WeaselDiaperBoi @[email protected]

I am traveling for work this week. I believe i found the limit of my MegaMax diaper in the Philadelphia airport. Fortunately, there were n o obvious leaks before i got to the hotel.

  She followed and had me lay down on the floor. Then she started to undress me. She carefully removed my underpants and dumped and rinsed them in the toilet. She then held my ankles in the air and wiped my bottom with the recently rinsed briefs, dunking it in the toilet to get it clean each time. Then she made me take a bath. She gave me a swat on the rear and warned me not to do this again or she would put me back in diapers. I am sure she meant it, but I never tested this.

     So, I hopped on my bike to ride home. Along the way home the pressure in my bowels became too much. I crapped my pants while peddling my bike. The bike seat really pressed the mess against me. I had not had an accident like this in years. I was upset when I got home and my mom met me at the door. I told her I had an accident and she told me to head to the bathroom.

  When I was 10 my best friends were John and Doug. These two lived close to each other, but I lived about a mile away. Our grade school was about half way between us.  It was a crisp Fall day when I went with Doug and John over to Doug's house after school.  We played for a while in the woods around Doug's home and before I knew it I was going to be late getting home. I also needed to poop. I had a thing about pooping anywhere else but home.
  

So, what are your earliest memories of wanting to wear diapers?