I wasn’t always into diapers. I didn’t need them as a child, never wet the bed. My first experience back in diapers after I was potty trained was when I was 18. My girlfriend and I were coming home from a party. I had been drinking and she was the designated driver, which was fine by both of us. As we left the party my girlfriend decided not to use the bathroom at the house as they were already three girls in line. I kidded her that she should just use the bushes which probably didn’t win me any points, but like I said I had been drinking. On the ride home we talked about how girls’ bladders were simply smaller than guys’ and she informed me that that fact had almost caused her great embarrassment on several occasions.

Arriving at her parent’s house (they were gone for the weekend) we both raced inside, both needing to use the bathroom. I didn’t have to go before we left but the beers had caught up with me during the bumpy car ride and I really, really needed to pee. I decided to be a gentleman, however, and let my girl use the only bathroom in the place.

I waited, patiently at first. I knew girls took longer but even with my alcohol-impaired sense of time she seemed to take forever. The bushes outside were starting to look very inviting. I held out for as long as I could before I knocked on the bathroom door.

“Out in a minute.” I heard her say.

I waited some more, the ache in my bladder moving from a dull throb to a sharp pain. I was pretty sure I could hold it, but I decided not to wait and headed for the front door, to try for the bushes in her backyard. I didn’t make it.

In my drunken stupor, I fumbled for the doorknob with my right hand while holding myself with the left, to try and keep the pressure from getting to be too much. All at once I realized my hand was getting wet. Very wet. I looked down at my pants, shocked to see a growing stain spreading over my crotch. There was no trying to hold back now so I just groaned and let nature take it’s course. Just as I had finished wetting my pants I heard my girlfriend come out of the bathroom. I stood facing the front door, not moving. “What’s up?” She asked, coming down the hall. I turned to face her as she flipped the hall light on. She just looked at me for a second, standing there in wet jeans, before she laughed.

“Did my boyfriend just wet his pants?” She asked. The whole ordeal would have been a lot more humiliating had I been sober, but even then I was very comfortable with my girlfriend. I just kind of shook my head, not knowing what to say.

She sent me off to the shower to clean up and told me she was going to the store. I really didn’t think too much of it at the time. I showered and changed into an old pair of sweats that I’d given her and waited for her to get home. A few minutes later, she pulled back in to the driveway. She came in holding a paper bag that looked like groceries, but I couldn’t imagine what she might have bought. Her parents had stocked the house before they left.

Without showing me what was in the bag, she asked me if I was still embarrassed about what’d happened. When I said no, she told me I shouldn’t be. Then she asked me if she “could try something”. I’d tried a lot of things with her before, so I told her yes.

I was told to wait in the front room while she went to her bedroom, taking the bag with her. I still had no idea what was in them. After a few moments she came back out and told me to come to her room. As I got to the door she asked me to close my eyes. I did so, and was led by the hand into her room. After being given permission to open my eyes, I looked around. I looked at her, then looked at the bed where she was staring. There sat a big bag of adult diapers. I must’ve turned bright red, because without my saying a word she told me not to feel bad.

She explained that she had always wanted to put a diaper on her boyfriend but hadn’t ever told anyone about her fantasy because she was afraid. After tonight, and seeing me in wet pants, she figured if there was anyone who she could trust with her secret, it was me. I had never really thought about diapers before, but I wasn’t turned off by the idea as long as it was her and no one else. I spent the entire night in diapers, cuddling with my sweetie and listening to her call me ‘baby’. After that I told her that anytime she wanted to, and we were alone, I would love to be her baby again.

We’ve since gone our separate ways, having had many good times together in and out of diapers. But she opened my eyes to a whole new experience, and since then I’ve never looked at diapers the same way.

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