remember all of this was so that I could not scratch at my skin and give it time to heal and get better.
Shortly after that point I took my tablet as directed and the next thing I remember is it was suddenly about 6 hours later and I'm laying there in a wet nappy. I just lay there and cried feeling really sorry for myself for what seemed like hours.

Now I look back and I can see why I still wear nappies when ever I feel overtired or stressed out its for the comfort and reassurance they give me that ever thing will be ok in the end.

My wife knows all about it although I don't think she really understands it's all a little unnatural to here so she kind of just turns and blind eye to it in the vane hope that one day I'll stop wearing nappies. But I doubt I ever will they seem to give me to much comfort and pleasure. And it's a real buzz to just stand there and wet yourself in public when no one else has a clue what you are doing.

I eventually saw the specialist and spent 3 weeks in hospital my skin did improve and I returned to a new school where no one knew me and life started again. But I was still wearing the mittens and nappies every night and this carried on until I left home at 18.

I had several girlfriends before I meet my wife and I told all of them my story most were ok with it. Time has left me with so strange tales of things that have happened to me.

Brian

My name is Brian and I am a Chronic Bedwetter! This details some of my early experiences with bedwetting and the diapers and plastic pants that were used as "the solution" to the problem.

As a fourth grader and 10 years old, an incident happened that I will never forget. During this age I was wetting the bed on average 5-6 nights per week. One afternoon, my mom came to my school and had me excused from the rest of classes that day. Little did I know, but she was taking me to the doctor's office where I would be completely examined for chronic bedwetting.

When we arrived at the doctor's office, I was given a paper bathrobe by the nurse and told to go to the dressing room and strip off all clothing except my briefs. I was then taken to a room and put underneath an x-ray machine and several pictures were taken. Being a very modest boy, I felt vulnerable lying on the table in such a skimpy outfit. After the x-rays I was taken to another room and told to wait for the doctor.

After a complete examination from head to toe, the doctor pulled the waistband of my white briefs away from my stomach, and proceeded to put his hand in to feel my privates. His hand was oily, and I was embarrassed that my penis started getting erect and that I was helpless to stop it. As the doctor was performing this last part of the examination, he asked me, "Brian, how much are your wetting the bed at night?"

After completing the examination I was sent out to put my clothes back on while the doctor met privately with my mom. As we later were driving home my mom told me that the doctor could find nothing medically wrong with me and that bedwetting was something the doctor thought I would most likely outgrow by the time I reached my early teens. Early teens was something that was at least three years away and it was hard for me to accept that I might still be bedwetting then.

Up until age 10, I had been wearing thick cloth diaper pants to bed every night but with no other waterproof protection other than a plastic sheet on the mattress. That night my mom decided it was time to make my bedwetting pants more effective. As I was brushing my teeth, my mom came into the bathroom holding a super large pair of frosty white plastic pants. These particular pants were much larger than any I had seen before and were sized super large to fit me!

At the time, I was only wearing a T-shirt and my cloth bedwetter pants. My mom said, "Brian, we can't continue to let you wet the bed every night until you outgrow it. Your problem is creating far too much laundry. With that, she held the youth sized plastic pants in front of my face and stretched the waistband wide open and said, "From now, you will wearing these plastic pants to bed every night until you outgrow Bedwetting!" I felt so ashamed as my fate was announced and seeing the display waved so openly in front of my face! To this day, I vividly remember the shame and humiliation I felt as I was made to step into those plastic pants one leg opening at a time. As the plastic pants were pulled up overtop the thick cotton diaper pants, I felt more like a toddler then the 10 year-old boy this was all happening to.

What made this situation all the more unbearable was that my sister, Patty, who was only three years older than me, walked past the bathroom just as mom was adjusting my plastic pants at my waist. Patty peeked in the door to ask my mom a question. She took one look at me, snickered and said, "Brian, you look like a big Diaper Baby!"

Mom told her to stop the teasing and explained that the waterproof pants were going to help me contain the frequent wetting episodes that were occurring while I slept. Patty always seemed to like the fact that her little brother was a Bedwetter and was required to wear diapers for it. She liked holding this secret over me and didn't let me forget it. She would often remind me that I was still a Bedwetter in diapers. She held open the threat of telling others all about my problem unless I did exactly as she wanted. My being put back into the plastic pants at 10 years old would serve to reinforce Patty's position and provide more ammunition should she ever need it.

On that hot summer night, as I lay in bed, I was continually reminded of the new Bedwetter outfit I was wearing. In my own eyes, having to wear the noisy plastic pants to bed helped to further magnify my bedwetting problem and how naughty it was that I will still doing this at age 10. The plastic pants were very uncomfortable as the elastic at the waist and leg openings gripped my skin very tightly.

Not only were the plastic pants noisy, but they became even more unbearable as the night wore on. Since there was no air movement inside this tightly sealed envelope, steam would built up and the cotton diaper pants I was wearing were become moist and wet all by themselves, even before I would later fill them to capacity as I slept soundly. I woke the next morning to thoroughly soaked diaper pants from a full night of bedwetting, but I do admit it was nice to still have a dry bed.

Although I never really minded having to wear thickly padded pull-on style cotton diaper pants to bed at night because they felt so soft and comfortable, plastic pants were another story. Plastic pants made me feel my naughty Bedwetter shame. It was only after some time pasted that I actually got used to wearing them and would become dependent on them.

From age 10 to 13 I was required to wear cloth diaper pants and plastic pants to bed every night. Although the plastic pants were keeping the bed dry and made it easier for me to sleep the night through, there were occasions I was rebellious and would remove them after being tucked in bed for the night. I would slip the plastic pants off to the bottom of my bed and feet, and would then sleep clad only in the super thick but always comfy cotton diaper pants. The only other clothing worn to bed was a white T-shirt. Of course the next morning would inevitably arrive, and the results would usually be the same; a pair of soaking wet cotton pull-on diaper pants, a soaking wet T-shirt, soaking wet sheets, and a soaking wet bed!

I knew if my mom caught me removing my plastic pants that I would be spanked for it, so I would do my best to hide the "wet bed" evidence until I had a chance to do the laundry in secret. I managed to keep many of these incidents secret from my mom, but there were a couple occasions were I got caught and she spanked me with a belt for disobeying her and removing my plastic pants during the night.

My sister overheard some of these spankings and new the reason I was being punished. When my parents would go out for an evening, Patty was often the one left in charge. Patty liked being placed this position of authority and would continually remind me she was the Babysitter! She seemed to enjoy teasing me about my bedwetting and diapers. She would sometimes make me get dressed in my diapers and plastic pants early in the evening after my parents had gone out. I would be dressed in only diapers, plastic pants, a T-shirt and socks. I would then have to sit on the couch fully diapered while I watched t.v. Patty would keep an eye on me while t she talked to her friends on the phone.

Although my bedwetting and diapers were for the most part kept a family secret, there were definitely incidents where my problem was discovered by others. One particular incident happened when I was 12 years old after I had been teasing Patty. Patty was able to put me in my place for a long time after that and I learned not to tease her or suffer the consequences.

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