It must’ve been in November when Mom suggested that
maybe we should try something else. She said that since it
looked like I might have an “accident” every so often, maybe
I should wear something to contain the pee so that my sheets
and blankets didn’t get wet. I could see what was coming and
I told her no way was I going to wear anything. We had a big
argument – actually a bunch of arguments over the next
couple of days. And it ended up with her threatening me with
stuff, and me finally agreeing to try it once, but I wasn’t
going to promise to keep doing it if I didn’t want to.
So she went to the store a couple of days later and got
these diaper things for me. I guess I hadn’t paid much
attention to diapers before so I didn’t really know what to
expect. Like I kind of remembered cotton ones with pins and
everything. But these were different – it was just like they
had a seat, and there was a flap that I could pull up
between my legs in the front, and there were two adhesive
tabs that came around the sides and held everything
together. The first time I put one on I did it in the
bathroom (ALONE!!!!!) and then looked at myself in the
mirror. It really looked funny – kind of like a very thick
set of jockey shorts that came up to just below my navel. It
felt really weird though, like I had maybe 10 or 20 pairs of
underwear on at the same time. Really bulky. I could see why
little kids walked funny when they had them on. But I’d put
them on just before I got in bed at night, and then take
them off first thing in the morning. And I’d shove them way
down to the bottom of the trash so that nobody could see
them. The funny thing was that after I started wearing them
to bed I didn’t have any “accidents” for a couple of weeks.
I thought that maybe just the security of having them on
relaxed me enough so that I wouldn’t wet anymore. But then I
wet myself one night. The funny thing was that when I got up
in the morning, I didn’t feel much different. It wasn’t
until I went to take it off that I found that it was wet
inside. It was so absorbent that I didn’t even feel wet. And
what was better I didn’t wake up freezing cold! After that I
decided that it was probably better to wear the stupid
things than to wake up wet and cold in the middle of the
night. So for the rest of the fall I kept wearing them.
Come to the end of the year, and things were pretty
much the same. I was surprised that I was still having a
problem like maybe once a week or so. I had kind of figured
that this was just a passing thing that would go away by
now. Mom asked the doctor again and he said not to worry,
there was nothing wrong organically and the problem would
take care of itself eventually. Yeah, sure, like I was
getting a little tired of wearing these things every night.
I was ready for the problem to be over with like right now!
Jeff found out about my diapers over the Christmas
holidays. I had owed him a sleepover for a long time but I
kept putting him off for obvious reasons. And then his Dad
was going on a business trip, and his Mom was going too, and
Jeff didn’t want to go, so he got his Mother to get my
Mother to invite him to stay with us for a couple of days.
The first night was OK, I put on my PJs over the diapers in
the bathroom and got into bed right away. The next morning I
woke up before Jeff did and had taken off the diaper and
changed into my clothes before he even woke up. I had
thought about not wearing a diaper for a couple of days but
I was glad that I did cause I soaked myself both of the
nights that he stayed with us. I wasn’t as lucky the second
night. He woke up before I did and he was sitting there in
my room playing with my SEGA when I woke up. I figured that
if I stayed in my bed he might leave the room but he didn’t
and finally my Mom called us to come for breakfast so I had
to get out of bed. I had my PJs on, and Jeff might’ve never
noticed anything even then, except that the plastic outer
layer of the diaper made a little crackling noise as I moved
and Jeff heard it. He looked at me for a minute and then
swatted me on the butt and said “….. what goes on Steve?”
I guess when he swatted me he felt it cause then he asked me
what I had on under my PJs. So I told him that I had had a
problem with wetting my bed and had to wear these absorbent
things when I went to bed. I didn’t use the “D” word. I made
him promise not to tell anybody and he agreed. I kept my PJs
on till he left the room though, cause I didn’t want him to
see what it looked like.
I wasn’t sure, but in January it seemed like I might be
having my accidents a little more often. Like now I almost
never went for a week without pissing on myself in the
night. And sometimes I would wet myself every couple of
days. Mom just kept buying the diapers though, and it really
wasn’t uncomfortable or anything, so I just kept putting
them on at night. The funny thing was that I kept waking up
in the middle of the night with these terrific erections. I
found that I could cup my hands over the part of the diaper
that covered my crotch and rub up and down for a couple of
minutes and I’d come. It seemed really weird the first
couple of times that I did it, but then I figured that it
was a lot less messy than having a wet dream. I got so that
I was masturbating in my diaper almost every night. Jeff had
asked me to sleep over at his house but I turned him down
cause I didn’t want his parents to find out about my wearing
a diaper to bed. He told me that it was OK, he’d make sure
they didn’t find out. And I really wanted to get away from
my Mom for a day or so, so I agreed. It worked out OK. Jeff
made sure his folks never came into his bedroom after I put
my diaper on at night. He was real curious about what it
looked like so I showed it to him, and I let him watch me
put it on to see how it was done. It felt kind of funny to
stand there naked in front of him and then put the diaper on
while he watched everything I was doing. I started to get an
erection so I hurried up and put the diaper on so he
couldn’t see my swelling dick. I even told him that I had an
extra one if he wanted to try it. He said no way. When I got
up in the morning and took off the wet diaper, I put it in a
plastic bag and hid it in my clothes bag so that his parents
wouldn’t find it.