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Red Planet

Ruby blushed “I haven’t really had time to clean up that much…” she replied before blushing more “AlittIe I use the stool help reach  for things.” If she had trouble reaching tall places who knows what else she struggled with 

Chapter 2: Before the Surgrey As a million thoughts raced through my mind, a mix of excitement and anticipation, I got into bed and started scrolling through TikTok to pass the time. When I glanced up at the clock above, it read 8:30 p.m. I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of being wrapped in that Abena M4 by one of the nurses. Deep down, I knew it was probably just wishful thinking, so I tried not to get my hopes up. A short while later, a nurse popped her head into the room. Her name badge read Orla, and she was listed as a Nursing Auxiliary. She was quite attractive, average build, maybe a bit curvier than some of the previous nurses, with long black hair. She looked to be in her early thirties and carried herself with a warm confidence. My heart raced a little as she asked if I’d like some tea and toast. I said yes, please, and she smiled, saying she’d bring it right in.   A few minutes later, she returned with two slices of toast, jam and butter, and a cup of tea with two sugars. She mentioned that it would be my last bit of food before surgery, as I’d need to fast for twelve hours: no food after 9 p.m. and no fluids an hour before the operation. The toast tasted great; there’s something special about hospital toast, though maybe it just seems that way because the rest of the food is usually so bland.   When Orla came back to collect my cup, I asked if I could have another tea before bed. She smiled again and said she’d bring it in a few minutes. As she left, I couldn’t help but think that the more fluids I drank, the more likely it was that someone might check in on that box I’d ticked about nightly incontinence, it was probably more wishful thinking deep down I didn’t think anyone was going to mention it. Orla came back with a cup of tea, after she did I decided to put my airpods in and start watching next episode of Friends whilst drinking it. It’s one of my favourite shows to watch casually I’ve seen every episode at least three times. I was hoping it would take my mind off what I was hoping would happen that night.    I was halfway through the second episode of Friends, and Orla popped in again. I took out my airpods and corner my eye I could see on the clock on wall it was very shortly after 10pm. I could feel my heart racing again with anticipation, was she going to mention the night time incontencience i put on the form. I became deflated when she started making lots of small talk I thought the race was over, the dream and fantasy of a nurse putting me in one of the nappies in the hospital was over.    Orla was making a lot of small talk asking me about my job and daily life, we seemed to be talking for ages and I couldn’t help but thinking what a friendly girl she was. Just with the nature of the conversation I was starting to relax, until she said they are just going round getting patients ready for bed I presume your able to sort yourself tonight, I smiled and said I think I’ll manage but I can’t promise the same after the surgrey tomorrow.    She smiled back and reassured me that I would be just fine, adding that she was working the next night as well and would take good care of me if I were admitted although hopefully I get released tomorrow evening all being well. That instantly put me at ease, as I was really starting to feel a bond with her.   Orla then asked if I had brought anything to change into for the night. I told her I had pyjamas. She asked if they were in the wardrobe, and I said they were, but before I could tell her not to worry, she was already making her way over. The “wardrobe” was really more like a cupboard, but she found my pyjamas and took them out.   I have always liked fluffy pyjamas because they keep me warm at night. Admittedly, they are a bit on the feminine side, but since they were blue, I felt they had at least a touch of masculinity. Orla smiled and said, “Cute pyjamas,” and whatever sense of masculinity I thought I had left quickly faded. I could feel my cheeks turning red. She said she would leave them on the radiator so they would be warm when I was getting ready for bed.   As much as people don’t like the hospital, I have to admit that having Orla take care of me, even though I hadn’t even had the surgery yet, was very comforting. I was starting to feel a bit deflated, as I more or less thought nighttime incontinence would never be mentioned. I even had fleeting thoughts of wetting the bed early in the night and asking for a nappy, but even I knew it would be unfair to the hardworking nurses and something I was never going to through with.   Just as I thought all hope was gone, Orla said, “I was reading through your notes and…” I honestly think my heart skipped a beat when she said this. I could clearly feel it pounding in my chest. She explained that she had noticed my notes mentioned nighttime incontinence.   I had built this moment up in my head all day, thinking about what I would say if it ever happened, and yet, when Orla said it, I froze. There was a brief pause, and Orla could sense my awkwardness. She reassured me not to worry, saying this was something they dealt with very regularly in the hospital and that it was more common than I might think. I still said nothing. I couldn’t believe I had imagined this moment for so long, and now I was completely frozen with stage fright.   Orla led the conversation and asked if it occurred often. Finally, it felt like my brain knew what to say, and I admitted that it happened just a few times a month, especially if I was stressed, drinking alcohol, or drinking a lot of fluids. She responded, “Well, I don’t think you’ll get any alcohol in here tonight, but if you do, let me know I could use a glass of wine,” and we both laughed. That made me feel much more at ease.   Orla then asked if I wore any protection at night or anything to help with it. I lied and said that I would wear pull-ups at friends’ houses if I stayed over, just because I didn’t want the embarrassment of wetting their bed.   Orla said that made sense and asked if I had brought anything with me. I replied that I hadn’t, as I was half hoping to be discharged after a day procedure and hadn’t expected not to get my surgery today. She smiled again, her expression warm, and said, “Hopefully they’ll take you tomorrow morning at 9am. Let me know if you need anything else, Jack. We don’t need to check your blood pressure or anything during the night like other patients on ward, so we won’t disturb you until the morning.” I smiled back and said good night.   I felt my heart sink again. The whole day had been filled with anticipation and disappointment, the dream of being put in a nappy by nurse was surely over but in a way how the day unfolded might have been a good thing as it kept my mind off the surgery I’d be having in the morning. Even though it was just a minor routine procedure, I was still nervous.   I started playing another episode of Friends while my pyjamas warmed on the radiator. When I looked up, I saw Orla coming back into the room, and my eyes widened in surprise. She was carrying an Abena L4, which I recognised by the green stripe instead of the M4’s blue one. My heartbeat quickened as I wondered if this was really happening. Was a nurse actually going to put me in a nappy?   She smiled warmly again, clearly sensing the mix of fear and embarrassment in my eyes. “Listen, Jack,” she said gently, “after our conversation, I’m going to leave this pad on top of your pyjamas here on the radiator. It’s completely up to you whether or not you want to use it, but I thought I’d leave it here just in case to give you the option. There’s absolutely no pressure. You can put it on yourself and take it off in the morning, then dispose of it in the bin in the bathroom. You’ll see a label at the top marked for pads and nappies, and no one will ever know. If you need anything during the night or need help putting it on, just buzz for one of us and we’ll come in,” she added with a reassuring smile.   She was very professional about it, and although I didn’t dislike the situation, I still couldn’t hide my embarrassment. Just as she was leaving, I gathered the courage to say, “Orla.”   “Yes, Jack?” she replied, smiling again.   I hesitated, then asked if there was much difference between the nappies. (Thinking back a few years later, I can’t believe I asked this must of been the moment. Especially being a lifelong diaper lover I knew much more about nappies than she ever will 😂 ) She explained, “These pads are what we normally give patients at night, they’re a bit more suitable for overnight use. They have four tabs that are easy to attach, so it’s straightforward. If you’d like me to help you, I can.”   I considered her offer for a few seconds before replying, “No thanks, I should be able to manage.” As she left, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had just admitted that I was actually going to put the nappy on.   As she left, I put Friends back on and slipped in my AirPods. I was watching, but not really; my mind had drifted off, fixated on the Abena L4 nappy sitting on the radiator, warming up on top of my pyjamas. I kept going over my options in my head. I could just put it on, set my alarm early, and throw it away in the morning like Orla suggested. No one would ever know. But then I asked myself if there was really any scenario where I wouldn’t wear it tonight.   Deep down, I think I’d already made my decision. I paused Friends, took out my AirPods, and walked over to the radiator. I picked up the nappy and my pyjamas, standing there for a moment, just looking at it, almost admiring it. I had of course worn ABDL and medical nappies before in my spare time, but this would of only been for a few hours whilst I had a free house. This was totally different I was going to be putting a Nappy on, in a hospital where beautiful women knew I was wearing as I thought it was different, this was much different and things I had fantasied about from a young child.    I set the pyjamas and nappy down on my bed. I lifted the nappy out from the pyjamas. It was nice and warm from Orla kindly setting it on the radiator. I opened the nappy up I couldn’t wait to get it on. I expertly fluffed the sides and laid it down on the bed. I then quickly removed my day time clothes and boxers and set them over in the wardrobe.    I then naked walked back to the bed and lay on the bed with my bum now on the padding of the Abena L4 nappy. I hadn’t worn a nappy in months and quickly remembered the softness and confort of the padding. Orla had left no baby powder or nothing so I pulled the nappy up between my legs and done a pretty good job of applying the 4 tapes and I adjusted the leak guards accordingly.    I couldn’t help but notice how nice and warm the nappy was I never thought of leaving it on the radiator before putting it on. I quickly put on my pyjamas and got back into bed and resumed playing friends. I was delighted with the now bulky feel between my legs as I occasionally started rubbing the front of my nappy.    I was getting really turned on rubbing the front of my nappy, I had paused and put friends away and was continuing to rub it. I looked up diaper stories on daily diapers to read. I wasn’t reading a story to long called “The Trying Policy - by Mr Sea Otter” one of my all time favourites until I had one of my best ever orgasms into the Abena L4 Nappy. It was really amazing.   Just as I was still on my phone after having an intense orgasm, Orla peaked her head through the door. As much as I could of probably brushed it off I was really glad she never came through the door as I was rubbing my Nappy.    As Orla came in, she was wheeling a blood pressure monitor. I looked up and said, “Hi, Orla.” “Hi, Jack,” she replied with a smile. “Oops, I almost forgot, I don’t need to take your blood pressure tonight.” Then she laughed softly and added, “Sure, I’m here now, I might as well take it anyway if you don’t mind.” “Sure, work away,” I said.   Orla took my blood pressure and told me everything was normal, just as expected. As she was getting ready to leave, she smiled warmly and said, “Good choice, by the way. It’s much easier than changing an entire bed, and I’d say you won’t want any of that stress in the morning before your surgery.” “I most certainly do not,” I replied with a grin. Before she left, she said she’d be back in the morning before 8 a.m. to wake me up before the surgery and before her shift ended. Then she asked, “Do you want the light off?” “Yes, please,” I answered.   As she left, I was still trying to process what had just happened. Was it obvious that Orla had noticed the bulge of my nappy under my pyjamas and realised I was wearing the one she had laid out for me? The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. It wasn’t just that the nappy was no longer on the radiator; I could have put it anywhere. She must have noticed the bulge. Not caring and feeling the lovely snug nappy wrapped around me I drifted off to sleep.    I woke and I could see on the clock above me that it was shortly after 3a.m. I tried to drift off to sleep again but the need to pee and pressure on my bladder made me not able to. As I started to wake it all started coming back to me. I was in the hospital, in a nappy provided by the nurse for being a bedwetter. As I started to think what to do I made my decision I was going to wet the nappy and go back to sleep. I focused hard but even though my bladder was full I still couldn’t start the stream into my nappy. Having not worn in a long time I knew it could be hard to start the stream whilst lying down. I knew I had a much better chance standing up to start peeing and if I was defeated I could always stand over the toilet or stand up that always done the trick.   As I went to move in the dark to stand up I could hear the beep under my padded bum. I stood up and looked down. I realised I had been sitting on the hospital bed remote, right on top of the big red button that calls the nurse. It was glowing bright red.   Shaking my head, thinking what have I done now, I stayed standing as the nurse came in. It was Orla again. “Everything okay, Jack?” she asked softly, trying not to wake anyone else in the ward. I hesitated for a moment, then said, “I was just going to head to the toilet and was wondering if it’s okay to take this nappy off.”   “Of course it is, silly,” she replied with a small smile. “Once you’re done, just throw the pad in the correct bin in the bathroom. I’m about to go on my break, but I’ll get one of the other nurses to come in and give you a fresh pad.”   “Could I not just reuse this one?” I asked. “You could,” she said, “but the tabs don’t usually stick as well the second time. Probably best to use a fresh one.” “That makes sense. Enjoy your break,” I said. She smiled. “Thanks. I’ll see you in the morning before your surgery.”   I thought to myself having re-fastened tapes on an Abena nappy many of times, it would of refastened just fine but it was nothing I could question the nurse after what she just said.    At the bathroom, I sat on toilet seat and pulled down my pyjama bottoms. I removed the tabs of the nappy and rolled it up and put it in the bin as I was instructed. I was already sitting on the toilet so I relieved myself there. What a shame I was thinking throwing a good nappy in the bin without using it. As I flushed the toilet and washed my hands I came back to my hospital room. I didn’t bother putting on my pyjama bottoms I got into bed and pulled the sheets over to cover myself and waited on the nurse to bring my clean nappy as per Orla’s instructions.   As I was waiting in bed it was a lot longer than 5 minutes and I was quite tired so I was going in and out of sleep. Just as I almost dosed off a nurse appeared through the door. She was a lot older than any of the other nurses I had seen she had grey hair and if I was to guess I would have said near 70 although that couldn’t of been right for she would of been retired so maybe she was just old for her age.    She came in carrying the familiar Abena L4, and a blue sqiurt tub. I could see on her name badge she was called Ann. I was waiting for her to leave the Abena L4 beside me for me to put on myself just like Orla had done but the first thing she did when she entered the room was go and put on a pair of blue rubber gloves. My heart started beating faster again as I started to wonder is she going to put me in a nappy here?? Is an actual person going to put me in a nappy for the first time. (In hindsight I wish it was one of the younger more attractive nurses doing this, however it was still a surreal experience).    After she got the rubber gloves on she said “Hi Jack, do you mind rolling over on your side more me”, I just nodded and rolled over on my side to which Ann said “Your just going to feel a bit of cold gel”, I didnt realise what was happening at first but I then quickly realised that Ann was rubbing gel/lotion around my bum. I really didn’t expect that it caught me quite by surprise but I kind of liked it.   “And can you just roll over again” to which I did and I was shocked to find the Abena L4 was now underneath my bum I didn’t even realise Ann had slipped it underneath me. As I was now on my back Ann very quickly rubbed lotion on my private parts and in between my legs. She then pulled the nappy up and put the tapes into place. I would confidently say the entire process took less than a minute she done it very quickly, professionally but also caringly.    As I was now in the nappy Ann said to me on the way out “Night Jack, just give us a buzz on buzzer if you need anything before morning” , to which I replied “Night” with a smile! As Ann left I had decided not to put on pyjama bottoms as I was already quite warm. After all my night time mayhem I was still in a nappy but still hadn’t used it, and I now had an empty bladder. With slight disappointment knowing I could be released tomorrow evening and my time with nappies in the hospital was over I soon drifted off to sleep.   I opened my eyes and it was Orla who was in the room with me. She could see I was now awake and said “Morning Jack, sorry to wake you but we have got instructions to get you ready for theatre. A porter should he here shortly to bring you down to theatre for 8.30am.” I replied “At least I am getting my surgrey today”.    Orla was busy getting my surgrey dressing gown and disposable underwear/panties laid out. She left them on my locker and said “Probably a good idea to get changed now and be all ready for the porter”, “I’ll get changed right away I replied”.    Just before Orla left she said “Also good to see your Pad is still dry, I bet your relieved you seemed nervous around the subject last night. Don’t be so hard on yourself regarding it you’d be surprised all adults suffer with some wee thing.”    I didn’t know what to say so I just replied, “Thanks Orla, yea relieved to be dry but better safe than sorry I just thought”. She smiled back at me and said “Absolutely, my shifts just finishing now but I will be here tonight if your still here but you may get discharged before then”. “Hopefully I will, enjoy your time off”.   As Orla left the room I went to the bathroom and removed my Abena L4. Such a shame I thought two Abena L4s in the bin completely dry. What agitated me even more was this was likely the last time I’d get to wear nappy in hospital and I feel like I didn’t take full advantage of the situation.    Slightly deflated I put on the surgrey gown and left the plastic panties. I didnt really think I would fit properly in them and it would have been silly wearing them down to Surgrey I thought. As I seen my reflection in the mirror last night’s events started to fade and I started to get nervous regarding my surgrey.   I lay on the bed and it didn’t take long for the transporter to come. He wheeled me down to theatre it didn’t take long. As I entered theatre I couldn’t help but notice how cold it was. They asked me to move onto the harder theatre bed which I did. As i was waiting on Theatre bed the doctor put the cannula in my hand so that they could administer drugs to me. Last thing I remember is the doctor was talking to me about what he had for dinner that night and I was …out!    …To Be Continued…    (This was only night 1 of 4 which ended up being quite the hospital trip in the end up. I will try post the chapters of the other three days as soon as I can.   Let me know in the comments how you think the story will unfold I am intrigued to see where use think my hospital stay will go. Thanks for reading really appreciate it)

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