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I was halfway between the car and the store before I realized that I wasn't wearing anything over my diaper. As soon as I was changed she bent down to check Russell's diaper to discover he was wet as well, after changing him she announced, "Well that does it, there's only one diaper left! Looks like we're going shopping." So Barb packed us into the car and headed off to the grocery store. Barb picked me up and took me to Russell's room, laid me on the changing table and quickly changed my soggy diaper.
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Well if you want to pee in your diaper like a little baby I guess we need to get you some bigger diapers." She added, as urine began to trickle down my leg. "So not only do you want to wear diapers you want to use them. Barb put the bottle in the sink and removed the tray from the highchair to discover that I was peeing in my diaper. I was in heaven, I didn't even try to stop myself from peeing I just reveled in the sensations as the warm pee spread throughout the padding of the diaper. I was almost finished drinking when my bladder suddenly gave out and as I moaned around the nipple in my mouth, I soaked the diaper as I finished the bottle. So I continued to suckle at the nipple of the baby bottle as the pressure built inside my bladder.
I tried to take the nipple out of my mouth so I could tell Barb that I needed to pee but she kept moving the bottle, it was clear that she wasn't going to let me speak until I finished the second bottle as well. I tried to shuffle my weight to ease my discomfort, which only made things worse. Halfway through the second bottle I could feel my bladder beginning to strain with the intake of liquid. After I had finished the bottle Barb immediately replaced it with another one. Next Barb produced a baby bottle of juice from the fridge and stuck the nipple in my mouth forcing me to drink the contents of the bottle. She made me sit down and fastened the straps and tray in place to secure me in, I wouldn't be getting out of this highchair without her help. As soon as we arrived she firmly but gently, guided me to the highchair sitting by the kitchen table. Barb put Russell in his crib and led me to the kitchen. I looked to be about 3 to 3 � my T- shirt didn't quite reach the top of my diaper and without any pants on I looked as though I should almost be wearing a diaper shirt with the snaps in the crotch to keep my T-shirt from riding up. Looking back at me was a toddler, albeit a tall one but definitely not a six-year-old boy. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. The diaper was really tight and obviously wasn't made for someone my size, I was shocked that it even fit at all but at the same time I was thrilled to actually be wearing a diaper! I started to walk but the thickness of the padding between my legs forced them apart causing me to waddle. "There you are." she commented, "Wish granted." She finished as she playfully swatted my diapered ass. After lowering my butt onto the diaper she sprinkled me with baby powder and pulled the front of the diaper snugly up between my legs before taping it into place. She unfolded it and with one hand lifted my bum off the table by my legs while pushing the diaper under me with the other. Once I was positioned on the table Barb finished removing my sweats and underwear before pulling out a disposable diaper. Before I had any more time to think, she pushed me backwards so that I started to fall onto the changing table but she grabbed hold of me to control my decent. What I found even harder to believe was that Barb was about to fulfill my request. I couldn't believe that I had said that I wanted to wear diapers out loud. I was stunned for a second and didn't know what to do. "You wish you were wearing diapers too huh? Well that's easily enough arranged." She said as she grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down around my ankles. I didn't even know that I had voiced my desire out loud until Barb turned to look at me. One Wednesday that's exactly what I said, "I wish I was wearing diapers too." I said, sort of half wishing half day dreaming. I used to watch as Barb would change Russell's diapers and wished that I were wearing them too. Her name was Barb and she had a 3-year-old son named Russell. When I was 6 I used to get babysat by the lady who lived across the street from us.