It all goes back to my little boy years and the tactile feeling of those soft poofy plastic baby pants covering my diapers. Rubber pants (plastic pants really) were the iconic symbol of little boys that can't stay dry. There's a huge sexy humiliation factor there for me. "You're just a big baby". "I'm putting you back in rubber pants and diapers"! It horrified me, and it was inescapable.
Naturally there were diapers pinned on tightly and non removable under the baby pants. I was going to have to wet them. That cured all of us little kids who wet themselves. Yeah it really happened. Now this memory has morphed into this kinky experience.
For years now, I've fantasized while this happens. I'm being punished, rubber pants and bulky pinned on diapers are roughly put on me for wetting my pants like a baby, I'm being taught a lesson and I had better learn it! ....Then later after a while ....I'm crying..."I couldn't hold it any longer"." I tried," "I just couldn't". "I'm sorry mommy". " Please mommy no"! It's no use though. I've pee peed in my diaper and rubber pants and much wetter, they would leak. The infantile scent of wet diapers hints at what I've done...The baby pants come down, now the wet diaper smell is really strong.
Mommies angry. .".Please mommy I'll try harder Please"! ....The pins are removed and a snap on pair of plastic baby pants are slipped on and snapped closed. I'm sealed into them. These won't be coming off for a long while. The diaper gets pinned back on tightly over the rubber pants. The outer baby pants get pulled back in place sealing everything in. ...I can still hear mommy angrily lecturing me with dad looking on to enforce the "punishment". Sooner or later just like years ago, It gets to where I can't hold it any longer and it happens again, I pee pee into the baby pants.
It's so warm.... So wet..... I could cry I'm such a naughty baby...It's running all over inside my rubber pants. There's a puddle between my legs. It leaks a little into the diapers covering them. But the diapers catch it. I can't help it. I've wet myself again just like years ago....That's what happens to little boys that can't hold it. They need rubber pants and diapers....I'm so humiliated......Now my little boy parts are getting all excited. and pretty soon I just can't help it. My hands gravitate to the front of my soft smooth rubber pants and thick diapers. I'm such a baby!
The slightest touch or movement sends my naughty little thingy slipping and sliding around inside my punishment rubber panties. There's no escape. No mater where I move my thingy it gets fondled and tickled. The puddle between my legs keeps reminding of what I have done. The plastic pants have me imprisoned. Just like when I was little all over again. And just like when I was little, I reach the point where I can't control of myself.
Please mommy take off my diapers. .Please !!. .I cant hold. .OOOH ! . It happens.... I can't stop it . I feel a huge wave of humiliation and mind blowing pleasure while filling my shamey diapers and rubber pants with my big boy messy's, I'm in another state of mind, floating . . I know it means I'll be put back in clean diapers. "Some day you'll quit being a baby and you won't need rubber pants and diapers".