The Story of MusicBaby

This is the story of my beginnings as an AB. My first time wearing a diaper after being potty trained was when I was little and I snagged one of my sister's diapers and put it on over my underwear. Prior to that, I practice putting diapers on my stuffed animals (which my mother didn't mind). One day, when I was alone, I thought to myself, "Hey, whats stopping me from putting a diaper on?". I had this weird fascination with diapers for some reason, so I just did it and I loved it. Every now and again, I would go and put one on over my underwear and I felt so naughty because of it. The next level to that was wearing the diaper without my underwear on. That felt even more incredible.

Well, a few years pass. I'm home alone again and I think to myself, "Hey, it's been a long time since I've worn a diaper. I'll go put one on." I do so, and while I am wearing it, I get the feeling that I needed to pee. I remove the diaper, but suddenly get the idea to use the diaper. I put it back on and pee in it. It felt so incredible. However, my mother caught me in my little act a while back and it made me feel so wrong. She was very mad at me and it made me question whether or not this was the right thing.

Well, a few years pass again and I feel bad for these feelings and desires to wear and use diapers. I felt like a bad person in the eyes of my mother and in the eyes of god. This continued until one day, I found a wikipedia page detailing the concept of AB/DL and sexual fetishes. I felt relieved that I wasn't alone. That night, while my family slept, I went into my garage with diaper and used it for the first in a long time.

It wasn't too long afterwards that I came to the conclusion that pooping in the diaper would be the ultimate experience of wearing a diaper. So, one night, I waited until my family went to bed, crept into the garage and put on the diaper. I had the feeling the poop, which the was first and foremost thing I took care before this. I held in my bowel movement until my mother finally fell asleep. I could feel it while I strapped on the diaper. Finally, it was time, but it wouldn't come out. After a good push, I felt me mess myself and this feeling of being a complete baby come over me. It was that last piece to the puzzle that I wanted. The following night, however, I learned the downside to that puzzle piece. I made it one of those "every now and then" kind of things to avoid that awful mess.

So here I am, a devout AB/DL. I don't wear often due to lack of privacy. I live with my retired parents. I also do not have options to what kind of diapers I can wear. The local pharmacies only sell the cloth cover kind which I hate. I could buy online, but again, no privacy. But it remain within myself. I will never let it go and plan to take full advantage of getting my own place when the time comes.