Eric's diaper history

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Eric's diaper history

This is how I got into Diapers and being an adult baby. I want to tell you that I think what you are doing is great. I have been interested in diapers for as long as I can remember. I guess it all started when me and Wayne, a friend of mine, used to spend the summers together. We have known each other since we were born.

We both got into diapers when we were about 10 years old. His sister was visiting his parents with her 2 year old daughter, and I was staying there for a week while my parents were away. His parents went out for the night, and his sister, Donna was watching us. As usual we were getting into trouble Donna told us if we didn't stop acting like babies that she was going to treat us like ones. Well, we were young and didn't listen, and the next thing we knew we were in the bath tub, and she was bathing us. After we got out, she dried us off and took us into her old room and had us lie on the floor. Then she proceeded to put Both of us into diapers. We just acted as if it was a joke and went along with it. That night we laid around and watched TV in our T-shirts and diapers brought both of us a bottle of milk and had us drinking from them. Well, around eleven o'clock we fell asleep in the TV room and Wayne's parents carried us into his bedroom Donna had told them that we had been bad and that's why we were both wearing diapers They thought it was a good way for us to learn our lesson.

When we woke up the next morning I realized that I didn't want to get out of bed until Wayne left the room, because my diapers were wet. The only problem was, he didn't want to get up either because his diapers were wet also. We both lay there for about an hour until his sister walked in. She asked, ";How are the little babies doing this morning?"; When we both said that we were fine, she asked if we needed a diaper change. I guess I blushed, because she came over to my cot and pulled down the covers exposing my wet diapers. She laughed and went over and checked Wayne's diapers, and they were in the same condition.

At this time her mother came in to get us up for breakfast. She was a little shocked to find that we both had wet our diapers. she grabbed Wayne by the arm and dragged him into her room and told Donna to change me.

This was really embarrassing for me because I had a crush on Donna, and now she was changing my wet diapers. She unfastened my diaper and wiped me clean with a wash cloth. Then she turned me over and powdered my backside. Then she turned me back over and asked if I liked wearing diapers. Without waiting for a reply she powdered my front and pulled the diaper into place and taped it securely. I could hear Wayne getting spanked in the other room and thought how glad I was that it wasn't me. After Wayne got spanked he was diapered again. Then his mother came in and grabbed me by the arm and said that it was my turn. She pulled me over her lap and started to spank me and told me that I would remain in diapers until my parents picked me up.

It turned out to be one of the longest weekends of my life. We were both kept in diapers, and once a day we were taken into the bathroom where we had our diapers taken down and were given an enema. After we went on the toilet, we were put back into diapers and kept that way. Our parents come home a day early, and my mother woke me up that Friday morning. When I got out of bed without Thinking, she saw the diaper. My sister told her that I only wore it so Wayne wouldn't feel bad about having to wear one. Unfortunately, when she pulled down my plastic pants and found that I had a wet diaper, she just looked at me and said that I was a disappointment. After that week I didn't wear diapers for almost 7 years. During those years I often thought about the first time Donna put me into diapers, and always got a hard- on thinking about it.

When I was 18, I moved out of the house and got my own place. After a few months I decided to call Donna and invite her up to see my new apartment. We talked on the phone for a while and she told me she was going through a divorce because her husband was a real jerk. She showed up Friday afternoon, and we talked for a while about old times and the fun we used to have. Even though she was 10 years older than me, I was still very attracted to her. We went out and had dinner and then came back to my place and talked the night away. It was 3am when we decided to go to bed. I told her that she could sleep in my bed and I would sleep on the couch. I had been wearing diapers to again since I moved out, but I wasn't going to wear them while she was there. What I didn't realize was that I had become dependent on them. When I woke up the next morning, Donna was sitting in the chair across from me looking at the wet sheet that covered me. She asked me if I had reverted back to being a baby again. I just looked at her and giggled and began to explain to her how I, had felt the first time she changed my diapers. She told me to hop in the bath tub and said she would be right in. Before I even got out of the tub she brought a big bag into the bathroom with her. She grabbed a towel and began drying me off. Then she led me into the room and had me lay on the bed while she pulled out some thick cloth diapers and a pair of plastic panties, along with baby lotion and baby powder. She had me lay on my stomach while she powdered my bottom. Then she stretched out the diapers and had me turn over. Again I was rock-hard and felt like I was in heaven. She slowly powdered my balls and then rubbed the baby lotion on my cock. It only took about two minutes for me to make a mess all over her hand. She then tucked me into my diaper and pinned it tight. She pulled the plastic pants up around my waist and went then into the kitchen to make breakfast for us. A week later she had totally moved in and had taken control of my life. I became totally dependent on diapers and was addicted to baby food. She lived with me for about a year until she decided that she had enough.

Shortly after that I joined the service and thought I had left my diaper days behind me. I was medically discharged from the service in 1988 after a year in the hospital. That was when I met my wife, Michelle. I didn't mention anything about my diaper wearing to her, but instead went to a Professional Mistress when I wanted to live my fantasies.

Michelle and I had been married about three years when she caught Me going to see my Mistress. We talked about my fantasies for a long time and she decided that she would put me into diapers instead of letting me waste our money. She kept me in diapers off and on for about a year and a half now, and we both enjoy it very much. Back in September I decided to respond to an ad in one of the fetish newspapers, and that is how I met Julieanne. After our first couple of meetings, we both realized that we had a great deal in common and became very close friends. About a month ago I decided to tell Michelle about her. I figured that she would either be willing to try something new or want a divorce, but I decided that I didn't want to lie to her any longer about where I was or what I was doing. Believe it or not, we all got together last week to play games, and everybody had a good time.