Posted on Wed, 25 August 2021
Hi everyone at Diapered Online! I love your site and wanted to share my own story. I’m not the best writer but hopefully you all can understand it.
Unlike most in the AB/DL community, I didn’t grow up with an interest in diapers. At 24 I was living with my amazing boyfriend, Frank, that I met in college. We had a great relationship that included a little bit of kinkiness. Mostly just playful spankings that ended in a pink butt or a bit of choking during sex.
One day I was walking home from the gym when an asshole ran a red light and hit me. I was told I flew about thirty feet from the force of the impact. I woke up two days later in the hospital in a nearly full body cast. Hit from the right side, my right arm was broken in four places and my left leg in two place. My left forearm, shoulder, collarbone and ankle were also broken. Additionally, I had a serious concussion and road rash across my upper back.
I was in the hospital for nearly two weeks before they decided I had healed enough to go home. Frank took an indefinite leave from work to be with me as much as possible and listened intently as the nurses explained how to deal with my needs. Things got a bit awkward the last couple days when they asked about how I preferred to deal with the call of nature. The options were catheters and bedpans or adult diapers.
After a very humiliating discussion, Frank was incredibly worried about inserting a catheter and possibly hurting me. When the nurse suggested that diapers were probably the easiest and best option, we both jumped on board. Of course, that led to an even more embarrassing situation where the nurse had to teach Frank to change my diapers while moving me as little as possible. He learned quickly and after a dozen diaper changes in two days, he seemed confident he would be fine.
Of course, the first time I messed my diaper at home, I started bawling. I felt like an actual baby – unable to take care of myself – and positive he was going to lose all attraction to me after cleaning up that smelly mess. To his credit, he barely wrinkled his nose and reassured me that everything was fine. It helped at first, but after a week of that I just felt like a burden and began to doubt I would ever heal enough to take care of myself. I started getting snippy with him and constantly insisted I wanted to be alone. He never took the bait, however, and powered through it all. In fact, when I asked him how he could handle staying, he said exactly what I needed to hear…
“Don’t mistake my demeanor for indifference. I’m remembering every outburst and rude comment. Stockpiling them away for when you’re back on your feet. Because then you’re going to be one sorry little girl. I’m going to blister that bottom so hard you’ll never want to sit again. I have to stick around, because I’m going to enjoy it so much! And you’re going to owe me so many blowjobs!”
It made me laugh for the first time since the accident and a bit turned on as well. When he saw me finally smile, he curled up next to me, put his hand against my diapered crotch and massaged my clit until I had the most amazing orgasm of my life.
During my next diaper change, he started using baby talk for the first time, saying things like “your diapie is soaking wet” and “Daddy will make it all better”. It was a little odd at first, but at the same time it aroused me. For the rest of my recovery, he turned every diaper change into a regressive display and wouldn’t stop until I blushed. Every night he would help me fall asleep by rubbing my diaper until I orgasmed.
The casts came off two months later and it only took a little bit of physical therapy to get back on my feet. The doctors told me I was lucky, because most of my injuries were broken bones and soft tissue. It’s the joints and organs that lead to lifetime disabilities and mine were mostly unharmed. My left ankle will never be 100%, but I can walk with a barely noticeable limp.
True to his word, once the doctor gave me the all clear, Frank took me home and put me across his knee. For the first time since we began dating, he gave me a spanking that left bruises and welts on my butt. I LOVED IT!
It took a while for me to tell him how much I missed those diapered orgasms and changes, but when I did he just smiled and retrieved a diaper from the box of leftovers. Actually being able to move around made it even better. Over the last few years we have amassed quite the collection of ageplay and spanking gear. I spend most nights in diapers and the occasional weekend as well.
Anyway, I love your site and I hope you’re able to post this. Feel free to fix my grammar or spelling. I won’t be mad. 🙂
Jenny