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What would make her feel more helpless and childish other than taking away her privilege of using the potty. Not only that, but conditioning her to depend on you for her most private and important every day needs.
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The Diaper Revolution (Can’t remember the author, but wasn’t written by me)
The evolving diaper revolution
It all started in the 1990s but no body really picked up on it. Most public schools in the United States have strict rules stating that children must be potty trained before entering school. But more and more parents were sending their children to kindergarten before they mastered their potty skills. Teachers dealt with the occasional accidents.
By 2010 however with both mothers and fathers working and the world becoming increasingly automated, parents spent less time giving their children the appropriate potty training skills. Instead of the occasional accidents, kindergarten teachers began noticing more children coming to school in training pants. They were dealing with constant dribblers now. School boards were informed, but sided with parents, relaxing the rules on potty training for kindergartners.
After a few years, more and more kindergartners started arriving at school in full fledged diapers. Diaper manufacturers responded with larger sizes, better protection and odor guards. Commercials on television showed kindergartners in school, a teacher praising a child for wearing the proper protection. “I love my children and that’s why it’s important to send them to school with the best protection,” she says. Pointing to a child in a slightly crouched position, the teacher smiles and says, “Keeping them comfortable all day is important for their social development.”
Soon first graders began to enter the school year with a constant dribble. Again the training pants manufacturers responded. Teachers saw thick panties hugging the bottoms of their students. Some quit. It just wasn’t right they said. But school boards continued to relent to parents’ insistence that their children would eventually master their potty skills.
Then it happened. First graders began coming to class in diapers. Diaper manufacturers were excited. This was a big money making opportunity. News organizations pounced, but what they found was that most child psychologists recommended children mastering potty skills on their own. A famous daytime talk show television star began a month long campaign about child development. Parents saw study after study showing that potty training was harmful to young children. It just produced too much stress they said.
Soon first graders moved from the occasional pee accident to full fledged diaper defecations. School nurses began training programs to show teachers how to properly respond to accident prone children. Don’t make a scene, they said. They’ll grow out of it. Diaper manufacturers made the diapers so well fitted and comfortable that the young students could comfortably deal with a messy diaper throughout the day and even learn to change themselves when they got home from school.
The trend continued. Soon second and even a few third graders trickled into class with the dribbles. Children’s diapers were coming close to some of the smaller adult diaper sizes. Then the first third graders came to class in diapers. Socially, children saw diapers as a necessity, sort of like putting on a pair of socks. Fourth, fifth and sixth graders started dribbling. They came to class in training pants. After a few years, some started having day time bowel movements in class, alarming teachers. The older students progressed to pull-ups. Diaper manufacturers pounced. It was time to put older students into diapers, they said. Hiring some of the best marketers, ad campaigns focused on how cool diapers were. Diapers in colors like hot pink came to market. And ads focused on young television child actors feeling cool in their diapers.
Parents were encouraged to keep their children in diapers. “Your child will learn at their appropriate time,” the ads said. Some ads got even bolder, showing a famous child actor entering a school rest room for a “change.” The camera zoomed in on the bottom of a bathroom stall. The sound of diaper tapes could be heard and then a clearly full diaper fell to the floor. It was the color that was most interesting. This wasn’t a young teenager with bladder control issues. Nope, this teen was quite comfortable pushing out a fresh load in his pants. Clearly a brown hue could be seen through the diaper’s plastic cover.
High schools started a program to give out a potty training certificate to students who mastered potty training by the tenth grade. Parents rebelled. The certificate program was pushed to the 11th grade and then the 12th grade. And then graduation.
With a worldwide shortage of clean, drinkable water, environmental groups came on board. They touted the benefits of cloth diapers. A few years later government research produced ways to recycle disposable diapers to create clean energy. This finally did it.
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Today is 2025 and my son Bobby is headed to his high school graduation. I’m proud of him, he’s only one of two students in the whole school who mastered his potty training. It hasn’t been easy for Bobby. All those messy accidents at soccer practice were disgusting. I remember one time he had an accident on an airplane – some parents were so mad at us for not making sure he was wearing diapers. But he’s finally mastered it. Well, almost. He occasionally has a few dribbles.
At the graduation the valedictorian, a young teenager gave a rousing speech. Jennifer Thompson was a straight A student. Her parents were very proud. Jennifer got a perfect score on her SATs. She was headed to Harvard next year after having her choice of all the Ivy League schools.
“During these four years, we’ve gathered cherished memories that we will forever hold dearly in our hearts,” she said.
Suddenly during the middle of the speech, there was a pause. Jennifer looked out at the crowd, shifted slightly from side to side and then clenched her fists on the podium. She leaned slightly forward.
Recent studies by school psychologists showed that teenagers were enjoying the same sensations as infants when they had bowel movements in their pants. Jennifer was no exception. Those in the front row could see her face turn a shade red. Only those on the stage could hear the sounds. She quietly grunted. A tingling sensation shot up her spine as her body responded to her signal to expel the waste. She let out the first fart and then a slight brapp as a large semi-soft load began to fill her diaper. Beneath her graduation gown, the creases in the back of her diaper began to stretch and puff out slowly as the warm brown mess exited her anus pushing against the back of the thick disposable diaper and spread to form a warm thick wad between her legs. The sensation climaxed for Jennifer. Then she released a flood of urine into the diaper. As it tricked against the padding it warmed and expanded making the diaper grow even heavier. It was a full fledged diaper defecation.
Soon, Jennifer regained her composure and went on to finish her speech. She may have mastered her education, but toilet training took a back seat.
What made it an interesting scene was that all the students and even the teachers and administrators on stage were clearly unfazed by the episode. No one said a word or came to her aid. They had seen it so many times before.
After the speech, Jennifer received a standing ovation. She shook the high school principal’s hand and walked with a slight waddle to her seat.
When she sat down the soft load squished between her butt cheeks. What a mess she would have to deal with when she got home.
I’d expect in a few years we’ll all be wearing diapers. They’re all the rage now. And just think, it all started in the 1990s.
Miranda sat watching TV in a white t-shirt and pink tights over her usual thick diaper. She had been wearing diapers for two years now ever since her parents decided she wasn’t mature enough for big girl things like panties. But Miranda didn’t mind anymore, she had grown used to diapers and using them. As she sat on the couch watching her show Miranda felt the familiar sensation that meant she had to use her diaper. Without missing a beat or losing her concentration on the TV show she was watching Miranda began to pee in her diaper. But as she felt her diaper grow warm and wet Miranda realised that she needed to do more than just wet her diaper. Again, without even looking away from the screen Miranda manoeuvred herself into a squatting position and began to push. Her pushing rewarded her with the feeling of a mess falling into the seat of her diaper. As soon as she had finished pooping her diaper Miranda got up from the couch, no longer concerned with the show she had been watching and made her way over to the balcony door. Once she was out on the balcony Miranda got her exercise ball out of the corner and placed it in the centre of the balcony. Then she turned around to get a good view of the town and slowly lowered herself onto the exercise ball, butt first. When she came into contact with the ball she felt the warm mess in her diaper squish and spread as she put all of her weight onto it. She liked that feeling, that’s why she did this almost every time she pooped her diaper. Ten minutes later Miranda’s mom came into the room and seeing the balcony door open she instantly knew what had happened. Sure enough she saw her twenty year old daughter on her exercise ball, bouncing up and down. “Miranda sweetie,” she called to her. “Let mommy change your stinky diaper now.”
Spring was now here, and Katie’s eighteenth birthday fell in March. Her present was some new ice skates and her mom signed her up for an ice skating class.
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I became very good at ice skating and that spring I started practicing to be in an ice skating contest. I got my own coach, and of course, she had to know about my diapers. Every day after school I had a one hour practice, and on Saturdays I had a two hour practice. My mom instructed my coach to change me if I needed to be changed, but also informed her that she was going to put me in thicker diapers for practice, so unless I wet a lot or went poop I shouldn’t need to be changed.
It was very embarrassing at first, showing up wearing my training clothes, which were essentially tights or tight fitting workout pants that made my diaper painfully obvious, but after a while I forgot about being in diapers and just enjoyed skating and getting to know my coach who became a good friend to me.
On the day of my first practice, I was a little nervous. My mom thought I looked so cute, especially since my diaper was obvious, but I was scared others would say something, especially since everyone here were people that didn’t know me from school and didn’t know that I wore diapers; at least not yet. However my fears subsided a bit when I noticed other kids practicing at the skating center didn’t really notice me since they were busy with their own coaches.
The first practice was going pretty good. I started practicing skating moves right away. After about twenty minutes of skating, I felt the need to pee and before I could think anything more about it I was soaking my diaper while skating. I wet my diaper a lot and it was getting really soggy and the diapers my mom had put me in, the ABU’s I normally wore, just got bigger and bulkier, which made it a little hard to skate. I then slipped on the ice since my mind wasn’t set on what I was doing and landed flat on my butt. Of course it didn’t hurt much since the padding of my thick diaper cushioned my fall. I could feel the warm urine squishing around in my diaper when I fell. My coach asked if I was okay and I said yes. I got up and skated back to her. I decided not to tell her I was wet because I didn’t want to have to hassle her with getting changed.
By the end of the practice, my diaper was cold and soggy. When I got home my mom changed me and saw I got a small diaper rash.
“Katie, dear, you’re going to have to tell Mrs. Johnson when you go pee pee in your diaper. Otherwise you’ll keep getting these rashes,” my mom said. She applied some baby cream on my rash and put a new diaper on me.
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The next practice came and this time when I wet I decided to tell Mrs. Johnson.
“Uh, I just wet my diaper. It’s really wet. Can you change me?”
“Certainly,” she said with a smile.
She took me into the locker room and into the bathroom and changed me in there. It really wasn’t all that bad. No one saw me getting changed so I felt better about it. While I was getting changed, she treated me as if I was a little two year old and even talked baby talk to me like my mom did. It was great knowing my coach was so accepting of me.
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By the end of spring and beginning of summer, I was ready to enter the Girls 18 and Under Skating Contest. I was a bit nervous, but felt good about myself.
The big day came and it was my turn to compete. This contest was being aired on a local TV station. Of course, I was wearing a diaper, and my mom had put me again in my ABU diapers saying that a thinner diaper might leak and I might not have a chance to get changed between the time I got to the arena and the time I was supposed to go on to do my routine. So it was fairly obvious I was diapered, especially since now I wasn’t wearing warm up and practice clothes, but my competition outfit which was a short skirt, which barely covered much, let alone a thick bulky diaper.
“And now, for our final contestant, let’s give a warm welcome to a young lady who is a newcomer to the skating scene but shows a lot of promise, give a warm round of applause for eighteen year old Katie,” the announcer said, and the crowd applauded generously.
It was finally time. I began skating to the music being played over the loudspeaker. My routine was going great until around the last few minutes. I felt the need to poop and did not want to because obviously skating with a loaded poopy diaper wouldn’t be the best combination.
It was impairing my concentration. As I was trying to stay focused on what I did, and with a pained expression on showing on my face, my body forced the poop out of me. I tried with all of my might to keep it in, but it was no use, as I had virtually little to no control these days when it came to pooping and peeing my diapers, and I was now skating with a poopy, squishy diaper.
Despite this fact, I tried to do my best. I was doing fine, and still hanging in there doing my routine, that was until my very last (and most challenging) move where I had to jump in the air, spin, and land back on the ice and skate to the side. I began to jump, and when I landed, instead of landing on two feet, I completely missed and landed on my bottom. The impact of me hitting the ground and smashing the poop in my diaper was a strange and incredible feeling. I had sat in my poopy diapers plenty of times before, but smashing it down with such force like I did this time was completely foreign to me. I felt so miserable and embarrassed and instantly shed tears.
Forgetting the fact that several thousand people where watching me and that I was on local TV, I cried to my coach “I’m sorry. I went poopy in my diaper and I lost control.” She then ran over to me, helped me up and brought me back to where she was sitting. Reality came back to me and I realized what I had said in front of everyone. People were staring at me with strange looks. I put my head down and closed my eyes, crying. My coach tried to comfort me, saying that it was ok and that no one could hear me or see my diaper, even though there was now a foul smell lingering around me and my diaper was noticeably sagging well below my skirt. I appreciated her trying to calm me down, but knew everyone was still watching. I wondered what the people from the TV station were saying on the air about me.
My coach escorted me away from the competition area, grabbed the spare diapers and changing supplies my mom had given her before the competition and took me to the locker room to change me out of my completely loaded diaper. She laid me down on a special counter space in the girls locker room that was meant for moms that had to change babies, but I fit just fine on it. She didn’t really have to undress me to change me, she simply lifted my small skating skirt up and started to undo my diaper, which revealed the massive load I had made in my diaper. I always do pretty big poopy’s, but my body betrayed me today with this massive load I had filled my diaper with, and during the middle of my skating competition no less.
When I got home I watched the skating contest that my mom had DVR’d. They didn’t mention anything about me wearing diapers since their microphones didn’t pick up what I said. But all the people watching heard me. I was feeling pretty bad that day from losing the contest, but my mom made me feel better. She saw me crying in my crib that afternoon and picked me up.
“Aww, it’s ok Katie. You tried your best. Mommy will make you feel better. You look tired. You need a nap. Would you like me to rock you and read you a story?’
“Yeah, please mama,” I said quietly.
She put me in my sleeper and began rocking me. I feel asleep in her arms only after two minutes of the story she started reading me. When I woke up I was soaked and still in my mother’s arms. She changed me, and dressed me back into some of my comfy baby clothes I wore around the house. I felt better after my nap, and didn’t care what those people thought anymore. I didn’t know most of them anyway, and being in diapers was something that I loved to much to give up, regardless of who knew about it.
I returned the next week to continue my practices, and now all of the other kids at the skate center who practiced there knew I wore diapers. I even heard a few of the other girls my age giggle when they saw me, and saw them pointing at my diaper underneath my outfit, but I just tried to ignore them and kept on getting better and better at my skating and Mrs. Johnson always had my back too. By the end of the summer I had entered two more contests and finished 5th and 2nd, and thankfully didn’t have anymore poopy accidents while skating, but did skate both of those contests in wet diapers both times. After all, I’m a diaper girl and diapers aren’t going to keep me from doing things I love to do, and I’m certainly never going to give up my diapers either.
Most embarrassing diaper story?
There are too many contenders for most embarrassing diaper story!!! I honestly don't know which one I would rate as most embarrassing. One incident that comes to mind is a doctor's appointment I had a year or so ago. I was going in for an ultrasound on my stomach. I wore a Stitch Kigurumi. I had no clothes under my kigu. It was just my bra and diaper. When the nurse unzipped my kigu to apply the jell on my belly, you could see my diaper, and what made it more embarrassing is that it was an abdl diaper with babyish prints on them. The nurse said nothing about it, but that's not the embarrassing incident in question.
All morning, my tummy was very upset. I knew a messy diaper was inevitable and prayed that it wouldn't happen at my appointment. The nurse was pressing the ultrasound device onto my belly, making it really hard to hold everything in. I tried my best to hold it, but she was pressing the device on my tummy for so long I couldn't hold it anymore. It was very obvious what was happening. It was loud and smelly, and I was mortified. I was in shock for a moment, trying to find the words to say. As I was about to apologize, the nurse beat me to it, apologizing profusely! I apologized as well assuring her that this was, unfortunately, a common occurrence. I left crying on my car once I was away from people🥲
