2011

Maddison didn't realize how beneficial that nap was—or how much she had needed it—until she actually took it. It was a quick nap, lasting only an hour; when she woke up, she saw the other children waking up too. She noticed she had a pacifier in her mouth and saw that the other children did as well—Emilly was one of them—but they all quickly handed them over to Ada. Ada said, "Now that nap time is over, let's have our snack so we can color your butterfly pictures." Maddison and the other children were taken to the cafeteria, which was shared with the "Tadpoles" group.

Good story and curious to see more

Wow dylan is for a surprise 

When nap time rolled around each of the students helped in moving their little desks and chairs to one side of the room before getting out the Ada give out a pillow and blanket to each of the students, when it was Madison's turn to get blanket and pillow Ada smiled. "I have a special pillow and blanket for you." Ada then pulled out a bigger pillow and a Sofia the First blanket that was bigger than the other kids blankets Madison was giving a spot to pick as a sound of a nursery music started to play, at first the short college student thought that nap time wasn't really needed for her, but with the soft blanket, the musical Nursery soundtrack playing and her soft thick diaper not surprisingly Madison went to sleep and unsurprising to Ada Madison's thumb was already in her mouth. Thankfully Ada knew what to do, digging in Madison's backpack she found the girl's pacifier and was able to exchange Madison's thumb for it without waking her up.

Chapter 3: Nighttime diapers  After wearing pull-ups for a few more nights, Nick had concluded that they were absolutely useless. Every time he wet the bed, his pull-ups leaked. He was starting to wonder why he even wore them anymore. It didn't keep his bed dry, so he still had to change his sheets after waking up wet. Because of this, he also didn't feel any safer going to sleep. He was almost afraid of falling asleep, knowing what he would wake up to. All of this resulted in him feeling tired every morning. He wasn't able to stay focused, he didn't have the energy to do sports and his creativity had also abandoned him. The doctors results couldn't come soon enough. But even though the pull-ups didn't help Nick in the slightest, he still found himself liking them a little more every time he put one on. By now he had accepted that he was a bedwetter, it was impossible to deny at this point. Although the pull-ups had also helped with that. Without them, he would probably still be trying to keep the bed dry like a regular 18 year old. But because he wore pull-ups, he was able to come to terms with the fact that he simply wasn't able to. With a pull-up on, it felt almost like it was expected to wet himself. So he stopped worrying about it and just let it happen. Waking up to a wet bed still sucked, but he had accepted the situation as is. It would soon be resolved anyways. Besides, he didn't mind the feeling of padding around his rear. They were soft and a little bulky, especially when wet. The feeling was oddly comforting. It made him feel like a carefree kid again. They also excited him a little, though he wasn't sure why. At first, Nick almost immediately took of the pull-up when he woke up, but after a few days he started keeping it on for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of warm padding around his crotch. Nick felt wrong when doing it, he knew he wasn't supposed to enjoy this, but that almost made it more exciting. Finding comfort and pleasure in wearing the pull-ups made them seem less imposing and gave him a sense of control over his situation. That didn't mean that he liked being a bedwetter. Even though he didn't mind wearing pull-ups, actually needing them was still embarrassing. He would like to wake up dry every morning and feel like a normal adult. He was looking forward to knowing the doctor's results. Then he would finally get medication and leave this awkward phase behind him. Unfortunately, things didn't go quite as he had expected. Eight days after his last visit, the doctor called. He was relieved since his supply of pull-ups had almost ran out. He decided to apologize for the way he acted last time before they started. Jane gave him a thumbs up. The doctor said that it wasn't a problem and that she understood that it was hard for him. That's when Nick noticed it, something about her voice. She sounded just a little too calm and collected, and he thought he even heard a bit of pity. His heart sank as he realized she wasn't going to give him good news. The doctor started by explaining that her suspicion was right. The bedwetting was caused by Nick going through a phase and that the bedwetting would eventually stop. Nick started to get hopeful, maybe he was wrong and it would all work out after all. Then the doctor continued. The bad news was that since this phase was just a natural part of growing up, there was no medication for it. In other words, his best option was to keep using protection. Nick noticed himself getting angry again, how was it possible that there was no cure?! he asked in disbelief. Jane snatched the phone out of his hands before he fully lost his temper. She continued the conversation as Nick angrily sat on the couch. He was trying to proces the doctor's words and didn't pick up anything from the conversation. At first he was just angry that those stupid doctors couldn't fix his problem, but that rage turned into sadness as he recognized the implication. He realized he would remain a bedwetter and he would have to keep wearing those childish pull-ups, or even worse, diapers. He started to get teary eyed. How was he going to deal with this? He couldn't keep waking up in the middle of the night with a leaking pull-up, but having to deal with the embarrassment of wearing actual diapers might be even worse. It felt like he sat there for hours, pondering about his future. What if it wouldn't actually get better, what if he was a bedwetter for life? He wasn't sure if he had the willpower to deal with that reality. How was he ever supposed to make new friends or start a relationship? He was on the verge of crying when his mom sat down next to him and put her arm around his shoulder. I know this sucks, but there is nothing to do about it. If the doctor had a solution, she would have given it to you. It isn't her fault that it isn't there. You are strong and brave, we're gonna get through this together. I know, he said with bitterness in his voice. But why me, why can't I just be normal, he asked. Nick, nobody is normal, Jane said. Yeah sure, but very few people wet the bed... You'd be surprised, Jane said. I've been reading a lot about it for the last few days. There are actually a lot of people around your age who still wet the bed. Good for them, Nick said, but that doesn't really solve my problem. That's true, but after reading through some blogs and forum posts. I got a much better understanding of how to deal with it. Nick sighed, he already knew where this was going. Do I really have to wear diapers? He asked. I know you don't want to, but wearing them would make all of this a lot easier. You're not the only one who has to deal with this, and if they can, so can you. Wearing proper protection will make everything a lot easier. You simply put one on before going to bed and you take it off in the morning. You won't have to wake up every night, change your sheets every few days or do laundry multiple times a week. You will finally be able to sleep normally again since you don't have to worry about or deal with waking up in a wet bed. So yes, I think it would be good for you to wear diapers again, despite how you feel about it. Well, I don't think I have much of a choice. No you don't, Jane agreed. The doctor has recommended some brands to me, so I will pick up a few packs this afternoon. That way you can try them out tonight. Great... Nick thought. His mom left to get the diapers a few ours later. Nick sat back on the couch once she left, glad he had some more time to process everything that had happend this morning. When Jane returned she was carrying two large packs of diapers. One pack contained Tena slips and the other Abena's. These should last you at least a month. Nick wasn't exactly thrilled by the prospect of having to wear diapers for an entire month, if not longer. But there was nothing he could do about it. During the hour that Jane was gone, he had accepted his situation. Nick knew that it would suck at first, but he also realized that he got used to the pull-ups in a little over a week, so maybe it would be the same with diapers. He got sent to bed early that night, he had school the following day and they both knew he probably wouldn't sleep very well because he had to get used to his new "underwear". After taking a longer shower than usual, Nick entered his bedroom where a Tena diaper was already waiting for him on his bed. Jane had suggest to help him put on his diaper, but Nick aggresivly rejected that suggestion. Having to wear diapers was bad enough, he didn't want to get changed like an actual baby on top of that. So instead, Jane had given him a detailed instruction of how to put one on. Nick hadn't really listened however, how hard could it be to put on a diaper? Turns out it was actually quite hard. Nick started by folding open the diaper and couldn't help but admire it for a bit. These were way thicker than his pull-ups and should easily keep him dry during the night. It looked like a normal diaper, but bigger, and they weren't as babyish as he was expecting. They had a purple pattern with a yellow line in the middle which gave them a more medical look. His mom had explained to him that the yellow line was a wetness indicator and that when he uses the diaper, it would turn blue. Not that he needed a indicator to know when his diaper was wet, but whatever. He moved his hand along the padding and noticed that the diaper was even softer than the pull-ups. After he was done admiring his new protection, he laid down on his bed. His mom had told him that laying down was the easiest way to put it on. He lifted his butt up in the air and placed the diaper underneath him. He could already feel the soft fabric against his rear. After that he pulled the fabric up between his legs only to notice that the diaper was backwards. He quickly turned the diaper around and once again pulled it up. Now that the fabric was around his crotch, all he had to do was fasten the tapes. This wasn't as easy as his mom had made it sound. He was struggling to get ahold of the tapes, and placing the tapes didn't go as smoothly as he had hoped either. He had to readjust them multiple times, and even then, he wasn't sure if he had placed them right. Once he was done, he could feel that the diaper was a bit loose. The front of the diaper was barely touching his skin, there were large gaps around his legs and it simply didn't feel as snug as the pull-ups. Despite all that, the diaper still felt a lot thicker than his his pull-ups, which reassured Nick that they would probably hold his accidents. When Jane came into his room to check up on him, he could have asked for advice on how to put them on better. Instead, he was stubborn and told his mom that they fit perfectly. He really didn't want his mom to see or meddle with his diapers. She even asked if she could check to see if he had put it on correctly. But he still refused, saying that he was 18 years old and perfectly capable of putting them on himself. He claimed that his mom should trust him more often and stop treating him like a child. Jane had her doubts about that first part, but she knew Nick was right. She should trust her son more often, and having to wear diapers was already humiliating enough. His mom having to check his diapers would only make it worse. So Jane decided to trust him. She said goodnight and left the room. Unsurprisingly, it took a while for Nick to fall asleep. He felt his diaper shift with every movement that he made and when he tried to push his legs together the diaper folded. It was distracting to say the least. Yet the padding was also comforting, the bulk between his legs made him feel safe. The prospect of being able to sleep through the whole night was exciting, but he was more cautious after the pull-ups had failed him. Nick hadn't slept well for over a month, so even though it took a while to get used to the feeling of wearing a diaper, he still fell asleep after an hour. He woke up at 3 a.m to the familiar feeling of a wet bed. He groaned as he realized he had to change his sheets once again. It took him a few seconds before he fully realized what had happend, his diaper had leaked. As the realization set in, Nick became wide awake. He knew immediately that this was the result of not putting on his diaper correctly. He threw his sheets if to inspect the damage. His diaper was warm and felt twice as thick as when he fell asleep. It had been mostly white when he put it on, but now the diaper was almost completely yellow, and the wetness indicator was now blue. It also felt even more loose, the holes around his legs were wide open, no wonder he had leaked. His soaked pyjama and two large wet spots on his bed that were impossible to hide. Sooner or later Jane was going to find out that his diaper had leaked. Since these diapers were usually able to hold more than one wetting, it would be obvious that he hadn't put on correctly. Nick knew he was royally screwed. He had claimed that he knew how to put on a diaper, wich in hindsight was obviously a lie. He had broken Jane's trust, meaning she will probably never believe him again when he says that he can put on a diaper himself. Nick imagined his mom checking his diaper every night, and although he didn't like that idea at all, he knew he kind of deserved it. He decided to tell his mom what happend tomorrow morning, to appear at least somewhat honest. He just needed a little more time to decide what he was gonna say. Nick got out of bed to start cleaning up. As he stood up, he felt his diaper sagging between his thighs. It was absolutely soaked, which gave him a feeling he couldn't really describe. He knew he should be embarrassed, but for some reason he wasn't. Instead he almost felt at peace. The warm wet diaper around him was a stark reminder that he couldn't fully control his body anymore, and it was tempting to surrender to that reality. He was a bedwetter, and there was nothing he could do about it. Once he was able to properly put on a diaper, maybe he should stop worrying about it, since the diaper would take care of it anyways. He began taking off his bedsheets and tried to quietly bring them to the laundry room. With emphasis on tried, because of his full diaper he had to waddle wich resulted in him bumping into multiple walls and a door, making a lot more noice than he wanted to. He put his bedsheets and pyjama pants in the washing machine, leaving him standing there in only a shirt and his wet diaper. He started waddling back to his room. as quickly as possible in the hope that he didn't encounter his mom. But just as he passed his mothers bedroom she opened the door. Nick, what happend? She asked groggily. He knew he was trapped, he was standing here with his soaked and sagging diaper in plain sight, he would have to confess now.  Nick was grasping for the right words, but his diaper spoke for itself. Oh Nick... you didn't know how to put on a diaper at all, did you? N-n-no, he stuttered. And I'm guessing you leaked? Y-yes, he said while looking down at the floor. Jane sighed, well, I guess I'll be diapering you from now on than. What, NO! Nick protested. Quiet! Jane snapped at him. I trusted you to to be able to take care of it yourself, but you weren't, and instead of letting me help, you decided to lie. Now I have to wake up in the middle of the night again to take care of your problems. I am sick of it, so from now on i'll put on your diapers. If you're gonna act like a child, you'll be treated like one. This way I know for sure that your diaper won't leak so we can both get some much needed sleep. Understood? Alright, Nick said, once again defeated. Together they put new bedding on his bed, but they remained silent. Jane because she was angry and Nick because he was yet again embarrassed. The fact that he had to do all this with his diaper out in the open didn't make it any better. After they were done, Jane ordered him to lay down. I'm already wearing a diaper, Nick complained. Yes, a loose, soaked, leaking diaper. If you wet yourself again we have to repeat the whole routine a second time tonight. But I already wet the bed, it won't happen a second time. Just lay down Nick, Jane said in a tone that didn't leave room for protests. Nick laid down, feeling the now cold and clammy diaper press against his skin. It felt uncomfortable. Although Nick didn't want to say it out loud, he was kind of glad to be getting a fresh diaper. It was nonetheless a humiliating experience.  I can't believe I am once again changing your diapers after all these years, Jane said before ripping open the tapes of his diaper and removed it, leaving Nick naked from the waist down. This was the first time she saw him naked in years, and he was afraid it wouldn't be the last. She started cleaning him with wet wipes. On one hand, he felt like a baby laying there and wanted nothing more than to disappear, but on the other hand, it was kind of calming. It was nice to be taken care of in this way, the feeling of wet wipes against his skin was soothing. For a moment, all his worries faded away. After a few wipes, Jane was done and grabbed an Abena diaper. She lifted Nick's legs and slid the diaper under him. After that, she wrapped the diaper tightly around his crotch and applied the tapes. Well, that wasn't too bad now, was it? I mean, not really, he agreed while putting on a new pair of pants. Hopefully we can both get some sleep, with that Jane was gone. Nick was surprised by how much better his diaper felt now that it was put on properly. It felt just as snug as his pull-ups, only way thicker. His diaper didn't shift and fold as much when he moved around, it was like a soft blanket folded around him. He guessed this was how wearing a diaper was supposed to feel. Nick wondered if the time of waking up wet in the middle of the night had finally come to an end. He was even more tired than at the beginning of the night, so he only shifted around in his diaper for 15 minutes before falling asleep. For the first time in a while, Nick wasn't woken up by a wet bed. Instead he was woken up by Jane, who told him he had to get ready for school. Nick was still feeling sleepy when she asked if he was still dry. That's when he remembered he was wearing a diaper. He put his hand on the diaper and noticed that it wasn't dry, though it wasn't soaked either. It's a little wet, he told his mom. Well I'm glad I changed your diaper then. Yeah, Nick agreed meekly. He realised this was the first time he woke up in a wet diaper without having leaked. It felt good, not having to worry about a wet mattress. After five more minutes he got out of bed. Nick walked into the batroom to take off his diaper, but decided to take a look in the mirror first. He noticed that he had a noticable bulge under his pyjama pants. After that he removed his pants, revealing the slightly yellow abena diaper underneath. It was somewhat surreal seeing himself standing there in a wet diaper instead of his normal underwear, but in a weird way, it looked kind of right. Nick had tried very hard to view himself as an adult, but at this point, he simply wasn't able to. The diaper around his waist actually fitted his self-image better than normal underwear. This is who he actually was, a little boy who told his mom that he was a grown up, but wore diapers because he still wet the bed. That thought made him smirk. He gave his diaper a few pats before taking it off. That night was the start of a new routine. Every night before going to sleep Nick would get diapered by his mom. The first few times he was embarrassed, having to lay down naked in front of Jane as she began putting on his diaper, but with every passing day it became a little more normal. At first, Nick walked into his room with a towel wrapped around his lower half to prevent his mom from seeing his privates any longer than necessary. After a week he stopped bothering, by then his mom had seen him naked so many times that he didn't feel ashamed about it anymore, in fact, it almost felt normal. The diapers themselves were no different. It definitely took some getting used to at first. The diapers were a lot thicker than pull-ups. The bulk between his legs made it a little harder to find comfortable sleeping positions. He would stay awake for more than half an hour on bad days, tossing and turning in bed, feeling the padding around him and hearing the soft crinkle underneath his blanket. But after a while, he started to get used to it. He discovered positions that made it easier for him to fall asleep and the bulkiness itself was also a lot less present. After a while, he was able to fall asleep within a few minutes. The first few times Nick woke up immediately after soaking his diaper in his sleep. His mind and body still associated wet skin with wetting the bed and needing to change the sheets. He would suddenly wake up and feel the warmth against his crotch. He groaned realizing what he had to do, but then he felt the thick padding between his legs and remember he was wearing diapers. He touched his diaper and the sheets around him only to conclude his diaper had done it's job. It usually only took a few minutes before he fell asleep once again. After a few days, he only woke up partially, barely even noticing his wet diaper. Not long after that he stopped waking up all together. He went to sleep in a dry diaper and woke in a wet one, simple as that. Nick was finally able to enjoy a full night's rest once again.