April's story
Posted: December 19th, 2023, 11:35 pm
Note: I wrote this story a couple of years ago...I posted it in the story group on daily diapers, so some of you may have seen it there.
I think most of us have seen posts somewhere online from a person who seems fixated on Catholic parishes requiring diapers and plastic pants under girls' communion dresses...they're everywhere. I thought I'd pick one of them and see where I could go with it....
When I was a teenager, my parents made me wear a cloth diaper and plastic pants for special occasions and Easter and Christmas. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just some kind of Catholic thing? My introduction to plastic pants began when i was 11 and made my First Communion and per the parish dress code, I had to wear a cloth diaper and plastic pants under my communion dress. My mom put the cloth diaper and plastic pants in my drawer, and her and dad told me i have to wear them from then on for these occasions. I have since worn them for Easter and Christmas and weddings now for the last three years. Mom and dad also told me i had to wear them under my white confirmation dress for my confirmation in May. I saw the plastic pants in my drawer every morning when I got dressed. One Saturday morning I was curious what it would feel like to wear just the plastic pants. I put them on and nobody could see them under the jeans I had on and I wore them all day. It made me feel really special to wear them and I liked the way they felt. Now I’m glad I tried that and I used to wear my plastic pants under my jeans all the time on Saturdays. Of course I did not complain when I wore my plastic pants and diaper for my confirmation.
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Now it’s ten years later and I’m about to be married. There have been a lot of changes in my life. When I was sixteen, my parents both died in a horrible car accident on the way home from morning Mass. I’d had a sleepover at a friend’s house. It was only the second or third time I hadn’t gone to Mass with them. I ended up moving here to stay with my aunt and uncle, my father’s sister and her husband. Although they’re Catholic too, they have a much more open attitude about their faith, and about life in general. My aunt was surprised to find out that I like to wear plastic panties. When I told her how that had gotten started she said she’d never heard about any such requirements in any parish, and she thought it probably was just some sort of fixation that my parents had had. But she didn’t see any problem with my choice to wear them, and so I still do at times when I feel like it. I found places online to buy them, and have several clear and different colored bikini-cut ones as well as the traditional white full-cut ones I’d grown up with.
My aunt and uncle helped pay my way through college, and between that and part-time and summer jobs I managed to get my BA in English, and now I’m teaching lit and comp at the local high school. I’d done a fair amount of dating, especially after I moved into my own apartment, and last year I met Larry, the man who will soon be my husband. We hit it off really well from the first date, and I’m looking forward to married life with him. It was on our third or fourth date, I think, that I told him about my enjoyment of wearing plastic panties. He’d never known anyone who liked to wear plastic panties but was fine with the idea. When he saw me in them he told me that he thought I looked so cute, and that I could wear them any time I wanted to. That was nice to hear; I’d worried that maybe he might be turned off by them.
Our wedding will be a traditional Catholic one, but not huge, with just a few family and friends. I’ll be wearing white full-cut plastic panties under my wedding dress - it just somehow seems right, my “something old” and a memory of my parents. My maid of honor knows; she’s been my best friend for years. When I told Larry, he said, “Well, you never know, you may not be the only one wearing plastic pants at our wedding….”
When we got to the resort hotel we’d picked for our honeymoon we were both a bit tired from the wedding, the reception, and the drive up to the lake, but after we’d unloaded the car and had a chance to relax a bit we just sat down next to each other on the couch, put our feet on the coffee table, and just held each other for a bit. It wasn’t long, though, that we headed into the bedroom. We kissed and kissed, started to undress each other, and I saw that Larry hadn’t been kidding - instead of his usual briefs he was wearing full-cut plastic pants that looked almost like mine except for being translucent instead of white. “Oh, Larry, you look so great in those; I’d been hoping you were serious about wearing them.” He said, “April, I’d never thought about wearing anything like them until I met you, and I wanted the fact that I wore them at our wedding and the way they feel on me to be a part of starting our married life and to identify with you.”
Then we were in each other’s arms; we laid down, kissed and fondled, caressed and rubbed, touched and tickled each other through our plastic panties, then took them off and made love, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
We made the most of the three nights of our honeymoon, enjoying the walk around the lake and the afternoon swims, but not quite so much as the time we spent in the bedroom getting to know each other physically. If Larry’s wearing his plastic pants and I hug him or even run my fingers across them, either on his ass or his cock or balls, he’ll get a hardon right away, but if I kiss his cock through them that’s instant total arousal…on both our parts. If we masturbate each other through our plastic panties it’s almost as thrilling as though we’d actually fucked. I love wearing my plastic panties more than ever, and Larry has the enthusiasm of a convert - he’s told me more than once that he wondered why he hadn’t had any idea that they’d feel so good. They’re an essential part of our sex life. Sometimes we just play around with them - I’ll wear his and he’ll put on one of my translucent pink bikinis, which are so tight on him and make his cock and balls look even bigger.
Even after being married now for several years we’re both still into our plastic pants in a big way - we both have quite a few of them in different styles and colors, and we’re now realizing that they can be a comfort to wear…we can wear them just to relax around the house or to sleep in. But that in no means that they can’t be an invitation to some hot rowdy sex!
If my parents could have known what they’d started by having me wear white plastic panties to symbolize purity for church, I wonder what they would think….
I think most of us have seen posts somewhere online from a person who seems fixated on Catholic parishes requiring diapers and plastic pants under girls' communion dresses...they're everywhere. I thought I'd pick one of them and see where I could go with it....
When I was a teenager, my parents made me wear a cloth diaper and plastic pants for special occasions and Easter and Christmas. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just some kind of Catholic thing? My introduction to plastic pants began when i was 11 and made my First Communion and per the parish dress code, I had to wear a cloth diaper and plastic pants under my communion dress. My mom put the cloth diaper and plastic pants in my drawer, and her and dad told me i have to wear them from then on for these occasions. I have since worn them for Easter and Christmas and weddings now for the last three years. Mom and dad also told me i had to wear them under my white confirmation dress for my confirmation in May. I saw the plastic pants in my drawer every morning when I got dressed. One Saturday morning I was curious what it would feel like to wear just the plastic pants. I put them on and nobody could see them under the jeans I had on and I wore them all day. It made me feel really special to wear them and I liked the way they felt. Now I’m glad I tried that and I used to wear my plastic pants under my jeans all the time on Saturdays. Of course I did not complain when I wore my plastic pants and diaper for my confirmation.
________________________
Now it’s ten years later and I’m about to be married. There have been a lot of changes in my life. When I was sixteen, my parents both died in a horrible car accident on the way home from morning Mass. I’d had a sleepover at a friend’s house. It was only the second or third time I hadn’t gone to Mass with them. I ended up moving here to stay with my aunt and uncle, my father’s sister and her husband. Although they’re Catholic too, they have a much more open attitude about their faith, and about life in general. My aunt was surprised to find out that I like to wear plastic panties. When I told her how that had gotten started she said she’d never heard about any such requirements in any parish, and she thought it probably was just some sort of fixation that my parents had had. But she didn’t see any problem with my choice to wear them, and so I still do at times when I feel like it. I found places online to buy them, and have several clear and different colored bikini-cut ones as well as the traditional white full-cut ones I’d grown up with.
My aunt and uncle helped pay my way through college, and between that and part-time and summer jobs I managed to get my BA in English, and now I’m teaching lit and comp at the local high school. I’d done a fair amount of dating, especially after I moved into my own apartment, and last year I met Larry, the man who will soon be my husband. We hit it off really well from the first date, and I’m looking forward to married life with him. It was on our third or fourth date, I think, that I told him about my enjoyment of wearing plastic panties. He’d never known anyone who liked to wear plastic panties but was fine with the idea. When he saw me in them he told me that he thought I looked so cute, and that I could wear them any time I wanted to. That was nice to hear; I’d worried that maybe he might be turned off by them.
Our wedding will be a traditional Catholic one, but not huge, with just a few family and friends. I’ll be wearing white full-cut plastic panties under my wedding dress - it just somehow seems right, my “something old” and a memory of my parents. My maid of honor knows; she’s been my best friend for years. When I told Larry, he said, “Well, you never know, you may not be the only one wearing plastic pants at our wedding….”
When we got to the resort hotel we’d picked for our honeymoon we were both a bit tired from the wedding, the reception, and the drive up to the lake, but after we’d unloaded the car and had a chance to relax a bit we just sat down next to each other on the couch, put our feet on the coffee table, and just held each other for a bit. It wasn’t long, though, that we headed into the bedroom. We kissed and kissed, started to undress each other, and I saw that Larry hadn’t been kidding - instead of his usual briefs he was wearing full-cut plastic pants that looked almost like mine except for being translucent instead of white. “Oh, Larry, you look so great in those; I’d been hoping you were serious about wearing them.” He said, “April, I’d never thought about wearing anything like them until I met you, and I wanted the fact that I wore them at our wedding and the way they feel on me to be a part of starting our married life and to identify with you.”
Then we were in each other’s arms; we laid down, kissed and fondled, caressed and rubbed, touched and tickled each other through our plastic panties, then took them off and made love, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
We made the most of the three nights of our honeymoon, enjoying the walk around the lake and the afternoon swims, but not quite so much as the time we spent in the bedroom getting to know each other physically. If Larry’s wearing his plastic pants and I hug him or even run my fingers across them, either on his ass or his cock or balls, he’ll get a hardon right away, but if I kiss his cock through them that’s instant total arousal…on both our parts. If we masturbate each other through our plastic panties it’s almost as thrilling as though we’d actually fucked. I love wearing my plastic panties more than ever, and Larry has the enthusiasm of a convert - he’s told me more than once that he wondered why he hadn’t had any idea that they’d feel so good. They’re an essential part of our sex life. Sometimes we just play around with them - I’ll wear his and he’ll put on one of my translucent pink bikinis, which are so tight on him and make his cock and balls look even bigger.
Even after being married now for several years we’re both still into our plastic pants in a big way - we both have quite a few of them in different styles and colors, and we’re now realizing that they can be a comfort to wear…we can wear them just to relax around the house or to sleep in. But that in no means that they can’t be an invitation to some hot rowdy sex!
If my parents could have known what they’d started by having me wear white plastic panties to symbolize purity for church, I wonder what they would think….