When I was sixteen, I got involved in an after school program visiting elderly people without families. My job was pretty simple - just sit back and get to know them. Listen to their stories offer companionship to keep their spirits up. The gentleman I was assigned to was a really nice guy named Earl that loved to tell me all of his war stories and all of the other events from his life. I had a lot of fun visiting him and on my third visit I made an amazing discovery.

Earl had asked me to go down the hall to the supply closet to get him some shaving cream. In the supply closet, I found several boxes of adult diapers in different sizes. Up to this point I didn't even know diapers came in adult sizes, so I was very excited. Of course, being young it didn't occur to me that I could simply go buy them from a pharmacy, so I devised a plan to steal some. On my following visit I brought a backpack with me and found an excuse to go to the supply closet. Once there, I stuffed a few diapers in my size into the backpack.

That night I wore a diaper that actually fit me for the first time since I was an infant. It was heavenly. I must have masturbated into the diaper a half dozen times before falling asleep. I did this a couple times a week and kept stealing diapers from the home where I volunteered for several months. But that all stopped after I got caught.

One of the nurses that worked in the home had become suspicious when she realized they were disappearing, so she began watching to see who the culprit might be. After seeing me find excuses to visit the supply closet on several occasions, she was finally able to witness my theft and confront me. She told me that she didn't want me to stop visiting Earl, as my visits were something he really enjoyed. So, she gave me another option. She told me that in exchange for my continued volunteering, she would diaper me at the beginning of every visit and I could take an extra diaper home with me for later. I was embarassed to have been caught, but it sounded like a dream come true so I accepted.

Since it was still the beginning of my volunteer shift, she grabbed a fresh diaper and after lowering my pants she taped the diaper around my waist and pulled my pants back up. The feeling of being diapered in a semi-public place around other people was incredible. After finishing my visit with Earl, she told me that the home was happy to have volunteers and I should come back more often. It was clear she figured she could get more volunteer hours out of me with the simply promise of diapered days. Of course it worked. I began volunteering there four or five times a week... and was diapered every time. Such a great memory.