My Sister Diapered Me

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My Sister Diapered Me
Has an older sibling ever changed your diaper when you were a toddler?
Master of Pampers Peeing in Wetting Pampers & Pooping Pampers , Adult Baby/Diaper Lovers ( Graduated 1991 ) · Author has 339 answers and 1.9M answer views · Mar 14 ·
I wear diapers for bedwetting and my younger brother treats me like his baby brother. Does anyone have siblings that treat them like a kid or baby brother just because they wear diapers?
I just caught my 11-year-old daughter wearing her older brother's diapers he wears for his bedwetting. I don’t think she’s been having accidents. What should I do?
How many moms caught their older teenage daughters in diapers and let them still wear diapers?
Have you ever had to change a diaper on your cousin or sibling?
How do you feel about your younger brothers and/or sisters completely out of diapers before you? I am a 14-year-old bedwetter. My brother is 8, and my sister is 5.
college student who still wears diapers · Author has 677 answers and 2.1M answer views · 1 y ·
I wear diapers for bedwetting and my younger brother treats me like his baby brother. Does anyone have siblings that treat them like a kid or baby brother just because they wear diapers?
I just caught my 11-year-old daughter wearing her older brother's diapers he wears for his bedwetting. I don’t think she’s been having accidents. What should I do?
How many moms caught their older teenage daughters in diapers and let them still wear diapers?
Have you ever had to change a diaper on your cousin or sibling?
How do you feel about your younger brothers and/or sisters completely out of diapers before you? I am a 14-year-old bedwetter. My brother is 8, and my sister is 5.
Did your older brother ever change your diapers (you being a younger sister)?
Have you ever had to change your sibling’s diaper?
How does it feel to have younger siblings change older siblings’ diapers?
Why does my mom make me wear my little brothers diaper to bed?
If you changed a sibling’s diaper or had your diaper changed by a sibling when you were a baby, do you feel embarrassed about it? Is that really weird or something?
How can I get out of changing my little brother’s diapers? I’m 14 and my mom gets me to do it all the time.
Does your mom always change your diaper for you?
When I change my baby boy’s diaper, I notice only the front of the diaper is wet. Why is this? This never happened with my daughter. Is he not peeing enough?
How should I react toward a healthy 2-year-old boy who peed on me during his diaper change and laughed? I am his babysitter and it’s happened twice now. He’s far too old for it to be an accident.
My 16-year-old sister acts like a baby and wears diapers, onesies, and pacifiers. Why is she doing this?
I wear diapers for bedwetting and my younger brother treats me like his baby brother. Does anyone have siblings that treat them like a kid or baby brother just because they wear diapers?
I just caught my 11-year-old daughter wearing her older brother's diapers he wears for his bedwetting. I don’t think she’s been having accidents. What should I do?
How many moms caught their older teenage daughters in diapers and let them still wear diapers?
Have you ever had to change a diaper on your cousin or sibling?
How do you feel about your younger brothers and/or sisters completely out of diapers before you? I am a 14-year-old bedwetter. My brother is 8, and my sister is 5.
Did your older brother ever change your diapers (you being a younger sister)?
Have you ever had to change your sibling’s diaper?
How does it feel to have younger siblings change older siblings’ diapers?
Why does my mom make me wear my little brothers diaper to bed?
If you changed a sibling’s diaper or had your diaper changed by a sibling when you were a baby, do you feel embarrassed about it? Is that really weird or something?
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Yes my sister is 3 years older than me and she changed a few of my diapers growing up (mind you I wore diapers until I was 10.
I don’t have an older sibling but my younger brother changed my diaper before , i was potty trained late at about 6 , my brother was 4 and my mom had him changed my diaper at the time .

My True Diaper Story
By Diaperman
8/21/03

I would like to start this piece of writing by giving a background of myself. I am currently 16 and am a junior in High School. I stand at 5’8” and weigh around 140 pounds. I play multiple sports including water polo, swimming, and freestyle skiing. The story I am about to write is a factual account of my life and how I came to love diapers. One more thing I would like to add before starting is that I was potty trained at the normal age of around 2 3/4-3 years old and only ever remember wetting the bed a few times although I did wet my pants once in our mini-van and my mom used to joke about that a bit when I was younger.

I believe it started when I was about 4 or 5 years old at my grandparents house in the “playroom” which doubled as kids room when one of my cousins or I would spend the night. I have 2 female cousins, one who is about a year and a half older than me and one who is six months younger than me. I believe that my older male cousins were also there but I my memory of them being there is a bit sketchy. We were in the playroom and my older female cousin decided to play house. Because I was the youngest male cousin at the time I was to be the baby. My grandmother had a stash of I think size 4 or 5 pampers in a cabinet in the room and we came upon those. My cousin convinced me to let them diaper me somehow and I remember them putting a diaper on me, keeping it on for a minute, and then changing me. We were laughing a whole lot and right in the middle of one of the changes her mother came in. We explained that we were playing house and nothing more was said of the situation. Well while I was diapered I had the sudden urge to squirt some pee into my diapers and I did so with every diaper I had on. I was accused of peeing them by my cousins, I denied it, and it was shrugged off. I don’t remember anything after that but that one incident lead to more fun times.

Shortly after that incident I began to go into my sister’s room when she was either asleep or downstairs and steal one or two diapers at a time. Luckily her room was right next to mine and I was able to easily get the diapers without anyone knowing. Once I had the fluffy and smooth plastic covered pamper in my hand I would either hide it in the back of my closet (I have a fairly large messy walk-in closet) or put this “do not disturb” sign I had on my door in hopes that no one would bother me while I was putting on and using my diaper. This continued for a while and I remember wetting these diapers and one time messing one. I would put the used diapers in my sisters diaper pale and I wasn’t caught until one day. I had just begun to put a diaper on when in walked my mom into the room. She was surprised at first but I just told her (or she suggested) that I was just trying the diaper out to remember what it felt like. Miraculously she shrugged this incident off and I was able to continue wearing and using the diapers. The most daring thing I did with a diaper during the period of my life was wearing one under my pajamas to breakfast. No one said anything and I believe I got away with it. This fun quickly ended when my sister became potty trained but I had managed to stash a few diapers in my closet for a few more diaper times.

After my first full experience with diapers my diaper side of me went back into the shadows for a while and rarely appeared unless I felt like letting out a squirt of pee into my underwear before a shower. One day during a trip to Toys R Us (which was a kids paradise), when I was about 6 years old we came upon a lady with a shopping cart and in it were probably the smallest actually disposable diapers you had ever seen. My mom asked the woman if she actually had a baby that small (these diapers were like preemie, preemie, sized diapers) and she said no these were actually dolly diapers that her daughter used on her many dolls. My mom thought it was a great idea to use those diapers on dolls and quickly purchased a bag for my younger sister who at the time loved playing with dolls. These diapers at first had no significance for me but one day I got the idea to get a couple and see if they would fit me. Of course they didn’t but I decided to get some scotch tape and eventually was able to tape one on. I went to the bathroom, stood over the toilet, and wet it. At that time the familiar and wonderful feeling of a wet diaper came back to me. This practice continued on until the diaper supply ran out and I actually believe that I used more of these dolly diapers than my sister did.

Please respond after you read this if you would like to. This story is completely factual and also the first diaper-related story I have ever written.
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“Truth or dare?” Cora asked her younger 17 year old sister, Brea. Brea was on spring break for 2 weeks and decided to visit the 23 year old in her new apartment, since she missed her sister so much after she left to live on her own; they had a really strong bond, and distance didn't break it. “Dare!” Brea replied excitedly. “I dare you to let me hypnotize you,” Cora said quickly, trying to hide her sly smile. “Pfft, yea sure, whatever! You don't know how to do that,” Brea rolled her eyes. “Alright, then you wouldn't mind focusing on this pendant as I swing it in front of you?” Cora asked, swinging the pendant and quickly grabbing Brea’s attention as she focused with all her might on the swinging object in front of her. “Go to sleep,” Cora ordered after some time of softly speaking to Brea and swinging the pendant, making her sister close her eyes and slump. “Only focus on my voice, Brea. Whenever you hear the word ‘pee’, you will lose control of your bladder and pee. Whenever you hear the word ‘poop’, you will lose control on your bowel movements and mess yourself. Anyone can trigger you to do so except yourself, and you won't be aware that that was be the effect of the hypnosis. You will wake up once I snap my fingers,” Cora commanded, snapping her fingers as soon as she was done. Brea woke up instantly, completely startled. “What just happened?” Brea asked nervously. “Nothing, you were right, I don’t know how to hypnotise,” Cora lied, Brea nodded slowly. “Do you need to go to the bathroom? It looks like you need to pee,” Cora said, Brea shook her head, but to her dismay she felt a stream of urine run down her legs, causing her to look at her older sister in disbelief. “Brea! You just covered my carpet with pee!” Cora exclaimed, causing Brea to wet herself once more. “What the hell?” “I-I didn’t mean to!” Brea protested, on the verge of tears. Cora shook her head and sighed, excused herself then left her younger sister to cry in the living room, only to come shortly with a few things. “Lay down,” Cora ordered, and Brea quickly agreed, too embarrassed and oblivious to do otherwise. Her sister quickly removed her wet pants and panties and wiped her clean, then powdered her generously. Brea was very confused until she felt something soft be placed under her. “Are you-” Brea began. “Yes, I’m diapering you, Brea. You wet yourself twice in mere seconds. I’m not willing to keep cleaning after you the whole day, this will ensure my house stays clean and for you to stay dry...erm...kind of, but you get my point,” Cora explained as she taped the diaper around her sister’s waist. “I don’t want to wear a diaper, Cora, please don’t make me,” Brea cried, hoping her sister would refuse her pleads. Brea had always had an admiration for infantilism ever since she was 10, thankfully no one knew -not even Cora, despite their very close bond- since she was very good when it came to hiding her stash of diapers, or her beloved pacifier and bottle. “I’m sorry, Brea. If it makes you feel better, I’ll wear one, too!” Cora smiled sincerely, “just get me another diaper from the second room on the right in the hall,” she continued, causing Brea to get up and quickly jolt to the described room. As soon as she opened it, she looked around in disbelief; it was a nursery, except all the furniture was too big for a baby. She couldn’t move; she was too shocked and mesmerized by her surroundings. “ Could this be a dream? ” she thought to herself, secretly squealing in her head. The young 17-year old was too dazzled by the room that she didn’t notice her sister walk in. “Ehm, planet earth to Brea. I’ve been waiting forever!” Cora exclaimed, the wipes and baby powder in her hands, “Ah, I see you like this little nursery of mine~ Would you like to sleep here tonight?” she smirked. “Wh-what? No! I was just confused why you have a nursery in your apartment!” Brea said quickly. “A baby room for my baby sister,” Cora smirked, pinching Brea’s cheek, “now are you going to diaper me or not?” she demanded, walking over to the changing table and lay down. Brea quickly took the wipes and powder from her sister then got a diaper from a nearby stash. “But I don’t know how to change diapers..” “Of course you do! You always change yourself into a diaper when you’re alone, or at least you used to do that when I was still living in the same household as you. Do you still do that?” Cora asked. “How did you-” “Shush, Brea! Just change me into a diaper already, or do you want to be the only one diapered here?” The 23-year old exclaimed, causing her sister to quickly change her into a diaper. As soon as she was done, Cora got off the changing table and walked over to the closet to get her younger sister a pair of plastic pants that she forced her to wear. “Just to make sure you don’t leak,” Cora smirked, “now excuse me, I need to wear something to hide my diaper.” “Do you have something for me as well?” Brea asked softly. “Of course! How about we choose each other’s clothes?” Cora said, opening the closet to reveal all the cute clothes, causing Brea to excitedly squeal in agreement. Cora let Brea choose for her first, and she rummaged through the closet only to decide on a baby pink footed-onesie with the words “Mommy’s Precious Baby”.Cora groaned in protest but her sister wouldn’t budge, so she hesitantly agreed to wear the onesie. Once she was done, she quickly chose an outfit for her younger sister: a short frilly pink dress and a bonnet, alongside short frill socks and black mary janes. “I’m not wearing that, you should choose something to hide my diaper!” Brea protested. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” her sister smirked, revealing a pink diaper cover with the phrase “I poop like a princess” written on the back. “This will solve the problem! Now you can wear the outfit, after all, it does hide your diaper.” Brea sighed heavily but obliged to her sister’s demand; she knew there was no way to change her stubborn sister’s mind. She hesitantly removed her clothes and changed into her new attire, Cora helped her get dressed, and as soon as Brea was in her new outfit, Cora took a picture. “You look so adorable!” Cora squealed, leading Brea to mirror to see for herself, and to her dismay; her sister was right! She looked like an adorable baby girl. “Now, I have to clean up the carpet,” Cora began as she led her sister to the living room, “I’m going to be using some very strong products, and I don’t want my little sister to suffocate or get hurt, so..” Cora quickly grabbed Brea and pushed her out of her apartment, “you have to wait outside until I’m done, sorry!” and with that, Cora quickly closed the door and locked it, leaving Brea desperately begging to let her in as she banged on the door. Finally, Brea stopped knocking and waited patiently at the door, until a young teenage boy was walking by.

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