Diaper References

Really loved this scene.

This story is based on one of my favorite diaper stories: "bedwetter's beginnings", which has unfortunately been deleted. My goal was to rewrite the story while also expanding on it (because I am incapable of writing chapters shorter than 2000 words).  The story is about a 18 year old boy named Nick who starts wetting the bed again. Such an embarrasing problem requires an embarrasing solution... wearing diapers!! A teenagers worst nightmare, or is it?  As the weeks progress Nick finds himself somewhat enjoying being in diapers. What will happen when he starts wearing them for more than just bedwetting? Follow Nick as he discovers the perks of being a diaper lover. Chapter 1: Accidents Nick had just turned 18. It was an important moment in his life, he was finally an adult. Even though he didn't really feel like one. He wasn't complaining though, this meant he had a lot more freedom to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He could finally drink alcohol and he would actually be treated like a grown-up. Part of him was a little worried about it however. Being an adult came at a cost, it the form of having responsibilities and lots of things to worry about. Maybe that was for the better though, Nick wasn't really much of a undertaker. He preferred to lounge around the house playing games and reading books. His mom wasn't thrilled by that and often complained he was living like a baby. That was probably the reason why he didn't really feel like an adult yet. Hopefully turning 18 would put a bit more pressure on him. He would miss being a carefree child, but that time was over now. Nick knew he had to grow up eventually. To celebrate the occasion, Nick and his mother Jane went out for dinner at a nice restaurant, but not too nice. Nick wasn't a big fan of those fancy places where spareribs were the only normal item on the menu. Instead, they went to a Nick's favorite Italian restaurant. Jane ordered a pasta salad while Nick got himself a pizza as well as his first legal beer. He didn't even have to show his ID, which made him feel even more like an adult. As they slowly ate their meals, they reflected on Nick's childhood. All the fun things they had done, the embarrassing things he had done, his highs and lows, all the places they had seen during vacations, his recent school projects as well as his bright future. Nick was a talented kid, though he was a bit lazy as well. He had failed his fourth year of high school which meant he still needed to endure another year of school before graduating. Meanwhile, all his former classmates were done and gone, which resulted in him being somewhat lonely. Anyways, even though that had slowed him down, he still had a very clear goal in mind for the future. He wanted to become an artist, which wasn't the most unique of career choices (and maybe also not the wisest), but he was passionate. He loved drawing, taking pictures and writing. He could spent hours doing any of those things. But he spent just as much time on his phone or playstation, much to his mothers disapointment. Things reached a breaking point when he started failing his classes, which resulted in him losing almost all internet access for two months. That did help at the time, but by now things were pretty much back to the way they were. But enough of that. Right now, Nick was having a wonderful time with his mother, and by the time he was done eating he had already drunk 3 beers. Saying he liked them would be an understatement. You better be careful with that, said Jane after he finished his third beer, I don't want you to get another addiction. Nick rolled his eyes in response, it will be fine mom. Nick loved his mother, but just like most teenage boys, he did find his mothers worrying about anything and everything annoying. After they finished their meals, they hopped back into the car and started on their journey back home. They lived about an hour away from the city in a small neighborhood. It was a very nice and quiet place, but Nick wished they lived a little closer to the city. There had been one too many times where Nick wanted to do something fun but couldn't because the city was too far away and he didn't have his driver's license. He tried to make the most out of the times he was able to go. As the miles passed by, Nick's urge to pee grew quicker than he was expecting. Halfway through the ride he was squirming in his seat. He didn't know drinking that much alcohol would result in having to pee this much. They were forced to stop at a gas station, otherwise Nick would probably have wet himself, but he barely made it. Never before had he felt so happy to see a toilet. As he relieved himself, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed about the fact that he almost had an accident. He returned to the car with red cheeks and apologized for having to stop. He promised it wouldn't happen again. I would hope so, said Jane. I can't believe my 18 year old son still almost wets himself. Maybe I should buy you some diapers, she jokingly said. Nick was too embarrassed to say anything in response. Jane apologized not long after, "I'm sorry, it was your first time with alcohol, you couldn't have know". I should have warned you. It's fine, Nick said in response, but he spent the next ten minutes silently staring out the window. To lighten the tention, Jane started reminiscing a time when he had taken off his own diaper as a toddler and made a giant mess of the house. That lightened the mood and 5 minutes later they were happily chatting about this and that. It was almost eleven p.m. when they returned home, Nick usually didn't sleep before midnight, but he felt a little sleepy because of the alcohol. So instead of lounging on the couch like usual, he brushed his teeth, showered and said goodnight to his mom before crawling into bed. He couldn't help but feel a little sad that he wasn't spending the night partying with friends, but there was nothing he could do about it. Hopefully that would change once he graduated. While he was thinking about what the future might bring, he drifted off to sleep. To his surprise, he woke up around 4 a.m to find himself drenched in piss. Fuck, he muttered as he realized he had wet the bed. Nick inspected the damage, his pyjama was soaked and there was a large wet stain on his mattress. He started to panic as he tried to think about what to do next. Could he clean everything up without his mom noticing? Could he lie about what happend? He quickly came to the conclusion that it was near impossible to hide his accident. It always seemed like his mother had a sixth sense when it came to noticing his lies. He sighed, being honest was the best option available. Hopefully Jane would be less harsh on him if he told the truth. He quitly knocked on her door. At first there was no reaction. Nick started to doubt if this was really a good idea when his mothers voice asked him to come in. Nick slowly walked into the room, Jane had turned on her bed light which made it easy to see the gigantic wet spot around his crotch. It was pretty obvious what happend. Nick, did you wet the bed? Jane asked. Ye... Yes, he stuttered, I'm sorry. This was one of the most embarrassing thing that had ever happend too him, maybe even the actual number one. This moment would probably keep him up at night for the next few years. Jane let out a sigh and got out of bed, well let's get it cleaned up. It took about 20 minutes to change gis bedsheets and clean everything up. They didn't say a word, but Nick had a lot on his mind, and he suspected that Jane had some thoughts about it as well. One thing was for curtain, it would be a while before he would be allowed to drink another drop of alcohol. Though he couldn't help but wonder if there would be other repurcusions from this. After the bedsheets were changed and his pyjama's were in the washing machine, Nick took a quick shower to wash the pee and the shame off. He wished he could stay under the shower and drown. He had been an adult for a little over 24 hours and now he was wetting the bed like a preschooler. Maybe he wasn't ready to grow up after all. When he was done, Jane had already returned to her room. Nick layed down, but wasn't able too fall back asleep. Part of him was afraid that he would wet the bed again as soon as he fell asleep. Another part of him was sad, why couldn't he have been a normal 18 year old that was partying with friends, instead he was almost crying in bed after just wetting himself in his sleep. Life was unfair, that much was curtain. During breakfast he finally got berated by his mom. She was understandably irritated by the fact that he had wet the bed like a 4 year old. She scolded him once again for drinking too much beer and said that he wouldn't be allowed to drink more than one for the foreseeable future, that was actually better than Nick was expecting. After that she reminded him that he needed to use the toilet before going to bed. Jane just went on and on about his accident which was humiliating to say the least. Thankfully she eventually realized that Nick was distressed about what happend and softened her tone. She assured him that accidents can happen and that it's nothing to be ashamed of. There are probably plenty of people like you who didn't realize what alcohol did to their body. It was just because you drank too much and it won't happen again. Unfortunately, even mothers can be wrong sometimes. The next few nights passed without any incidents. At first Nick was nervous about having another accident, but as the nights went by, his worries slowly disappeared. Then, right when he thought the whole thing had just been a fluke, he had another one. Nick groaned as soon as he felt the unmistakeable wetness around his crotch, not again... The rest of the night felt like a deja vu. He woke up his mom again, they cleaned up, Nick took a shower and lay awake for the rest of the night. He was trying to proces what had happend. He had once again wet the bed, and this time he had not drunk any alcohol. He realized that his accident from a few days ago wasn't a weird one off anymore, the fact that he had wet the bed twice significantly increased the chances of it happening again. Which is exactly what happend. Another four dry night went by before he woke up wet once again. Now Nick knew for sure he was screwed, once was a coincidence, twice was suspicious, three times was a pattern. As much as he didn't want to admit it, there was no denying that he was officially a bedwetter again. And things only got worse from there. At first Nick woke up wet once a week, that quickly became two, then three. In a matter of weeks he went from being normal to waking up wet more often than dry. It only took five weeks to completely ruin his mattress. Nick started to dread going to sleep, not knowing if another rude awakening was waiting for him. He also started to have trouble falling asleep. Which impacted him during the day as well, he became grumpy and had trouble staying focused during classes. Nick wasn't the only one with a bad mood, his mother wasn't too happy either with having to wake up at 4 a.m. to clean her sons wet bed multiple times a week. They tried everything to stop it from happening, from not drinking anything before bed to bedwetting alarms, but nothing worked. And although she didn't say it directly to him, Nick sensed his mothers frustrations. Until one faithful morning after Nick had wet the bed once again. As they sat at the dining table together, Jane finally said she had scheduled a doctor's appointment. It couldn't go on like this any longer. Chapter 2: Pull-ups  Nick stared nervously out the car window as they were on their way to the doctor. He hoped there was nothing seriously wrong with. He had imagined plenty of worst case scenario's the last few days, including but not limited to an alcohol allergy, some weird new virus, a chronic illness or even "just" being a permanent bedwetter. Jane had reassured him that it was just a phase, and in his head he knew she was probably right, but his gut said otherwise. He just hoped it was fixeable. Nick was shaking a little by the time they arrived. On the one hand, he was very scared of the truth, but he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope that they would find a solution today. The last few weeks had been exhausting and Nick wanted nothing more than to just be able to sleep normally again. He hadn't slept very well last night either, even though he managed to stay dry by some miracle. He almost fell asleep in the waiting room. After what felt like an eternity, a friendly looking doctor finally called out his name. Together they walked into the doctor's office. It was white, bright and a bit too modern for his taste. In the middle was a medical bed that Nick had to take place on. The doctor asked some basic questions and then asked Nick to take down his pants and underwear. Nick was caught off guard by the request and complied before he even realised what he was doing. What followed were another very embarrasing 30 minutes. He had to sit there, naked, a doctor he barely knew, while she analysed and performed all sorts of test around his private area. Thankfully, Jane had the decency to look away. All he could do was lay there and try to avoid eye contact. Meanwhile any shred of dignity left after the last few weeks was quickly being evaporated. Though in a strange way, he also found it a little relaxing. There was a little comfort in being (literally) stripped naked and forced to surrender to the circumstances. It felt peacefull, he had nothing more to hide, to do or to be ashamed of. It was all out of his control. He just sat there and let everything wash over him. Of course he still felt relieved when he was allowed to pull his pants back up, but the whole ordeal wasn't as big a deal as he had initially thought. The doctor had to do this a dozen times a week, so why should it be a big deal. After the tests were done, they took place on the other side of the doctor's desk. She told them what she had noticed and what would happen next. She explained that it would take a while for all the tests to be fully analysed. The good new was that from what she had seen, there wasn't anything to be worried about. She couldn't be definitive until the test results returned however. Everything looks normal for now, so it probably isn't an infection, dissease or major medical issue. He didn't have much stress, so that couldn't cause it either. It is most likely just a phase since Nick was still growing. It was probably just a coincidence that it happend the moment he turned 18 and had his first alcohol. Nick had his doubts since it all seemed a bit too inconvinient, but he was glad there weren't any major health issues. The bad news was that there wasn't anything we can do for now. Without test results, we can't prescribe any medicine. So until then, she adviced they should buy some protection for him. Nick's jaw almost hit the floor. Did she seriously just suggest that he should wear diapers?! The doctor saw his expression and tried to reassure him. Don't worry, you don't have to wear actual diapers, she said with the fakest smile he had ever seen. These are special pull-ups for people like you. They feel just like normal underwear and won't be noticable in the slightest. It will only be for a week, after that we will have a better understanding of the situation and can take appropriate measures. Nick cringed as she said the word diaper. He felt like a little kid who needed to be convinced that wearing them wasn't actually that bad. Nick felt himself getting angry at the doctor. Did she really think he could be convinced to wear them by using terms like "pull-ups" and "people like him" to make it sound less humiliating. And her stupid reassuring smile only made it worse, she didn't even bother treating him seriously. Jane had already noticed his angry expression and intervened before he could say or do something stupid. Look, I know it sucks, but it is either this or waking up every night to change the sheets. I think we both know this is the better option. Nick let out a defeated sigh, he knew she was right. Fine, I'll do it, though I'm still not happy about it. Great, said the doctor with a big smile, you're very brave for doing this. That was too much for Nick. Can you please shut up! He said angrily and left the doctors office without saying another word. Nick had to wait near the car for a while. Once Jane arrived, they got into the car without saying a word to each other. Nick saw Jane enter the nearest drug store on her navigation device, he realised that he wasn't escaping his fate. Nick got an uneasy feeling as they left the parking lot and started driving towards the pharmacy. That wasn't very nice off you, Jane said after another few minutes of silence. Treating me as a child wasn't very nice either, Nick responded. Maybe she did that because you were acting like a child, Jane said. That's not fair, I'm 18 years old, she didn't have to talk and smile like that. It's hard for me too, and she only made it worse by treating me like that, Nick said. Just because you were embarrassed doesn't mean she was trying to humiliate you. She has probably said this to hunderds of people, she was just trying to reassure you that everything will be alright. And even if she was talking down to you, there were a million ways to respond, and you chose the worst one. Telling her to shut up and walking away was stupid, unkind and childish. I'm glad you still have a year of high school to go since you're clearly not ready for the adult world. Nick didn't have an answer for that. They arrived not long after their conversation ended. Together they entered the store and walked up to the counter. An older woman greeted them and asked them what she could do for them. Jane handed over a small doctor's receipt and explained a little too loudly that they were looking for some nighttime protection for Nick. He turned beet red and wanted nothing more than to dissappear on the spot. Very well, she said. What size does he have? Neither of them actually knew so the assistant grabbed a measuring tape and rapped it around Nick's waist. Nick didn't even have time to protest, why was everyone treating him like a child? That looks like a size M, after that the assistant walked over to the storage room. Nick was angry at his mother and assistant for being so dismissive over his privacy, but didn't want to prove his mothers earlier point. So he kept quiet. After a while, the assistent returned with a few packs of pull-ups. She explained that most of them weren't meant for actual bedwetting and therefor not very absorbent. Jane glanced over to Nick, she knew he would probably snap if she bought actual diapers. So she decided to go for the thickest pull-ups there were, hoping they would be able to keep her sons bed dry. She bought one pack, since she wasn't sure for how long Nick was going to need them. After paying, they quickly left the store. It was a very humiliating experience, but Nick knew it could have been much worse. The rest of the evening was spend relatively normally. Nick tried to distract himself by drawing, gaming and doing homework, but his mind kept going back to the pull-ups. He had a feeling that could only be described as dread. He was afraid of having to wear pull-ups again. He had finally felt like a real adult, and it had all been taken away from him within a few weeks. In fact, he was basically back to being treated like a five year old. How the hell was he going to take himself seriously when he was wearing underwear meant for little kids who couldn't stop peeing themselves. But what scared him the most was that deep down, he was also a little curious. What would it be like to wear pull-ups? Would they actually hold his accidents? The prospect of being able to sleep properly again excited him, but that didn't take away the humiliation of having to wear pull-ups again. Would it be worth it? After a few more uneasy hours he was finally ready to find out. He had just taken a nice long shower, after which he had shaved his privare area. He had protested at first but his mom didn't want him to have a rash. And since Nick didn't really want to have a rash either, he had complied. He looked down at his manhood with dissapointed, now that all the hair was gone, it looked like it belonged to a baby. Though it did feel nice and clean. He walked naked into his room where he saw the pull-up lying on his bed next to his pyjama's. Well, so much for my adulthood, he thought. With that, he grabbed the pull-up and felt the white fabric between his hand. It was surprisingly soft, and crinkled a bit when he folded it open. It was weird seeing a pull-up the size of his normal underwear. After admiring it for a bit, he knew it was time to put it on. Nick stepped into the leg holes and pulled it up around his legs until it fit tightly around his crotch. He was embarrased but also surprised by how nice it felt. He slowly rubbed the front of the pull-up with his hand. The fabric was soft against his skin, and although it didn't feel very diffrent from his normal underwear, the little bit of extra bulk between his legs did make him feel more protected. Maybe this wasn't too bad. Jane came up to him to check up on him not long after he had put on the rest of pyjamas. She had seen him in pyjama's countless times, but now they both knew what was under it. Nick felt insecure and vulnerable as he stood in front of his mom. How does it feel?, she asked. There was no judgemental or demeaning tone in her voice, it was just a normal question. The fact that it was asked so plainly made him feel a little better. He was relieved he wasn't being treated any diffrent than before. This encouraged Nick to be honest, so he told her that he actually didn't mind wearing one, and that he felt safer with it on. I'm glad that you don't mind them, she answered. I told you it wouldn't be that bad. I hope it will actually keep your bed dry. Though I would like to check to see if you put it on correctly, just to make sure so you won't leak. With a little hesitation, Nick pulled his pants down and revealed the pull-up to his mom. It looks good for the most part, we definitely picked the right size, but you need to make sure the leg gathers aren't folded inwards, otherwise you'll leak. Nick readjusted them and after that he was ready to go to sleep. They said goodnight to eachother as Nick crawled in bed. Hopefully he would be able to enjoy a full night rest again. It took a while for him to fall asleep. His biggest worries were laid to rest, the pull-ups were not as bad as he had expected, but he still had to get used to them. With every movement he made, he felt the padding rub against his skin. He realised he kind of liked the feeling of wearing one. Was is just because it would keep his bed dry, or was there something more to it? As he was pondering that question, he slowly faded off to sleep. He quickly discovered that the pull-ups were in fact not able to keep his bed dry. The next morning it took Nick a few minutes to remember that he had one on. He put his hand on the pull-up and felt that it wasn't wet. He let out a relieved sigh. It felt nice to wake up naturally and dry. But he wasn't so lucky the next night. He woke up abrubtly when he felt warm and wet sensation around his crotch. It had happend again. He immediately noticed the pull-up this time, as it was way bulkier than when he went to sleep. He carefully placed his hand on the pull-up, it was still warm and he could feel the wet padding against his skin. For a moment he thought the protection had done it's job, but then he felt some wettness around his legs. He quickly removed his blanket to see what happend. His bed was mostly dry, but there were two wet spots on his bed. His pull-up had leaked. Just like usual, he took off his bedsheets and applied a new one. He also decided to change his pull-up, he didn't want it to leak any further. He decided not to wake up his mom. He was more than capable of changing the sheets on his own by now. Jane would probably be mad for having to get out of bed again, and Nick was afraid of what would happen when she realised the pull-ups didn't work either. So he would rather keep this to himself. But as it turns out, hiding wet pull-ups as well as wet sheets isn't very easy. He had trouble secretly doing the laundry and disposing of his used    pull-ups also turned out to be a challenge. After two more days his mom confronted him about it. He had just put in a pull-up when she entered his room. She sat on his bed and sighed. These pull-ups aren't really working, are they? No, Nick admitted with a defeated tone. I don't appreciate you trying to hide this from me, this is hard for both of us, so I need to be able to trust you. When your pull-ups leak at night, you can change the sheets and pull-ups without having to wake me up if you want to, but from now on I'll check your pull-up every morning to keep track. Nick could only look away in shame. Remember, this still isn't your fault, there is nothing you can do about it and nothing to be ashamed of. But this is still a problem. The doctor should have the results back in a few days, so maybe they have something to solve your problem, but if they don't, we might need to start looking into better protection.

Probably leftovers 

I was in Atlanta this weekend visiting friends. After hanging out with them I had a chance to go to the Tennessee vs Georgia Tech game at Bobby Dodd stadium.  I bought a single tickets online. Then I said good bye to my friends and drove to a nearby Starbucks for. coffee and a diaper change! Chose an Incontrol Elitecare. I paired it with a onesie, button up shirt that is oversized for bulge coverage, shorts, and tennis shoes.  Had a good bit of water that day so I was careful with fluids after the change.  Found a parking spot and walked to the stadium. I wet once on the way there.  It was hotttt, I knew the diaper and onesie would add some heat but I was also in the sun for about 45 minutes until the sun went down. So I was sweating pretty good. I say that to say I still think it was fine overall. In the past I might have used heat as an excuse not to wear.  I had one beer, and one water at the game. At the end of the first quarter diaper was about 25% full, at half time I would was 40%, third quarter 60%, At one point in the 4th quarter I had been sitting down and wetting then stood up to realize my diaper was about 75% full. I was worried about leaking after this so I stopped peeing.  I left will about 5 minutes left in the game once my Vols had all but secured the win! I definitely had a waddle lol  I waddled my way to my car then drove back home to Tennessee.  It was a good night and trip to Atlanta.         

Updated! At home, it doesn't matter! For long weekend nights I change around 10pm into a boosted Trest and wear that into the next day until it leaks (very rare!) or I mess or I need better mobility. A diaper that massive gets tiresome and annoying to move around in. Depending on the time when I get out of my heavy overnight, or if there are any plans, I usually go for a larger capacity diaper, or something more mid-sized for the rest of the day. For public wearing, I used to a wear Megamax or Betterdry, but have since moved over to Incontrol Air, or Premium. I still prefer a cloth-backed diaper for stealth, but I like the security of plastic. Also, shorter week nights I like to wear something way smaller, usually a Seni Quatro, and sometimes an Incontrol Air.