Until recently I thought that I was the only one who liked wearing diapers and plastic pants. I would love to find a mommy to care for me and baby me. I have never been able to find anyone to share this with or to treat me like a baby. I want a lady who will make me wear diapers and plastic pants and will change me whenever I wet or mess my diapers. I am 29 years old and am very nervous about writing this case history, but am doing it anyway.
I have read letters on how most adult babies were bed wetters and how their mothers put them back into diapers because they said that if they wet like a baby then they would have to wear diapers like a baby. Then they got so used to wearing diapers that they needed them or just liked wearing them. Sometimes, even after they grew up, their mothers would still make them wear diapers and treat them like little babies because as long as they were going to wet their beds, like babies, then mommy was going to make sure they were still treated like a baby.
I wish that is how I got started, but it wasn't quite that way. I never had a wetting or bed wetting problem. Once when I was 5 or 6 years old I was playing down the street with a friend in one of those screened in tents. It was raining and I had to pee. I didn't want to run home in the rain and get all wet so I stayed there. I wound up peeing my pants. A few minutes later my sister came down the street looking for me because I hadn't come home when it started to rain. When she found me and saw that I had wet my pants she kept telling me that I was going to be in big trouble.
As we walked home under her umbrella she kept repeating I was going to be in big trouble because I had peed my pants. When we got home and I walked in door, my mother started yelling at me and asking me where I had been. Then she saw the wet spot on my pants. She was still yelling and asked me why I peed my pants. Before I could answer her, she told me to come over to her at the kitchen table where she had been talking with a neighbor who had come over for coffee.
It was very quite for a few minutes. I didn't say a word because I was scared and thought she was going to spank me. Instead of spanking me she said that since I had peed my pants like a little baby and wouldn't tell her why, she thought I should wear diapers like a little baby. My mom then picked me up and put me on the kitchen table. Right in front of our neighbor she took off my shoes and socks and wet pants and underpants.
Then she left the room and went into my little brother's room to get some diapers and plastic pants. As I lay on the table bare assed in front of the neighbour I started to cry. When my mother came back into the room she had diapers, pins and plastic pants.She also had a wash cloth which she gotten wet at the sink. As she wiped me clean with the wash cloth I was still crying. She then started 'cooing' to me and telling me that it was all right to cry like a baby. At that I started to cry even more.
Then she grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs and my bottom up and placed a diaper underneath me. I kept crying and crying as she pulled the diaper up between my legs and began pinning it in place. All the while she kept talking to me like a little baby. She was 'cooing' and 'gooing' me and saying, "There, there, little baby, you'll feel better when I get your diaper on."
She finished pinning on my diaper and picked up a pair of plastic pants. Again she grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs and first put in one foot and then the other through the leg holes in the plastic pants. She started pulling them up my legs and again lifted my bottom and pulled my plastic panties over my diapers. She finished up by checking to make sure my diapers were tucked inside my plastic pants. My mom then lifted me off the table. My neighbor asked my mother if she was going to put my pants back on me.
My mother looked at me and then at the neighbour and said, "No, the baby doesn't need any other pants". They both laughed and the neighbor agreed with her. Mom looked at me and said, "Now you can pee like a little baby all you want to". She patted me on my diapered bottom and said I should go play baby. I walked out of the kitchen still crying and toddling like a baby because the diaper was so big. I hid behind the couch crying and fell asleep. I woke up a couple of hours later with mom pulling me out from behind the couch. She said my little brother was up and she thought that since she had to change one of her babies, she would check the other. I was dry.
She changed my brother and then put him on the floor, and he started crawling around the table. She said, "That's it, show little Joey how a baby is suppose to play". She then told me that since I was still dry she would take my diapers off if I could stay dry for another two hours. A half hour later I had to pee. My mom told me I could not take my diapers off and that she wouldn't for another hour and a half. She told me I could pee in the toilet if I could do it without taking my diaper off, or I could hold it till she took them off, or I could just pee my diaper.
She told me that if I peed my diaper she would just change me and keep me in diapers until some time after she potty trained my little brother, which wouldn't be for another year or so. Somehow I managed to stay dry until she took off my diapers, but not before I realized how comfortable they were to wear. I never thought about that again until I was about 12 or 13. Since that time I have never wet my pants or bed, until I began to realize how much fun it is to wear diapers and use them.
In wet diapers, Baby Joe