Diapered at Camp
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Diapered at Camp – by William

August 3, 2018

My fetish started when I was in my early teens. I was thirteen years old the first time my mom agreed to let me go to summer camp. It was something we hadn’t been able to afford before, but my mom had started dating this guy that offered to pay for it. I thought it was nice of him but realized later in life it was a small investment to get my mom alone for two weeks. I don’t blame him at all.

When all the kids were at camp, the head counselor gave us a speech about rules and then told us to check the boards for our cabin assignments. Most of the cabins were separated out between boys and girls, but I was assigned to cabin 4A and several girls were assigned to 4B. It was a larger cabin than the others with a room of bunks for boys and another for girls. Between the two rooms was the infirmary.

That evening, after curfew, one of the counselors gathered us together and told us this was the cabin for campers that wet the bed. Most of the kids looked embarrassed to have their secret talked about so openly but I was just confused. I hadn’t wet the bed since I was a toddler.

At first, I assumed they just ran out of room in the other cabins and I was the unlucky one to get stuck with the bedwetters, but then she introduced the camp nurse and told us we would all be required to wear “protective underwear” to bed for health code reasons. When she told us to line up outside her office with our pajamas, I went directly to the counselor and told her I was in the wrong cabin. Being diapered at camp was simply not going to happen.

She tried to calm me down by insisting bedwetting was normal and I shouldn’t be embarrassed. I was adamant though and swore up and down I hadn’t wet the bed since I was young. To her credit, she did check my file to make sure it wasn’t a mistake. Right there in the paperwork my mom signed, she had marked off “Enuresis” as one of my medical conditions. I still argued though and told her I didn’t think my mother knew what that word meant, but she insisted she wouldn’t have listed it if she didn’t.

When I started crying, she offered to call my mother and get it straightened out. Nobody answered, which was just my luck. It figures she would spend her first free night with her boyfriend. The counselor told me they had no choice but to follow health code requirements, but insisted that nobody outside of our cabin would know and she would call my mom again the next day.

I wasn’t the only person crying. Several of the campers were crying as they walked out of the nurse’s office – diapered under their pajamas. The counselor cut in line and took me into the office as one of the girls walked out. She told the nurse everything and then left the room. The nurse tried to calm me down by telling me that a lot of people had to wear special underwear and even if I didn’t need it I shouldn’t be embarrassed.

She told me to lay down on one of the cots and then pulled off my pants and underwear. I froze in embarrassment at being exposed in front of her, but I broke down bawling when she pulled out the large adult diaper. I had assumed “protective underwear” was going to be like training pants, but I was wrong. I was about to be diapered at thirteen. As much as I wanted to run away, I just lay there as she wrapped the diaper around me and taped it up.

The crinkling sound of the plastic diaper made me blush as I changed into my pajamas but walking out of the room was even worse. I hadn’t noticed the sound coming from the other students but felt like it was exceptionally loud in my case. I walked quickly to my bunk and hid under the covers.

Nobody really talked before light’s out. We were all too embarrassed about laying in our bunks diapered. It took a while to fall asleep as the thoughts of the evening ran through my head. Why would my mother list me as a bedwetter? Was it a joke? Was she being mean? Maybe her boyfriend did it? In the quiet room, I could hear the crinkling of diapers as the other boys shifted around in bed.

In the morning, we once again had to line up outside the nurse’s office. Several of us complained that we would take the diapers off ourselves, but she said she had to check for rashes. She was always apologetic about it and explained that bedwetters usually weren’t allowed to attend summer camp, but they were able to make exceptions if they followed certain protocols.

Diapered at Camp
Diapered at Camp

Several campers smelled of pee and you could see the looks of disappointment on their face. Even though I wasn’t wet, the nurse still wiped me down with wipes after removing the diaper. To my surprise, I found I enjoyed it a little. The nurse was an attractive woman in her 30s, so her touch gave me goosebumps. After she finished, she said she left a message for my mother and that I should tell her to call the nurse if I talked to her before she called back.

A few hours later, I used the payphone to call home and my mom picked up. She said she didn’t answer the phone because she got home late and slept in. I was too embarrassed to tell her I was diapered for bed, so I just asked her why she checked off enuresis on my paperwork. The answer was worse than I imaged.

She said she knew all about my “little habit” because she’s the one that washed my clothes. I was confused at first, because I never wet the bed, but then she made it clear she was talking about the stains in my underwear from masturbating. Turns out my mother thought enuresis meant masturbation.

At that point I realized if she talked to the nurse, she was going to explain the mix-up and the nurse would know about me masturbating. As an adult I know it’s normal, but at 13 it was the worst thing I could imagine. My mind went through the options really quick and I realized I would rather be diapered than have anyone know I was a masturbator, so I told my mom not to worry about calling the nurse.

That night the cabin loosened up a bit. Lining up to be diapered wasn’t as embarrassing, because we all knew to keep each other’s secrets. As I was lying in bed thinking about the nurse wiping me down the next morning, I started rubbing myself through the diaper. A minute later I was ejaculating into the diaper.

A little while after that I remembered what my mom had said about washing my underwear and that’s how she knew I was masturbating. I had just masturbated in my diaper and the nurse was going to notice in the morning. I thought about going to the bathroom and throwing away the diaper, but I knew I would get caught. They would find it in the trash and see the stains. After a lot of deliberation, I realized I only had one option. I had to pee in the diaper to cover up the evidence. It took a lot of concentration, but I was able to get my bladder to release and I started to pee. I got another surprise when I realized how good it felt.

When I went in for morning cleanup, the nurse said “I guess I can stop trying to reach your mother now” and gave me one of those smiles like she knew I was lying about being a bedwetter. The rest of camp, I masturbated several more times. Instead of pissing myself to cover it up, I would soak the diaper first and masturbate to the wonderful sensation.
When I got home, my mother told me she looked up enuresis and apologized for marking it on my paperwork. She asked if it caused me any trouble, so I omitted the part of the story about being diapered and told her I had to sleep in a stinky cabin with a bunch of bedwetters.

The following two years I went back to the same camp, but she filled out the paperwork properly both times. Not wanting to miss out on being diapered, I opened the envelope and marked it off myself before mailing it in.

Aside from three wonderful summer breaks in night time diapers, I had saved some of the money I earned mowing lawns to buy diapers of my own. I would often wear them under my clothes when I went hiking in the woods and remove my pants when I was far enough in to know I was alone. It was always a thrill that someone else might be hiking, but I never ran into anyone else.

During my senior year, I gave into temptation and wore a diaper to school once. I wore underwear over the diaper to cut down on the crinkling and just in case I chickened out and removed the diaper. Also wore my baggiest jeans and a long flannel to hide any trace of the bulk. I felt like I was floating on a cloud all day, constantly aroused by the possible of being discovered diapered, and wet the diaper twice after lunch. At the end of the day, the diaper had leaked and there was a tell-tale stain at the top of my thigh. Someone else pointed it out, but I played it off as spilled soda.

As an adult I have been fairly active in the ABDL community. I met my amazing girlfriend on FetLife and we’ve been together for three years now. We are both diapered the majority of the time at home, but my job doesn’t really allow me to wear at work. I really don’t think my life could get any better.

Yours Truly, William

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  1. I was diapered at camp too, but it wasn’t like your letter. Different times I guess?

    I was already deep into my diaper fetish at the time and had convinced my mom that pullups were inadequate by drenching them multiple times before morning and making sure they leaked. She started buying me Attends instead.

    When I went to camp, the kids that had bedwetting problems didn’t have their own cabin. We had several choices before bed; put on pullups or diapers under the blankets, do it in the bathroom, or ask the nurse for help. I desperately wanted the experience of having someone else diaper me, so I chose to go to the nurse’s office for help. She didn’t even question it and diapered me right up. I was scared to walk back to my cabin diapered under my pajamas, because Attends can be very crinkly. So the nurse gave me a plastic bag with a few supplies for the cabin to take with me. If anyone heard the crinkling, they would assume it was the bag.

    Being diapered by the camp nurse was the best thing ever, but it only lasted two weeks.

    1. That is similar to my own camp story. We didn’t have pullups when I was growing up, so my mom bought the Attends when I outgrew baby diapers. Surprisingly the Luvs largest size lasted until I was 13.

      When I went to camp, it was only for a week and I had to diaper myself. It would have been amazing to be diapered by someone else, but I would have chickened out way too fast. I just waited until everyone else was asleep and then snuck to the bathroom to put the diaper on. Then, because I was still diapered, I would act groggy and lay in bed until they all went to breakfast to take it off. If it was dry, I would remove the diaper under my covers and act like everything was fine. lol

  2. I wasn’t a bedwetter, but part of my fetish originated at camp. There was a boy in our group that brought diapers to sleep in and he was caught diapered as he came out of the bathroom on his third night there. He was teased so bad that he cried and wanted to go home, but camp was too far for his mom to come get him.

    Me and two other boys felt bad and befriended him. He diapered himself every night and got teased every time, but we always tried to make him feel better. The other boys starting claiming the rest of us wore diapers too, since that’s the only reason we would defend him. It only served to cause my fetish. I guess the joke’s on them, because I’m now happily diapered every night.

  3. That is how it worked when I went to camp. I only did sixth grade camp though.

    We had a dorm that was a little farther from the others and since we weren’t allowed to hang around other dorms, it was secluded. It was also back before Pullups existed, so it was a mix of Pampers and Chux – yes I’m that old.

    For those that don’t know, Chux was the first brand of disposable diapers. The largest size was intended for toddlers, but easily fit anyone up to about 140 pounds.

    Anyway, everyone had to be in their cabins by 9pm and in bed by 10pm. In the bedwetter dorm, we used that time to get into our diapers and pajamas. Most of us diapered ourselves, but if your mother checked the box saying you needed help, the nurse diapered you. I think there was only two that were diapered by the nurse at first, but a third was put on the list after his shoddy tape job caused his diaper to leak.

    Being diapered by the nurse was way more embarrassing than doing it yourself. We would go to the bathroom and diaper ourselves in the stalls privately. If the nurse did it, she would diaper you right there on your bed while everyone watched.

    That was definitely a big event in the formation of my fetish. I already had the fetish before camp. In fact, I was never a true bedwetter at all. I just faked it to get diapers. In hindsight, I realized how terrible that seems, but I was young and didn’t know better. My time at camp, however, turned my love of diapers into a love of being humiliated in them.

    1. OMG! I remember Chux. I wore them to bed until I was 12. They had no elastic, so I still had to wear plastic pants over them. And they didn’t have the polymer stuff that soaks up the pee, so they would get cold and clammy.

      They came in a box that said “Chux Diapers – Toddlers – For babies over 35 pounds” and they weren’t kidding. I had to be 120 pounds by the time I stopped wetting the bed and they still fit. One of my most embarrassing memories was always having that box sitting on my dresser as a badge of shame – exposed to any of my friends that might come visit. The words “For babies over 35 pounds” was the real kicker.

      Times have really changed though. Kids are understood and given Pullups these days. When I was a bedwetter, it was a constant source of humiliation. My mother would come in every night and tell me it was time to “get my baby diaper” on. Then I would try to avoid looking at her as she taped up that Chux and pulled the rubber pants over them.

      It’s a fond memory now, but it was horrible at the time. Being diapered by my mom at 12 years old sounds like an ABDL fantasy, but I still wish it had never happened.

  4. We weren’t asked if we wet the bed when I went to camp. The cabins had bunks with those hard plastic covered mattresses, so they were waterproof. We had to bring our own sleeping bags. My mom just stuffed a few diapers into the bottom of my sleeping bag to get me through the week of camp. I just had to be careful about diapering myself because the cabin would be really quiet at bedtime. I was so terrified the other girls would hear the tapes, I just unfolded the diaper and slid it under my panties. It worked surprisingly well.

    1. That sounds almost exactly like my camp experience. My mother hid Pullups in my pillow case and I would put them on inside my sleeping bag at night.

      There was one girl that was too big for Pullups and she was heard taping on a diaper at night. There were some hushed whispers about the girl that wore diapers, but I don’t think anyone teased her about it.

  5. In my younger years, camps varied a lot. The first two times I went to summer camp were in California. Bedwetters were expected to deal with their problem on their own. I don’t know if there were any options for those that needed help. If there was, it was a well kept secret.

    During those two camps, I would put a diaper on in the bathroom and cover up with pajamas and a robe to climb into bed. The bathrooms were basically port-a-potties, so I had plenty of privacy. Pullups existed at the time, but I was too big and had to wear Attends.

    When I was 14, we moved to Alabama. The summer camp there was run by the church and they were really strict about everything. I assumed the bedwetting thing would be the same as California, but it wasn’t. When we arrived, the counselors searched everyone’s bags for contraband first thing and did it in front of everyone.

    When they found my small stack of diapers, they loudly asked if I had a bedwetting problem and I had to answer while a bunch of other kids snickered at me. They put the diapers in a bag with my name on it and they were taken the infirmary. Just like the kids with medication, every night I was required to go to the infirmary and pick up one of my diapers. Then I had to put it on in the infirmary bathroom, so they could make sure I was wearing it, and sent back to my cabin. Every morning, I had to wear it back to the infirmary so the nurse could make a note of whether it was wet or dry.

    In hindsight, it surely helped to develop my fetish, but at the time it was the most humiliating thing I ever experienced. That was the last time I went to summer camp too.

    1. a little off topic but the church used to be real bad about that stuff. I wet my pants in sunday school when I was ten and one of the nuns dragged me off to the daycare and put me in a diaper and I had to stand in the corner at sunday school until my mom came to get me.

    2. Dude! Almost exactly what I experienced! They searched our bags and pulled out my diapers in front of everyone and put them on the “medical tray” and tagged it with my name. An hour before light’s out we had to go to the infirmary to get a diaper and put it on while the nurse watched. Every morning it was marked down whether we wet or not, so they could report to our parents how many accidents we had.

  6. Being diapered at camp was the event that exposed my diaper fetish to my parents. When we arrived at camp, we had to fill out questionnaires about medical issues and allergies. When I saw the box for bedwetting, I checked it just out of morbid curiosity.

    A few hours later, one of the counselors took me to the nurse’s office and asked if I brought protection with me. I told them I didn’t use protection and just had a rubber sheet at home. The nurse gave me a small stack of some off brand adult diapers to take back to my cabin. Our cabins each had four rooms and I was in a room with three other boys that were bedwetters, so there wasn’t any humiliation associated with it.

    It was an awesome experience to wear diapers to bed every night. But a couple weeks after camp, my mom asked me about the bill she received for diapers. I lied and told her they must have screwed up, so she called and talked to them. The nurse told her straight up that I had told them I was a bedwetter and verified that it was actually me that received and wore the diapers.

    After that, she sent me to my room until I was ready to tell her the truth. I came up with a bunch of excuses, but ended up just telling her that I liked diapers to avoid more trouble. To her credit, she told me it was normal to experiment but she hoped that I learned my lesson.

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