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wow I can imagine the feelings of humiliation and the burden of this secret as it's hard as a teenage boy to tell anyone you were diapered by her.

And then the duality of later getting aroused by it and fantasizing about the experience.

it does seem that it really shaped what you do in life (as you have a website for wetting).

 

I wonder if you would have had a different life if none of this happened?

I wish you the best ;)

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Wow. That's quite the experience. And, like you said, quite traumatic for a young teen.

Would you say that this experience is what really sparked your interest in omo related activities?

Also, have you kept in touch with Stephanie? It sounds like she would a lot of interest in your current line of work.

 

I'm not sure if this was what sparked my interest in omo activities or not.  I've considered this possibility, but I simply do not know.  Before this ever happened with Stephanie I remember being very interested when other kids had accidents, though it definitely wasn't a sexual thing at all for me.  Just something I found fascinating.  My experiences with Stephanie introduced me to omo and diapers in a sexual context, but it is possible I might have arrived at those same interests on my own without her.

Stephanie did remain a part of my life for some time after that.  Our parents were close friends, and living so close to me I couldn't completely cut her out of my life.  I just no longer made an effort for her attention and was shut down emotionally around her.  Eventually we fell out of contact though.  A couple years later she moved away to go to a university and I really had no more contact.  Several years later, as I was starting my television production career, I saw a news story with her in it.  She was a middle school teacher being arrested for having a sexual relationship with a young male student.  That is the last I know of what happened.

 

 

wow I can imagine the feelings of humiliation and the burden of this secret as it's hard as a teenage boy to tell anyone you were diapered by her.

And then the duality of later getting aroused by it and fantasizing about the experience.

it does seem that it really shaped what you do in life (as you have a website for wetting).

 

I wonder if you would have had a different life if none of this happened?

I wish you the best ;)

 

I'm sure my life would have turned out quite different had it not been for her.  If that would have been a good thing or not is hard to tell, but definitely different.

 

In part 2 of this story, when I get around to writing it, I am going to go into my subsequent relationships and how they were shaped by my experiences with Stephanie.  Eventually the story is going to come full circle to my most recent trip to Disneyland with my current girlfriend and how I was forced to confront my experiences with Stephanie.

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these are some heavy feels mate,

being alone and feeling like you deserve no one is just terrible, and also untrue of course.

yet when you feel this way, you think this way and take these assumptions of the world as reality.

I hope the following chapters in the story of your will show you that there are people that aren't complete messes in this world :)

I must say I can really relate to some parts in your story such as feeling alone in this clump of earth, even though I do not feel this way anymore ^_^

 

looking forward to the rest and I hope writing this can help give a place of rest to these relationships ;)

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Part 4 - Setting Forth

 

As the date of our Disneyland trip approached I grew more and more anxious.  I hadn't been on any sort of a vacation for nearly five years, and even that one five years ago was just a family reunion.  It seemed like trying to make vacation plans with Heather or Leslie always meant something was going to go wrong.  The bigger the plans, the greater the disaster- Like trying to go on a cruise with Leslie only to have her start cheating on me.  I was afraid that Kate would change her mind about me, or there would be some sort of other disaster to pull us apart.

 

I was also getting a bit anxious about sharing my ABDL fetish with her on this trip.  Despite occupying my fantasies, it wasn't something I had much real life experience.  A part of me was still having a lot of guilt and shame about wanting to wear a diaper.  I had been working on this with her, doing stuff in diapers together, but that was mainly in the privacy of our own homes with only brief forays into public, with the diapers carefully concealed under our clothes.  What we were wanting to do for Disneyland was be diapered the entire time.  I wasn't sure I was ready for this.  Besides the fear that someone would notice my diaper, I was also afraid of leaks.

 

Kate, being a scientist, and having much more experience with the ABDL lifestyle than I, had performed rigorous experimentation and evaluation on different diapers and products.  She had a high level of confidence it what worked for her and what would not leak.  For going out in public she would wear a thinner tabbed diaper with what she called a stuffer, an absorbent pad that would go inside the diaper.  Over this she would wear plastic pants to help prevent her clothes from getting wet if there was any kind of a leak.

 

Ahead of our trip she helped me pick out some products that she had researched for guys and had first hand experience with the brands.  I ended up getting the highest absorbency tabbed diapers from Abena as well as some pull-on style diapers from Abena.   I also got plastic pants, like hers, to help prevent leaks.  Doing some testing before the trip I discovered that I was able to completely empty my very full bladder into the pull-on style diaper once while standing.  It could usually handle more than that, but not entirely reliably.  Also, completely emptying my bladder in the pull-on while sitting or laying down would sometimes, rarely, result in leaks if I did it all at once.  Letting it out in small amounts resulted in no leaks in this position.  As far as the tabbed diapers went, I was unable to get them to leak at all during any of my testing.  I only had limited time and diapers to test with before the trip and still wasn't terribly confident in them.

 

We took Kate's car as it had better gas mileage and she was more comfortable driving it.  Non-stop it is 18 hours to drive from my house to Disneyland.   We planned on splitting up the trip over a two day period.  Living in the Pacific Northwest all we needed to do was get on Interstate 5 and drive south until we get to the Disneyland exit.  She lives north of me, and I am closer to the freeway, so she picked me up in the morning, I loaded my stuff in her car, and we were on our way.

 

Our Disneyland resort hotel and park tickets were already paid for.  The only other expenses we had to worry about were souvenirs, gas, lodging on the way there and back, and food.  We had a pretty good handle on what gas and lodging would cost.  And we had pre-planned what we were going to get for souvenirs as well.  The big unknown was food.  To save money we brought as much of our own food as possible, mostly non-perishable stuff, but also packed a cooler with ice and some stuff like cheese and other thing that needed to be kept cold.  Still, we figured we would eat out some, just not for every single meal.

 

Both of us were wearing tabbed diapers and plastic pants to start our trip.  As the entire first day would be in a car, this was the safest place to wear a diaper without anyone noticing.  We made sure to drink plenty of water, and even an energy drink to help keep us awake.

 

That morning it was chilly and a light rain.  The weather report for Disneyland said it was warm and sunny though.  Kate drove the first stretch as she is used to being up early and I am not a morning person at all.  She likes to listen to music while she drives, so we listened to Disney music, singing along with it, to get into the spirit.  Whenever she would pee she would get a naughty smile on her face and say, "Guess what I just did?"

 

For me, letting myself pee in my diaper in a car went against every instinct that I had.  I couldn't bring myself to just let go like that.  So I kept drinking water, knowing sooner or later the pee was going to come out.  Eventually I had to go bad enough that I couldn't really stop it.

 

After around two hours of driving we did stop at a rest area, but not to use the facilities or change, we just wanted to eat breakfast.  Walking around the trails as the rest area we enjoyed chocolate muffins that we had brought with.  After our hunger was satisfied I took over driving and we continued on our way.

 

As we came out of the mountains of southern Oregon and headed into northern California the weather changed dramatically.  The cold and rain gave way to warmth and Sunshine.  The snow covered Mt. Shasta dominated the landscape for hours as I continued to drive.  After a while my diaper was starting to feel very wet, and Kate was getting hungry.  Not wanting to risk having a leak in her car we stopped at the Weed rest area, where I took the attached picture of Mt. Shasta.  There, I changed my diaper and we had lunch.

 

Changing my diaper at the rest area was a terrifying experience for me.  Kate had packed a diaper bag with extra diapers for both of us and changing supplies.  I took this bag into the restroom with me and went to the handicap accessible stall at the far end.  Being nervous I simply got myself into the stall, not having time to check out the surroundings too much.  At first I attempted to wait until the restroom had cleared out before I attempted a change, but after several minutes of waiting it became clear that the flow of people was constant.

 

The rest area was very clean, but still I put down a disposable pee pad on the floor.  I could only hope that no one from outside the stall would be able to see that far under the partition.  I should of checked this out before I went into the stall, but at this point I just wanted to get changed as soon as possible and get out of there.  I had to take my pants all the way off, as the plastic pants I was wearing didn't have snaps on the side.  I was then able to take off the diaper, use the wipes to clean myself, and quickly changed into a pull-on and finished getting dressed.  There was no trashcan in the stall, so I put my used diaper and wipes in a small plastic trash bag that Kate had packed with the changing supplies.  I waited some more to give people time to clear out, then I quickly left my stall and tossed my trash bag into the bin before anyone noticed.  I looked back at the stall I was just in and realized that standing near the sinks you could see the entire floor of the stall I was in.  This meant anyone in that restroom would have easily been able to see my cowboy print plastic pants, my used diaper on the floor, and my feet as I changed.  I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

 

To avoid repeating that embarrassing rest area changing situation, I decided to not freely use the diaper in the car anymore.  I continued to wear the pull-on, but mainly as a backup measure.  To avoid putting myself through punishing amounts of desperation if there was no place to stop.  After the ordeal of changing myself in that rest area, and realizing what everyone could have seen, I wasn't going to do the tabbed diapers or plastic pants in public like that anymore.  The diaper was now a backup for me, not a toilet replacement.

 

Kate wore her same diaper all day.  After more than twelve hours of driving we stopped at a hotel for the night.  Kate said she needed to be changed very badly, so the first thing we did upon getting into our room was to get her a nice dry diaper.  We were both exhausted from such a long day driving, so after going out for a quick dinner we fell asleep almost right away.

 

That night I dreamed of Disneyland.

 

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I enjoyed reading your story so far, and hope that you continue writing it. It doesn't really matter to me whether or not this actually happened; it is still very sweet and cute to read.

Thanks Anon!  I intend to keep writing it, but I do have a shoot coming up for HD Diapers plus some of my mainstream video work I have got behind on.

 

I promise that it isn't made up.  If I made something up it would be sexier.   :)

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Damn dude, first story on this site to actually bring a tear to my eye. That's some heavy shit. I can totally sympathize with a lot of it though. Not the particulars, but easily the depression and not feeling worthy of anyone's company. In my case, I chose to simply not pursue relationships, even when I had the chance, but hey, I'm younger than you, I have plenty of time to make up for it. I can also empathize with the shame surrounding this whole fetish stuff.

 

Anyway, I'm glad you seem to have found someone you're compatible with. Looking forward to reading the rest. Hoping it ends up with you conquering your fears and ensuing sexy times.

 

You should really post this in the Experiences section because it would get more exposure there. Thumbs up.

 

I had assumed with you running a fetish video site and so on you'd be this really macho, assertive guy, because that's sort of the confidence you need to produce that kind of content. I remember one of my photo teachers instructing us on how to handle the awkwardness of nude shoots: act totally natural and instruct them where they can put their clothes. You have to be in control. Getting to know the real you is great though. I know from personal experience, as soon as I'm behind the camera, I become this whole other persona. It's one area where I'm confident in my abilities so even if I feel like a pathetic wreck I can still command authority, because this is my shoot. I suppose you've experienced something of the same in the tv/video business.

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I had assumed with you running a fetish video site and so on you'd be this really macho, assertive guy, because that's sort of the confidence you need to produce that kind of content. I remember one of my photo teachers instructing us on how to handle the awkwardness of nude shoots: act totally natural and instruct them where they can put their clothes. You have to be in control. Getting to know the real you is great though. I know from personal experience, as soon as I'm behind the camera, I become this whole other persona. It's one area where I'm confident in my abilities so even if I feel like a pathetic wreck I can still command authority, because this is my shoot. I suppose you've experienced something of the same in the tv/video business.

Satyr- I read your message with Kate sitting right here.  I turned to her and asked, "I'm a macho, assertive guy with a lot of confidence right?"  She laughed so hard that she blew tea out of her nose.

 

Working in broadcast news I had to learn to fake being confident.  Seldom would I have even a remote idea what kind of stories I would be working on when I went into work.  There were times I had to interview world leaders and ask tough questions, other times I would have to stand my ground against an angry mob who didn't want me shooting video, or cover a naked bike ride and have to walk up to a giant muscular tattooed guy with multiple penis piercings and ask him questions on camera.

 

Compared to any of this, HD Wetting and HD Diapers is a walk in the park.  I don't have to fake being confident with the girls.  We work together to come up with ideas, and look at ideas that people have mailed in.  The girls select what they want to do for the most part and I just make sure the camera captures it.

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It takes confidence to work as a reporter. It takes confidence to run a fetish porn business and be open about that. A lot of guys in the porn business are like that, or at least project that image. So that was my assumption, but of course it's possible to gain context-specific confidence and still be insecure in your personal life.

 

I hope that wasn't all you took from my message. I was telling you it was a moving and well-written story. I mean, there are many arousing stories on this site but few that move me on a human, emotional level. So kudos to you on that, on sharing this.

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It takes confidence to work as a reporter. It takes confidence to run a fetish porn business and be open about that. A lot of guys in the porn business are like that, or at least project that image. So that was my assumption, but of course it's possible to gain context-specific confidence and still be insecure in your personal life.

 

I hope that wasn't all you took from my message. I was telling you it was a moving and well-written story. I mean, there are many arousing stories on this site but few that move me on a human, emotional level. So kudos to you on that, on sharing this.

Oh yes, that wasn't all I got from your story.  I just thought you might enjoy knowing what Kate's reaction to that was.

 

Also the image of me as a super confident, macho guy is very inaccurate, to the point of almost being funny.  I just am able to force myself to do what needs to be done is all.

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Wow, I guess this thread has been going on for a while, but I haven't seen it before.I wish that I had, because it would have helped me realize some things about my own relationships that I just needed a change of perspective to get. I think this is one of the most human stories on the site, and I am glad that you feel so comfortable sharing it with this community. Keep on swimming as Dory likes to say haha. I enjoy your work on both of your sites, and thanks for sharing.

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