The Beginning

I know what you’re thinking, how could someone grow up to adulthood still in diapers 24/7? I mean it’s crazy right? Well, my first exposure to diapers post potty training was at the age of 18, and it was at the hands of my Uncle Ronny. Now Ronny worked in an institution that cared for all kinds of children. Some handicapped, some disabled, some delinquent, and even some runaways. He was used to dealing with kids and coming out on top. Which is probably why I must’ve gotten under his skin so much. Now I have to be honest and preface this with the fact that I was not a good kid, I was mouthy, rude, and incredibly disrespectful. 

Uncle Ronny was a little on the large size, and because I was a shithead I never really let him forget it. He also was not the most educated guy in the world, meaning I never lost an opportunity to correct him anytime he misspoke or made an incorrect claim. He wouldn’t say anything when I did it but would glare at me, clearly wishing he had the authority to discipline me. Of course I’d just smile back as if I was somehow superior, god I was a little asshole. But what really got to him was when I called him Ronny, instead of Uncle Ron . I knew he hated it, hence why I did it so often. 

Thinking back now I know he must have planned it, but at the time it never even occurred to me that he would go through all that work just to get revenge on his own nephew. It all started with a shopping trip across town in his car, but before we left he made lunch for me, just a sandwich and chips with a soda. But now I know he must’ve put something in my food or drink because five minutes into the ride I had to go to the bathroom very badly. Unfortunately for me we were on a packed freeway, with no way to exit anytime soon. 

I was trapped in the backseat, my stomach growling and churning harder than ever before, twisting my face into a flushed expression covered in sweat. All of my efforts were focused on controlling myself until I could get to a toilet, pleading with Him to get me to a gas station right now, making it clear I couldn’t hold it much longer. He acted a little too cool about my predicament, not even pretending to be concerned, just calmly agreeing to get off as soon as he could. 

The pain was unbearable, I was on the verge of tears as he finally exited the highway because I knew it was all over, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and accepted that the next wave of cramps would be the end. Right after exiting the highway he hit a huge pothole in the road, shaking the entire car. I let out a whimper and completely filled the seat of my pants, gaining instant relief. It only took a few seconds for him to smell what I’d done. At that moment he decided stopping at a gas station was meaningless and we might as well just finish driving to the mall. To be honest, I was too humiliated and stunned to object to anything. 

When we got there Uncle Ronny led me inside and into the bathroom. Ronny took some kind of twisted pride in telling me to let him handle it because he “Had lots of experience dealing with kids who have accidents”. Like that was supposed to make me feel better. As we walked inside there was a kid no older than two having his diaper changed, I tried to ignore it as Ronny put me inside one of the stalls. He told me to remove my pants and underwear and hand them to him under the stall door, after that he handed me wet paper towels and told me to clean myself off as best I could and that he’d be right back. I stood there for what felt like forever in nothing but a T-shirt, listening to people coming and going. 

When he finally did come back I was surprisingly glad to see him, which was a first for me, a relief that was unfortunately short lived. He told me to come out of the stall so he could make sure I was cleaned up and help me get dressed, like I was a child. I told him I was clean enough and could dress myself and to just give me my pants. He said he had to get me new pants because the old pair were stained and smelly, so he threw them away. I tried to tell him to hand me the new pair under the stall, and when he did I knew I was in trouble. They were a pair of plastic baby pants, but in my size?! I threw them back out at him and yelled that I wanted my pants back. Very calmly he replied “But these are yours, you don’t know how hard I had to look to find some in your size.” Then he said “I could just go find a janitor to let me into the stall, I could tell him you locked yourself in and don’t understand how to get out on your own, that’d be sure to create a crowd. Knowing I’d been bested I sighed, saying “No, fine I’ll come out. 

I had never felt so humiliated and small in my entire life, I mean I was 18, a legal adult, and I was being treated this way! Uncle Ronny wiped me with a towel until I was spotless, thankfully there were no onlookers in the bathroom at the time. Next he sat me on the floor, my skin crawled as the stone cold tile made contact with my skin. When I expected him to put those embarrassing plastic pants on me then give me real pants, he instead produced a large disposable diaper and unfolded it. I started to move like I was going to run for it when he said “I mean you could run, If you want the entire mall to see you naked, or I could call for help and see how many people come in to see you like this, or you could just lay still and do as you’re told.”

I couldn’t believe it, he was talking to me like a child, but with a serious tone I’d never heard before from him, no matter what he had me in a corner. I laid still and he continued to unfold the diaper, sliding it under my butt. Then he sprinkled baby powder all over and brought the padding up between my legs. The bulk spread my legs far apart, and he fastened the tabs tight enough to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere. After that he slid the plastic pants up just past my knees, it was then when a dad walked in with his kid and a boy about my age. Ronny stood me up and finished pulling the plastic pants into place, out of the corner of my eye I could see the boy laughing at me. 

Once outside I got some funny looks, feeling like everyone was staring at me. I just kept telling myself we could make it to the car fast and it would all be over. As we approached the exit Ronny made a last minute sharp turn into a store, causing me to panic and pull away. 

“We came here to get some shopping done, and I won’t put those plans on hold just because you had an accident!” He said

I tried to resist and plead to let me go sit in the car but He was firm on telling me no. 

“Now you can either walk with me while I shop like a good boy, or I can go get one of those mall strollers for you to sit in, I’m sure that would get way more looks than your diapers.”

I agreed to be good and followed Ronny around while he was shopping, conscious of every single giggle and stare I was getting while I was exposed in public.Just when I thought it was all finally going to be over, we walked out of the store just as my best friend Lance was walking in with his Dad.

“Bro, what the fuck are you wearing?!”