Friday, September 12, 2014

one of my favorite "real" stories:

Bedwetting Humiliation  

by Phillip  


When I was twelve years old, my mother got an offer to travel around the country for her job. It was only for ten months, so she sent me to stay with my Aunt Kara and my cousin Dean. My first night there, as we were getting ready for bed, Aunt Kara came into our room with a diaper and put it on Dean. She noticed me staring and told me he had a bedwetting problem.

 The next morning, Aunt Kara came in and woke us up. First thing she did was check Dean's diaper and when she saw it was wet, she told him "You know the drill". He looked very disappointed as he walked to the kitchen and sat down in the high chair that I had thought was simply a leftover artifact from when Dean was a baby. Aunt Kara and I ate pancakes and eggs while Dean ate oatmeal and drank juice from a sippy cup. After breakfast, Dean had to do the dishes and a few other chores still wearing the wet diaper and no pants to cover himself. At noon, he was sent to the bedroom to take a nap and when he came out at lunch time, he was once again dressed normally.

 I learned a lot that day. It seems Aunt Kara believed that his bedwetting was simple laziness and was trying to humiliate him into stopping. He only wet the bed two or three times a month and this was his punishment every time. For some odd reason, I was intrigued. I wanted nothing more than to be in Dean's place. After the second time seeing Dean walking around the house in diapers, I decided I had to earn myself the same punishment.

 That night, about a week after moving in, I decided to purposely wet the bed. It wasn't easy, but after a while of trying I finally succeeded and soaked the bed. When Aunt Kara found out, she told me that was my one freebie and if I did it again I would be diapered for bed just like Dean. Not wanting to make it obvious I was trying to get punished, I waited another week to wet the bed a second time. After cleaning me up that morning, Aunt Kara put me into a diaper and told me to go sit in the high chair. She fed me oatmeal and juice from a sippy cup, while she and Dean ate waffles and bacon. As had happened with Dean, I was told to do the breakfast dishes and then given a few other mundane chores.

 At noon, I was put down for a nap. Afterwards, I expected to be changed out of the diaper, but got another surprise. It turns out the diaper was to be worn until messed. Dean always did his daily poop before lunchtime, but I was used to doing mine in the early evening around dinner time. So, after my nap, I spent lunch and then dinner in the highchair waiting for the urge to hit. It was hard to give up my potty training and mess the diaper, but finally I managed when the pressure built up. Since it was already so close to bed time, Aunt Kara changed me into a fresh diaper for bed.

 After that day in diapers, I wasn't sure I wanted to do it again. However, since I had already earned that punishment, I could look forward to spending the rest of my nights at Aunt Kara's in diapers. I didn't wet the diaper for a couple weeks, but then the urge to be punished built up again and I decided to earn another punishment. This time, while washing the breakfast dishes wearing only a diaper and t-shirt, we had company. A friend of Aunt Kara came to visit and brought her two kids with her. I received no reprieve and had to finish my daily routine, with my diaper in full view, as they visited. To make matters worse, Aunt Kara did nothing when they started teasing me about the diaper. In fact, she encouraged it. It was very embarassing to be sitting in a high chair, eating lunch with my wet diaper in full view, as they all ate at the table. As humiliating as it was, I loved it.

 I spent many days in diapers before my mother got back from her trip and I loved every humiliating moment. Aunt Kara told my mother about my bedwetting as well, so I spent another couple years in night diapers at home. Though, my mom didn't believe in humiliating punishments for wetting the bed. The only time I was diapered during the day at home, was when my mother was going to be gone for a while and I had a chance to diaper myself.

 That's pretty much how my diaper fetish developed and I just wanted to share. Thanks for reading.


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