by Jasonbaby

From my earliest memories, I have always wanted to wear diapers. My first experience with diapers was when I was 4 years-old. My mom was babysitting one of my cousins who was a toddler still in diapers. I used to like to watch her change him and clean him and put a fresh, clean diaper on him. I wanted to wear them too but I knew that mom wouldn't let me. "You're too old for diapers," she would say. Then one day I got an idea. I asked my mom for a diaper to put on one Chicklet, my little plush toy puppy. She put the diaper on Chicklet and I would take it back to my room, take the diaper off of Chicklet and try to put it on myself. Of course, mom was never one to let us out of her sight for more than a minute. She came in my room and caught me trying to put the diaper on. "Aha, I suspected you might be trying to put that diaper on!" she would take the diaper away and I would be denied yet another opportunity to indulge in what would become the pursuit of a lifelong desire. When I got out of the 1st grade, we moved to the countryside and my diaper desires were forgotten for a time.

At age 12, my parents divorced and my brother and I stayed with my mom and we lived in an apartment complex. There were lots of families with children still in diapers so my interests in diapers was once again revived. We were very poor and sometimes we barely had money for milk, bread, a box of cereal and a pack of baloney. There were no babies for my mom to watch, so I had to rely on other methods of acquiring diapers, so, I resorted to taking used babies diapers out of the garbage dumpster. In retrospect, this was a very dangerous and stupid thing to do because of the risks of diseases and infections from wearing used diapers from other people‘s babies. I didn’t care, all I could think about was diapers. I would lie awake at night and pray to the powers that be to make me incontinent so I could wear diapers freely and without question. Later when I was about 16 I was introduced the wonderful world of adult diapers. When I would accompany my mom to the drug store I would always take the opportunity to steal away for a few minutes to go visit the incontinence section. I would look at all the different brands of adult diapers and fantasize about wearing them. This was when Attends was still a new product, and you could buy trial sized packs (2 briefs or 3 undergarments). One day I finally saved up enough money to buy a trial size pack of Attends fitted briefs. I got on my bicycle and rode to the nearest pharmacy store, bought the diapers and hurried back home. I had to go to the shed in the back yard to put on the diapers because I shared a room with my brother and there was no chance of privacy to get diapered without getting caught. I would put on the diaper and go ride my bicycle somewhere. I would wet the diaper and it was the greatest feeling in the world. I looked forward to the day I would be old enough to get a car, move out of my mom's house and be free to wear diapers whenever I wanted.

When I was 22 I moved to my first apartment. At long last, I could wear diapers freely and whenever I wished without questions or sneaking around. I didn’t have to hide my diapers anymore, I just cleared a space in my underwear drawer and kept my diapers next to my cotton bikini briefs. I spent my first night wearing, wetting, and messing diapers to my heart's content. I would mess and wet in a diaper before bedtime and sleep all night in it. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and wet again. I savored every minute. I would wake up the next morning and cum in my wet, messy diaper. It almost seemed like a wedding night for me. Wet, hard cock marries wet, messy diaper ... and they lived happily ever after.