Why I Diaper Trained Myself

So here’s how it all went down…



I’ve always been a squirter. It’s either a small amount or a lot, depending on how horny or pent-up I was and what toy I used. I hated making a mess of my bed sheets; having to wash them every time I masturbated was really annoying, and my parents had kept asking me why I washed them so often. Because of that, I started having some me-time in the bathroom which meant that clean up was a breeze, but the shower was small, and I didn’t have a tub. It really wasn’t that comfortable to masturbate in there, and I always had to rush; my parents were a bit stingy when it came to me taking super long showers.

My mom always bought me pads for my monthly cycle, so I tried using them inside my panties while I was playing with myself on the bed, but it leaked half the time, meaning I had to wash my sheets again. I tried to get close to cumming and kept myself on the edge, hoping that it’d be good enough to sate my needs, but doing that only made me hornier.

I started stuffing paper towels inside my panties on top of my pad, thinking that that would work. It did for a short while, until my mom started asking why we were going through so many paper towels, so I stopped using them.

Then one day, I saw a commercial for Depends diapers. Wondering if it was the answer to my problem, I went down to the local CVS and bought myself a pack, the plastic kind with three tapes on each side. At the time, I had no intentions of actually using them for peeing and pooping, but little did I know…

When I got them back home, I waited until my parents were gone for a couple of hours, then taped on one me. It was the worst fit ever, but it was good enough for me. (Side note: My mom bought a vibrator for me when she found out that I was sexually active, saying it was better to use what she called a woman’s best friend instead of risking getting pregnant. She let me buy toys for myself from time to time, provided that my grades in high school were good. My dad never knew that she did that for me.)

I stuck my vibrator down the front of my diaper and relaxed, and before I knew it, I had squirted into it, making the diaper feel all warm and squishy. The idea of cumming into a diaper was so naughty, so taboo, but I loved how easy it was to clean things up. I went through most of the pack, throwing away each diaper as soon as I was done with it. When there were three or so left, I wondered what it would be like to just pee in it, so I tried to do it. It was hard, but I went and sat on the potty, pushed really hard, and then I finally wet myself.

I felt so naughty, and yet I felt conflicted. Back then I thought diapers were for old people and babies; so why was I so turned on by wetting them?

I stopped using diapers for a few months, going back to the shower if I needed to have a little fun. I couldn’t get over the fact that diapers were meant for babies; why would a normal person want to wear diapers if they didn’t need them?

Eventually, I found a couple of websites, ADISC and Daily Diapers, which were full of people who were just like me! I was astounded, and I spent days worth of time just reading the articles on there, lurking without making an account.

After I had convinced myself that wanting to wear diapers was okay, I waited until my parents went on vacation without me to buy myself some diapers off the internet, using the money I had made while working during school. The diapers came fast; only a couple of days! I had bought some cheap Tena diapers, the cloth backed ones you can get for $35 for a whole case.

I had a lot of fun that week.

After my parents came home, I knew in my heart of hearts that I loved diapers. When I eventually moved out, I wore diapers for a week just to see how it would be. I took a break for a few days, but I missed my diapers more than you would ever know. I loved it, so I wore them for two weeks straight, then without taking a break, I wore them for a month. I started experiencing a loss of control; I was having accidents where I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it to the potty in time.

I was at a crossroads there: I could either stay in diapers and lose all bladder control or go back to wearing panties. I thought long and hard about it, and decided to go back to wearing big girl underwear. I didn’t touch my diapers for a week or two, and controlled how much water I drank. I regained control of my bladder, but the idea of losing control was always in the back of my mind, teasing me, being the fuel of my fetish.

After reading how other people had diaper trained themselves, I decided to wear for three months straight and see how I felt at the end of that. When I eventually reached the three month mark, I was experiencing a moderate loss of control, and I realized that I loved that. Not having to rush to the potty was a big plus for me, and I had always woken up in the middle of the night to go pee, so when I eventually started bedwetting, I was truly happy. I woke up fully refreshed, changed my diaper, and I would always have a good day just because I was well-rested.

I have been diaper trained for over two years now. I’ve made a lot of friends in the diapered community, and have met some wonderful people. I have helped countless people diaper train themselves through my articles and diaper training guides, and I know for a fact that they are leading better lives because of it.

Being diaper trained isn’t weird, it’s really fun and awesome! There is nothing stopping you from being happy, so if you desire to wear diapers for the rest of your life like me, go for it! I believe in you, and you must believe in yourself.