My Nappy Life

[Forced2wet]

I’ve often seen posts in other sections of the board asking how, when or why you started with this ‘thing’ of ours.

This is my story, from my first memories to my current lifestyle taking in all the happenings and Mummy relationships along the way.

I realise that it won’t be the most popular story here amongst some great authors but every event detailed within my tale is as true as my memories allow.

 

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I’ve always liked nappies & plastic pants, nothing has changed that in my 50+ years.

One of my first memories is watching my Mum pack away all the old terry nappies and plastic pants me and my siblings wore as babies into a scruffy brown case. The fluffy white fabric steps of cloth and smooth pastel coloured pants catching my eye. I asked what she was doing and she replied that my brother, who is a year younger than me, no longer needed them as he had been toilet trained, so she was now putting the baby protection up in the loft. 

At almost 3 years old I argued that it was much better and easier to wear and use a nappy than to use a toilet, my Mother tried to tell me otherwise but I informed her that I wished I still wore nappies. My eyes started tearing up as I watched her close the case on the objects I so desired. I vaguely remember thinking about hatching a plan to rescue the wonderful items from the confines of the leather look ‘coffin’ but never got round to it.

I remember a short time after spotting a boy of a similar age to me at a local playground wearing a T-shirt and short shorts, I did nt have to look that close to see he had a glimpse of pink plastic pants from below one side of his shorts leg and it made me jealous that I was nt wearing protection like him. I followed the boy for a while and when he began bending over to push the heavy roundabout in the playground the waistband of his shorts lowered slightly revealing to everyone who had an interest the top of his pink plastic protective underwear.....I had an interest!

I asked my Mum why a boy of his age was wearing baby pants and why they were pink, I don’t recall the answer.

My first two ‘encounters’ with the opposite sex also shaped my desires. At around 5 years old two girls from the year above me in school started wanting to play games with me at break times, it always seemed to be the age old game of Mummies & Daddies, Tracey, a fair haired confident girl was always Mum, and in charge, her Asian friend Nita was the Dad and I as the youngest was always the baby. I was infatuated with the blonde girl of the pair. and was very happy to play baby if it meant being cuddled and cared for by her. I clearly remember one day during our break fun that I needed to pee, when I tried to excuse myself they told me not to use the toilet but to wet myself like the baby I was playing in the game. I tried to reason with them that I could use the lavatory but they insisted that I let my bladder go in my underwear. I peed in my shorts as requested  and after break had finished returned to class with wet clothes. Sitting at the back of class the teacher spotted the tell tale signs of a damp patch at the front of my shorts and in front of the whole class asked me about the wet marks I had. 

I can only assume that due to the staff not wanting young pupils in school who were not potty trained that my parents were called to the school to discuss the problem. I was asked by my Mum in front of the headteacher why I had wet myself rather than use the toilet and after I told them the story of what happened at break the two girls and their parents were called to school and both my play friends were reprimanded.

My second experience, at around 8 years old, was when a boy in class told me to go under the big school desk a group of us were sitting around because you could see up the skirt of a girl pupil opposite. I did, pretending to drop my pencil so I had to retrieve it and when I looked the girl was wearing a bulky nappy with smooth and shiny plastic pants under her dress, the boy was laughing that someone our age still needed a nappy, I was just fascinated, and kept going under the table to look at the sight. I think the girl eventually realised what was going on and moved seat but the memories and feelings I got from that ‘lesson’ still register with me today

Early in my double figure years I went through the common period of makeshift nappies, using whatever I could that was at hand. I’d stuff my underwear with toilet paper to get that fantastic bulky feeling and eventually graduating to pinning a  white family bath towel under plastic carrier bags which I’d cut holes out of for legs. I shared a bedroom with my brother but after he had fallen asleep sneak about and would secretly wear them to bed. I’d never wet anything previously but started to get bold and occasionally wet the ‘nappy’. This stopped when I was caught by my parents.

 

TBC

 

@forced2wet

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After a period of time wearing and wetting  the family bath towel my Father confronted me one day, sitting me down quietly he asked me whether I had been peeing on the bath towel, I told him that it was nt me of course, thinking that I could never be a suspect if I’d denied it but whether my past had caught up with me, my Mum recalling the conversation we’d had years ago, from that point I never had the nerve to wet the towel again.

Most days I would daydream of wearing nappies, my two main fantasies were either being a member of the Thunderbirds team (a big show at the time) having to pilot T2 on long dangerous missions but due to break time restrictions when saving the world that I’d have to wear a nappy with plastic pants underneath my uniform and had a mother figure dress me and change my wet padded underwear or being captured by aliens, me and a girl I was sweet on at the time were then taken to their home planet by flying saucer and dressed in nappies 24/7 and kept captive in a zoo like scenario. We were told we must use the nappies and when needed would be changed by the caretakers. We were treated like babies, we had every home comfort but it was just the us two humans being looked after.

I would walk around the neighbourhood looking at washing lines in the gardens in the hope of spotting clean white cloth nappies or even better some freshly laundered plastic baby pants, even when I spotted the afore mentioned clothing I never got the nerve to trying stealing them I’d send moly stand there fixated on the items for as long as I could.

At around the same time I used to have Saturday mornings at home alone, my parents and siblings all had work or other commitments, numerous times I would go into my elder sisters room and ‘borrow’ her frilly panties, she had a pink pair of nylon knickers with frills on the leg cuffs and bum, to me they they reminded me of the frilly plastic pants I so desired. I padded them out with a towel, never daring to wet it, and would walk around the house looking at myself in the mirrors. 

Off course prior to the Internet I thought they maybe I was the only one to have these thoughts although that did nt phase me at all.

The English Sunday red top newspapers at the time would have small adverts for plastic pants with pouches for fitted pads hidden in their back pages just before the sport section, I’d secretly read them whilst pretending to be interested in something else on the page and wish that I could get some to wear and wet.

At the time I always imagined that as an adult I would spend everyday wearing the products, trying to think of what would be the best career path that I could take that would allow me to wear and wet with discretion. I never even considered that I could have a ‘normal’ grown up relationship, I mean what woman in their right mind would want a boyfriend/husband who has strong urges to use nappies?

Only a lucky few manage to find the holy grail of AB desires, a female who would happily take part in our ‘thing’ ......I did nt realise how lucky I was

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Fast forward to almost the end of my teenage years, I still had a fascination with nappies and plastic pants but the only ‘contact’ I had (pre Internet) was the odd letter/story in adult magazines, my days of home made products and washing line watches were far behind me. If I was lucky enough to find such a tale between the pages I’d cherish the publication, I was aware that this sort of story bought a very different orgasm out of me but never thought anymore about it always assuming that the products they spoke about in the text were merely a fantasy of the writer.

 

Girls took over my thoughts, sex became my nappy substitute, At 22 I bought my first house and moved in with with my then partner, very occasionally I’d think about nappies but no more than that. at that age I was ‘satisfying’ myself or being satisfied three times a day which looking back I believe kept the nappy urge at bay.

 Myself and my partner eventually got married and had three healthy children and we were for the most part very happy together. Despite my dormant nappy urges I never took to changing my children’s dirty diapers, letting their mother tend to their needs As far as I recall I made no connection between the baby disposables my children wore and my ‘previous’ desires.

The family got our first computer and internet access around 2006, at the time I had an ancient Fiesta Readers Letters magazine (or similar) which had a story about a man who has visited a shop in Dagenham, Essex. It had always peaked my interest as I knew the area well and as I mentioned earlier stories that mentioned adults using nappies were very rare so the mag was carefully archived.

The tale told how the protagonist had purchased a number of items inc adult nappies and plastic pants from the premises in Essex and had arranged for an escort girl to visit him at home.  

She, on request, had dressed him in a newly bought adult nappy under new specially made adult tights but when the hooker had asked him whether he was going to manage to stay dry he replied he was nt sure, so the escort had said in that case you need some more protection so there was no leaks in the pretty tights and took off the man’s tights, worked up a pair of plastic pants before dressing him again.

 

I don’t recall the name of the shop (And I must have read that story a thousand times) but I decided to search online for it, it was the first time I’d seen the term AB and did nt work out what the initials stood for.

 

My online findings blew my mind, whilst the shop mentioned in the story was no longer trading, the AB search bought up all sorts of other things. A local adult nursery in Kent and loads of AB merchandise inc adult sized disposables and plastic pants. My long hidden feelings and desires for nappies came rushing to the surface and I could nt wait to investigate further.

I used the AB phrase on an eBay search and after seeing what was available decided right away to order my first real pair of adult plastic pants and two medium sized white disposable nappies.

I did nt have to wait long for the items to be delivered to my door, although the disposables arrived from the vendor a few days earlier than the pants so I remember the 48hrs wait testing my patience to the max.

The day the second package arrived I started to plan how in a busy family household I would get the time and privacy to wear and use my first nappy in more than 40 years.

The best time was late at night, the kids were safely tucked up in bed and my wife generally retired to bed quite early.

Opening the packages that I had hidden in a cupboard under the stairs my hands were shaking. First the 2 disposables, I remember at the time thinking how thick they looked and felt (these days I know which brands are bulky and the first two I bought were in reality generic medical versions) The plastic outer skin crinkled to my touch, I spent an age just holding and stroking the folded nappy.

Next the plastic pants, again the noise of the baby pants excited me and took me back to a time many years ago.

Then it was time to put the items on, I’d been careful to prepare should one of the family awake from their slumber and come downstairs to the living room. I wore my thick long dressing gown that would conceal my new purchases on that eventuality so I was confident that I’d be safe.

This kink of enjoying nappies was something I’d either keep secret forever or should I wish to reveal it to my life partner then it would be on my terms

 

Unbeknown to me at the time it was neither.

[Bluebird67]

I remember those small ads for plastic pants. I used to see them in Exchange & Mart (a weekly publication consisting only of classified ads)

Looking forward to seeing you continue this, it does indeed seem you have been luckier than most of our generation of DLs

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The first time I used a nappy as an adult was an unbelievable experience, as I’m sure it is for most people reading this.

I’d waited until my wife had gone to bed and I retrieved the two eBay packages that I had hidden in the cupboard under the stairs.

I removed the white disposable and placed in on the floor of the lounge, I figured that this was the best way to put it on as every baby is changed in the same prone position. I removed my dressing gown and lay on the nappy. I’d read whilst doing research that the best way of getting a good fit with a disposable was to do both of the bottom tapes first followed by the top. I proceeded, left, right, left, right.

Once fitted I stood up and felt how bulky it was between my legs, as I said earlier, whilst I now know it was probably just a generic brand and much less thick than the specialist products on sale these days, it felt marvellous.

I made sure it was pulled up as much as possible then reached for the other package containing the plastic pants.

I sat on the sofa to thread my feet through the leg holes. Once I’d pulled the up past my knees I stood to work the tight pvc pants up my thighs and over my white nappy, making sure the disposable was contained at the legs and waist. The way the tight pants pressed the padded disposable into my groin sent shivers of pleasure through the whole of my body.

 

After a very brief up and down look at myself I put my awaiting dressing gown back on.

Relieved in the knowledge that if disturbed I was fully covered I began to relax and really enjoy the experience.

Days earlier I had considered that I would nt actually use the first disposable that I tried on, just to perhaps make them last longer,  but late on the actual morning I changed my mind, believing that wetting would complete the fantasy so I had prepared well.

Pints of lemon squash had been steadily drink throughout the afternoon into early evening, I’d already had a number of visits to the bathroom but now the next evacuation would be very different.

Sitting on the chair in front of the home pc, I had logged into one of the AB/DL websites that was around at the time. Reading happily through the topics I could already feel my bladder filling up. 

Panic set in, should I wait until bursting point before letting go? What if the nappy was unable to take a good wetting?

If it leaked everywhere how could I clean the mess up quietly without disturbing the household?

Would the plastic pants help contain any leaks?

I held my bladder until breaking point and then came the time to use the nappy.

Now, I thought it would be easy. Just let go and fill the padded garment I was wearing but as I’m sure the majority of lifestyle members here know, the first number of times are not that easy.

Years and years of training means that your brain struggles to understand that you can empty your bladder into your ‘underwear’

You are trying to go against something you were taught as a youngster and your body had grown accustomed to.

I first tried sitting, then laying down and even crouching but I just could nt let go. Eventually I decided to stand in the corner, pretend in my mind that I was urinating as though I’d been caught short with no bathroom in sight.

With all my might I pushed yet relaxed at the same time, eventually the stream started to flow. As the first wetting continued I had a flash of panic, what was I doing? the nappy was nt going to hold it all?

But nothing was going to stop the flow now and I carried on until I had been fully emptied.

The feeling I got once my bladder had expelled all the pee was almost too much. The tingle of a relieved body, that I still strive to replicate these many years down the line, was exquisite. My legs shook so much that I needed to sit down to stop myself collapsing. The expanded nappy felt even better as I returned to my chair in front of the computer, it was like I was sitting on a fluffy cloud.

The nappy had taken the waves and waves of liquid introduced to it, not only had it taken it but the feeling of the disposable after made the experience even better.

I slept on the settee that night, waking in the early hours to take the chance to wet the nappy again, the second time it was slightly easier but still required me to stand upright.

In the morning I rose early, took the nappy off and put the used item in a carrier bag which I left in my car.

By the time my family awoke I was showered, dressed and probably wearing the biggest smile I’d had for decades. I drove to work and the wet nappy was dumped in a bin near the nearby train station.

 

Over the next 10 months I purchased loads more products, still hiding my activities away from everyone by repeating the initial scenario.

I got bold, my wife had got a part time job as a personal carer in an old people’s home, which gave me an even earlier opportunity to dress  in a nappy and wet whilst she worked over night.

I’d generally repeat the process of putting the used products in my car to dispose of on the way to the office but occasionally, if time was tight, I’d just put the wet disposables in the trash can outside for the bin men to collect.

Once my wife had opened an eBay packet delivered to the house but addressed to me that contained a pair of white adult plastic pants. When she asked me what they were I lied and said the vendor had sent the wrong item, that it should have been some sexy underwear for her (which I regularly bought) I asked her to give me the pvc underwear and I’d send them back and ask the seller to send the ‘correct’ item. Fortunately she believed me and the matter was dropped.

I began to converse with other DLs on a couple of AB/DL message boards. Reading about users who had told their SO about their ‘interests’ and the varying results always made me wonder how my my vanilla wife of many years would react if I revealed my secret to her.

I did a couple of posts asking for members opinions on whether I should come clean about what I was getting up to behind her back but still could not summon the nerve.

Occasionally during pillow talk I’d say I really wanted to tell her something but was worried it would change the way she saw more. She tried to guess but wearing nappies was nt one of her ideas and I’m not sure I’d have ever found the nerve to reveal my secret, until I had to.

 

The fateful day came soon after one of our bed chats, I’d put a bag containing a used nappy in the passenger footwell of my car to dispose of later in the day. Unfortunately this day my wife had decided she needed a lift into town and was sitting in the passenger seat as I got to the car.

As I got in she looked at me and coldly told me she now knew what my awful secret was, she then exited the car to return to the house.

I knew then that this was going to be one of the longest and trickiest days of my life.

 

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I remember sitting in the car for what seemed like ages but in reality was probably only a few minutes.

I returned to our home to find my crying wife sitting in the front room.

Before I could say anything she began shouting at me, the usual questions and accusations that I imagine are asked of people with our interests.

 

“Has this got anything to do with children?”

 

I asked her to calm down and I’d explain everything.

Of course it’s got nothing to do with children was the only thing I was prepared to tell her straight away.

“I may be weird but I’m not sick!”

I suggested we go to the local pub, a neutral zone away from our home and children, have some lunch and I’d tell her honestly everything about my ‘thing’

 

We walked in silence, finding an empty table away from prying ears we ordered a drink and some food.

Once the drink arrived I began to open up.

I calmly told her all about my history (documented above) I told her that I’m not sure why I had theses urges, it may well be a culmination of things or I could have been born with it. (Bearing in mind my first memories) I was as honest as I had ever been.

I told her whilst this ‘interest’ had lay dormant for many years it had never gone away and I suspected never would.

I reminded her that on a number of occasions in bed I had tried to tell her, coming close to revealing all,  but my fear of her seeing me differently, less manly, had always deterred me. 

She had never heard of this kink, she told me that she had occasionally seen used disposables in our rubbish, recognising them from her time working at the care home and had thought someone had dumped them there, she never ever considered that her partner of over 20 years would be into wetting himself.

I reminded her about the eBay package that she’s opened months earlier, of course I came clean that it was no mistake on the part of the vendor.

I told her how this ‘thing’ is rare but there are online communities which boast thousands of members.

I begged her to keep an open mind and I would show her my account and let her read everything I had posted when we returned home.

 

I sensed on the walk back to the house that she was nt as furious as she had been on discovering the disposable in the car foot well.

Her initial anger had changed to mild annoyance and maybe even curiosity.

Once indoors I sat her down in front of the computer screen, I logged her on to one of the sites and the first thing I showed her was my post asking other members how could I confide in my wife. 

In it I had used words like “love of my life” and “the woman I want to grow old with” which made her understand how much she meant to me and in the posts she could see how I was battling keeping this massive lie from her.

Once she had read what I had written I allowed her the freedom to look elsewhere on the website, to see other ‘normal’ adults into the same things I was.

I left her on the site and retired to the nearby sofa.

After a period of time she said that she needed to thing about things and that she was nt sure whether the relationship was over.

She left the room and I never saw her for the rest of the day.

 

That night I slept on the sofa, obviously not daring to wear a nappy and the next morning she asked if she could have time for a talk.

We sat together and she told me that she had decided that we were nt over, that she still loved me but she’s need time to get her head around what I had eventually confided. She also added that she was annoyed that I had chosen to confide with online strangers before talking to her.

Relieved that we were still together I told her that I would try my hardest to resist the urges from that point on and if I did succumb that I would continue to keep it secret away from her and our children just as I had been doing for months.

 

At this point I did consider ‘the purge’, dumping all the disposable nappies and numerous plastic pants that I had accrued in a black sack and dropping them off at the local dump but days later things and her thoughts had changed.

 

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We’d coexisted over the next few days, maintaining a friendly exterior in front of our children. Whilst we spoke we did nt discuss the ‘elephant in the room’ I was happy to leave it, I’d been online a couple of times and visited the AB/DL websites but left my stash of adult nappies well alone.

I had considered that I would eventually return to wearing and wetting and that going ‘cold turkey’ was perhaps not the best way to deal with an addiction like I have but I also knew that whilst I did nt expect participation, a green light from my wife to allow me to continue in ‘secret’ would be more achievable if I went slowly and did nt force the issue.

 

Eventually on the fourth day after the incident my wife approached me to talk about what she had discovered.

 

We sat in the lounge, each of us on separate sofas, looking down at the floor rather than into her eyes I heard her begin to speak.

 

She began by saying how much of a shock it had been finding out that her partner of over 20 years was not only into wearing nappies like a baby but that I had kept the secret from her for all that time. She told me that she had thought about it and had decided not to leave me as she still loved me but that she was hurt that I had confided in strangers online before her, my wife. I explained that I had gone online looking for advice of how to tell her about my fetish and reminded her of the post I had shown her, she seemed to accept that.

She then told me that any time in the future that I got the urge to put a nappy on for the night that I must sleep in our bed, whilst she would nt join in, she wanted not only to keep an eye on me but that she did nt want the children to catch me.

 

It was more than I could of hoped for, my vanilla wife was going to let me ,her nappy wearing husband, to sleep in the martial bed.

She asked to see the things that I had bought over the time I had been wearing in secret.

Whilst she went to our bedroom I retrieved my stash from the hiding place and met her there.

I took out all the disposable nappies I had, at this time they were a mix of Tena maxi, Abena M4s and some Dry 24/7s that I’d bought off a English guy who had returned from The States with a case.

I then talked her through the pairs of plastic pants I had purchased. Most were bought from Cosy N Dry, I particularly liked the bikini cut options. There were also a few i’d bought off of eBay including the pair that she had previously seen. All were plain coloured expect for a couple of clear pairs. (Nothing too childish)

 

She asked to hold them, I’m not sure how similar the nappies were to the brand she had seen at the care home she’d worked at but she did nt show any shock or surprise.

She then asked me move my stash to the top shelf in my bedroom wardrobe (where they were hidden away from prying eyes)

Satisfied I had been open and honest we left it at that.

Together In bed later that same week she asked me if I had been wearing my nappies since our last conversation.

I explained to her that despite having the urges I had resisted putting a nappy and plastic pants on just in case it had upset her. She then requested that I go get a disposable and some baby pants from the wardrobe and put them on for the night.

I was shaking as I reached for the items, it was like a dream come true, not only was I going to be allowed to wear and use a nappy again but it was at the request of my wife.

Once I retrieved the two objects I returned to bed and my wife watched me tape the disposable on followed by pulling on my plastic pants, my erection made the job some what tougher but I managed to get them both in place.

I reached for some pj bottoms to hide the nappy but was told in no uncertain terms that I did nt need to cover up my padding.

I did nt sleep well that night, too busy worrying, too sexual charged and due to my wife’s request being a surprise I had already urinated before joining her in bed so I was unable to wet the nappy either.

When my wife woke in the morning she reached across and touched my ‘underwear’

She asked if I had wet the nappy, I said no and explained that I had nt been prepared for dressing up that night so I had nt had excessive liquid prior to bed time.

She stuck a finger inside the leg hole to confirm what I had told her, she seemed disappointed and as she stroked the shiny PVC pants told me next time that she would inform me earlier so I could make use of what I was wearing.

 

Early evening a few days later my wife presented me with a large mug of tea, she told me to make sure I drank it all and that when I had that finished it that there would be another one waiting. 

She whispered in my ear that she was going to be putting me in a nappy and plastic pants that night and that she expected me to use it and be very wet by the next morning.

 

Bedtime could nt come quick enough.

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Whilst the first big mug of tea had gone down easy the second was a bit of a struggle. But as ‘ordered’ I had chugged them both, I knew this meant that I would be needing the bathroom at very regular periods during the night, this was my wife’s plan.

Once our children had gone to bed my wife came to join me on the smaller sofa. She told me that she’d hoped I had drunk both big drinks that she’d made earlier and that tonight would be the first time of many that she dressed me in a nappy and plastic pants for bed.

She stood up and held her hand out for me to hold. I reached to grab it and she led me up the stairs to our bedroom. I was asked to brush my teeth in the bathroom whilst she got the “attire” ready.

I did as I was told, this for me was a dream come true, I’m not sure if it had directly come from the playground incident in my early years (mentioned above) but being told what to do by a strong beautiful woman was always an exciting prospect.

Whilst brushing my teeth I got the urgent need to urinate. I knew that, due to the two large teas that my bladder would soon refill, so I went ahead and used the toilet, probably I thought for the last time that evening.

Fresh breathed and ‘empty’ I entered the bedroom to find my wife dressed in a black satin nightie.

I looked at our bed and on it she had folded out an M4.

I was asked to remove my jeans, socks and shirt but to leave my underpants on and then lay on the bed.

Again I did what I was told, knowing that she was ‘pressing my buttons’ she continued being in charge.

Whilst I lay on the bed she reached for the waistband of my underpants and worked them over my erection, down my legs and took them off.

She stared down at my naked and very excited body, I was told that having an erection was naughty, that it meant she could nt put me in my nappy.

Before I could apologise she stood next to the bed and grabbed my shaft with one hand. Whilst she began to slowly stroke it she used her other hand to gently squeeze my balls.

Slowly she did her best to milk the man juice from my body.

In hushed tones she told me to be a good boy, to let ‘Mummy’ milk her ‘little soldier’ and get him soft enough to get a night time nappy and plastic pants on.

I’d never heard my wife talk like this, there has been a few incidents over the years which had led me to believe that she may have had a domineering personality in the bedroom, her favourite sexual position was her on top and she once bought handcuffs into the bedroom to use on me, but I’d never seen her being so strong and in charge.

It was never going to take me long to finish under that amount of stimulation and as I fired onto my chest I was told by my wife how good I had been.

Once the nearby wet wipes had been deployed and my ardour had wained she asked me to lift my bum so she could put the M4 underneath me.

My wife then reached for a nearby bottle which contained powder, baby powder. Again I tried to protest, in the months I had been wearing and wetting nappies in secret I had never used baby powder, but my concerns where quickly dismissed and I was told that I needed to be powdered to avoid nappy rash.

Powder rubbed in my wife pulled up the middle of the disposable and bought the left side in, once the bottom tape had been attached she did the same with the right hand side. The top tapes were attached in the same order and there I was, a 40+ year old man laying on his marital bed in a thick adult nappy in which his wife had made him wear.

 

I was in heaven.

 

My wife asked me to lift my legs one by one and a pair of white bikini style plastic pants were worked up my legs and over my thick padding.

 

My wife stood me up to admire her handy work.

Once she was happy with the fit of the nappy and that it had been contained by the baby pants she motioned for me to lay back down on the bed, this time under the sheets.

She told me to make myself comfortable whilst she used the bathroom and she’d return with the new nighttime rules.

 

Once she returned and settled back down she told me that I was not allowed to use the toilet during the night, if I had the urge to urinate that I should use the nappy I was wearing, but not before telling her that I needed to ‘go’.

I was asked as we settled back if I had a full bladder yet, I replied that I did need to pee so with one of her hands on the crouch of the M4 she asked me to begin.

Despite only just having an orgasm this scenario, the sight of her holding the front of my nappy stirred my loins again.

I explained I could nt wet because of my stiffening organ and my wife removed her hand.

This happened on a number of occasions before I managed to actually use the nappy I was wearing, every time she verbally encouraged me to use the nappy I’d get hard and not be able to wee.

When I’d finally relaxed enough to let go my wife clutched the nappy tighter and told me she could feel the warmth spread the base of the disposable. 

 

With my body feeling empty I was ready to sleep.

My wife motioned for me to come in close, I wrapped my body around hers and went into a deep slumber.

 

I awoke a few hours later needing another pee, still in my wife’s arms I relaxed and filled the nappy she had put me in for a second time, I knew that I was disobeying the rules she has set out earlier but she looked so peaceful that I did nt want to disturb her. With my bladder empty again, I squeezed in closer before drifting off to sleep again.

 

When morning came my wife gently stroked my head until my eyes opened.

She asked me if I needed to urinate again, I confirmed that I did so she held my thickly padded crouch until I had wet the nappy for a third time.

We cuddled for a short time then my wife undressed me.

First the plastic pants were worked down my legs and then the nappy was untapped.

Whilst I had a shower my wife disposed of the M4.

Over breakfast I saw that my wife had a glowing smile, there was a happiness in her that I had nt seen for a while.

This I felt was the start of a new adventure in our lives, the side of my life that I had kept secret for so long through fear of rejection had actually improved our relationship.

 

The fun had only just begun

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From that first time there began a routine. 

I played darts for a local pub on Wednesday nights so would arrive home late with a bladder full of beer.

Children in bed, my wife would be waiting for me as I entered the house.

She would always take me by the hand and lead me to our bedroom where a disposable nappy would be laid out for me to strip and position myself on. Most of the time I would be ‘milked’ with encouraging words and then dressed for bed in the nappy and a pair of plastic pants.

Over a few months my stash grew, my wife and I would go online shopping for numerous supplies, even twice going into chemist shops to buy adult disposables in person.

My first adult cloth nappy was bought for me as a surprise by my wife.

Because of our ages all our children had been dressed in disposable nappys so neither of us had a clue how to fold or pin it on me. The initial wearing resulted in a mess on the bedroom carpet. My wife keen to get me in the newly purchased item had asked me to stand once it was pinned so she could see how it looked. She encouraged me to wet it straight away and having a full bladder I happily complied. Unfortunately neither of us realised that you need to wear plastic pants over a cloth nappy to stop the leaking. We just thought that it would soak up my pee just like my thick disposable nappies had been.

It obviously did nt and at that moment we learnt a valuable lesson.

I always wear plastic pants over cloth nappys these days.

 

My wearing was getting bolder. In my job at the time I worked from Tuesday to Saturday, leaving my two day ‘weekend’ for Sunday and Monday. With the children at school on Monday it left us hours together to have fun without the risk of being disturbed.

My wife was behind me wearing in public for the first time.

She told me, once we were alone one Monday, that I needed to go change into what she had left out on our bed for me as we were going out shopping.

I saw the M4 and bikini plastic pants but thought I d talk my way out of wearing through the fear of someone spotting the bulk under my jeans.

My wife was having known of it, she followed me into the room and told me that one of my fantasies would be coming true that day.

Once partially dressed I was told to stand and she took photos of me wearing the nappy, both with my jeans on and with them off. (I think those photos are still on my account here)

Some time previous I’d told my wife about a story I’d read online about a husband who kept having accidents. The characters wife had insisted he wore overnight diapers to help the problem.

The story continued with the couple going on a shopping trip in which the man had had an accident and wet his jeans. His wife had taken him into the mall restroom and put him in a disposable that she had taken on the trip in her bag.

Later on in the day the man had asked his wife if he could remove the diaper because he needed to pee and she had said that she was worried he would nt be able to retape the product.

She held him close and instructed him to use his diaper and when he did she told him he was a “good boy”

 

My wife told me there and then that we were going to reenact that story at a nearby shopping outlet.

I was  trembling, part excitement and part fear, this was the first time I’d left the house wearing a nappy and had the common worry of whether the disposable under my jeans would be noticeable, detected by either sight or sound.

My wife showed me the photos she had taken and assured me that she’d look after me no matter what.

We drove to the shops and went about our normal day.

When the time came that I needed to pee I was to ask my wife if I could take the disposable off.

A few hours later I felt my bladder twinge and as requested asked my wife if I could use the toilet.

She held me close and told me that I was wearing the nappy she had put me on and that I had to use it.

She gently pressed my bladder and whispered for me to let go and flood the disposable.

As I relaxed and let go, wetting the M4, she stroked me telling me, like the man in the story, that I was a “good boy”

I almost collapsed with pleasure. I was glad that my wife had a good hold on me.

We did many other trips out with me dressed in a nappy and plastic pants under my clothing but none ever can close to that first time.

 

I thought then that she’d be the only person who would ever know my shameful secret and that only she would change my wet nappy..........I was wrong.

It would nt be too long before I was being ‘Mummied’ by another woman.

[Fulldiaper]

Please do  continue. I love this.

[Forced2wet]

1 hour ago, Fulldiaper said:

Please do  continue. I love this.

Thank you.

I will continue, I expect to  annoy members with what comes next but as it’s all true I cannot now change my actions to suit the reader

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You’d have thought that having a wife of many years that had not only accepted the weird side of her husband that she never ever knew about but actually encouraged it would have made for a happy ending.

And if it was nt for my selfish and self destructive nature perhaps it would have done.

But whilst the new side of our relationship had improved areas of our marriage, other areas had got worse.

We argued more, especially in front of the children. 

Looking back, perhaps the dominant side of my wife, that her new role demanded, spilled over into all other sides of our life together.

I had always been the decision maker, head of the household who was to be ‘obeyed’ but the dynamics had changed.

I found myself delaying getting home from work so to avoid the frequent confrontations.

I remember her saying once that as the children were getting older that there would soon be a time when it would be just us two and we’d be able to spend more time together as a couple. 

It was not something I relished.

 

Then, to my eternal shame, I met someone else. I never intended to fall in love, real love, but that’s exactly what I did.

This lady was my soul mate, we had a connection that I’d never ever encountered before with anyone else.

A physical side of the relationship soon followed and it was the best I’d ever encountered.

This of course all happened whilst I was still married with three children of school age.

The new lady never knew I was married although she may have suspected. 

I spent a week with my ‘mistress’ and her children, telling my wife that I needed some space to work things out between herself and me and whether it was good for the kids to see us at each other’s throats all the time.

I’m not sure I even thought about nappies at the time.

After a week I went back home and tried to resolve the differences with my wife but it was getting worse.

My ‘mistress’ gave me an ultimatum, I either move in with her full time or we stop seeing each other.

 

Even today, many years down the line, I still try not to think of my wifes heartbreak when I told her I was leaving, it still is the worst thing I’ve ever had to do.

 

She never knew about the other woman, I told her I was moving into a friends place, so I think she still held out hope that we would get back together.

Once she even messaged me to say that if I still wanted, she would continue ‘Mummying’ me on occasion, as it was something I had said I could never share with anyone else.

I declined but thanked her for the kind offer.

 

I kept my new relationship a secret for sometime, on a day out I even introduced my partner as my landlady to my son to keep everything under wraps.

 

Things were going well between us but I t was nt long before the nappy urges began to surface. 

Websites like this one and others meant that I had easy access to feed my ‘addiction’

I frequented them more and more, spending most of my spare time on my phone nose deep in stories and photos of fellow AB/DLers.

 

I’d occasionally let my bladder go whilst taking a shower to simulate the feeling of wetting myself and always thought that it would manage to keep things at bay.

I used to masturbate thinking AB/DL thoughts in the hope that the post orgasm shame would last longer than it usually would and I could concentrate on having a ‘normal’ relationship.

 

Sometime later, when my wife must have realised that we would never reunite, she started to threaten me with telling my children, family, friends and workmates about my other life. About how I wore nappies and plastic pants and liked to wet myself. 

 

It’s the main problem with sharing this side of our lives with someone else, they have the knowledge and also the power to reveal our secrets.to all and sundry should things go sour......hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!

 

I was quite confident she would not reveal my secret to everyone we knew, due to the fact that she joined in when she could and actually encouraged my wearing and wetting.

But I was quite aware that if she found out about my new partner that she would definitely spill the beans to try wreck the relationship.

 

There was no option, I was going to have to reveal my darkest secret to a second person.

How would the woman I was deeply in love with react?

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TBH I always knew this day would come sooner or later. 

The years I’d previously spent with my wife not thinking about my nappy interests were helped by the lack of information available at the time.

With the advent of the internet, the ‘secret’ world of AB/DL was now out there, sites like DD, coupled with specialist products and online shopping, meant that my kink, with that encouragement, had grown. 

Like a genie being released from a bottle after an age, my urges were not too ready to return anytime soon.

I was pretty sure that any future partner I had would have to accept this side of me.

 

So, with the foresight of knowing I could nt now change, I had already been hinting to her about at my ‘thing’ to gauge her reaction.

We had a running joke on texts about her wearing big bloomer underwear and me wearing an adult nappy on dates, it was treated as a joke of course.

So when the time came for me to admit my weird fetish I hoped she already had an inkling.

 

Thats not to say it would be easy, I’d already thrown away a long term marriage, so I was aware that a revelation like this one could end this love affair as soon as it had started, but with the threats of my wife ringing in my ears I felt I had no alternative.

 

So that very evening, with her children not about the house, we sat down next to each other on the sofa.

Looking into her eyes I told her that I needed to reveal to her an embarrassing secret.

I told her at the same time that I did nt expect any participation on her side but that I had to be honest as I’d rather her find out for me than from anyone else.

 

From memory I can recall the worried look on her face. This made me feel even worse and that the scale of my admission would hurt and even disgust her.

I chickened our, I could nt bring myself to utter the words “I like wearing nappies” And told her I was too ashamed to tell her.

She reached out for my hand and asked me to be brave, but even with that reassurance the words could not pass my lips.

She got up and went to the kitchen. When she returned she had a piece of paper and a pen in her hand.

She told me that she wanted to know no matter what and that if it made it easier for me that I could write it all down on the paper and pass it to her so she could read it.

 

With a shaky hand I wrote 4 words

 

I like wearing nappies

 

I folded the paper in two so the words were hidden.

She asked me to hand the note over but I was still unsure.

My knuckles were turning white with the force of grip I was using on the paper but she calmly asked me to relax and just let her read what I had written.

 

Whilst the four words I put on the note would not fully explain the situation to my soul mate it was a starting point. The beginning of a conversation that we needed to have.

 

Eventually I handed the ‘revelation’ over and as I sat and watched she unfolded the paper and began to read.

[CDfm]

This was very interesting for sure. I know well how an ex wife can and will use diapers against you. My ex told several family members of my wearing diapers. What she didn’t add though is that I wear them because I need to. I was forced to do more explaining than I ever cared to or should have had to do. Once everyone was aware of the entire story they all simply let it drop and nothing more was said.  I have never actually come out and fully admitted to anyone that I actually do wear diapers full time. Even when I had to explain why they were necessary I did so by explaining the initial injury came while I was in the Marines and subsequent surgeries kept making the problem worse. Protection was the best option medically even when considering a colostomy. 

[Forced2wet]

It does nt take most people long to read four words but depending on what’s been written it can take an age to digest the information.

 

She looked up from the note and asked me to explain.

 

My first action was to explain that it had nothing to do with children.

She had two school age kids living at home, as well as her two elder daughters who lived close by, both expecting babies.

That information out of the way straight away, I pretty much repeated my story how I had previously done to my wife. (See above posts)

She listened and then asked where I kept my items.

At the time they were in a small case in the boot of the car.

I was requested to go get them but I declined. I asked her to take time and think about everything I had told her. I again reiterated that I’d understand if she’d rather not join in but at the same time admitted that it’s not something that will ever go away.

 

It was left like that for the rest of the evening. We cuddled on the sofa watching tv like we did most nights so I was confident that my revelation had nt appalled her so much that she could nt bear to touch me.

 

The next day in work I received a text from my G/F. It read

 

“When you are ready to share that side of your life with me I’d like to be involved”

 

The phone beeped for a second time, another text followed 

 

“I change a mean nappy”

 

My heart leapt, the worry that I’d lose her over my interests melted away.

All I had to do know was summon the courage to retrieve the case full of nappies from my car and show her the ‘goodies’ inside.

 

By the time I arrived back home she was already there. I walked over to her, kissed her on the forehead and gave her a long cuddle. 

 

“Thank you for understanding” I told her

 

It was nt until the weekend, late Sunday night, that my former secret was bought up again.

This time when requested I got the case from my car boot and took it to our bedroom to show my partner the contents.

At the time my stash was very much on the DL side, I had nt progressed from the Tena slips & M4s I’d first started buying after discovering adult nappies on eBay.

My plastic pants were also ‘basic’ apart from a pair of toy box themed bikini pants that I had purchased from Cosy N Dry.

We looked through the case together and then I was asked to tape a disposable nappy on so she could see.

I asked if she would nt mind if I dressed myself alone rather than have the embarrassment of having her put me in the nappy.

She agreed, and once she left the room I preceded to strip then dress myself in an M4 and some blue plastic pants.

As soon as I was dressed I got under the bed covers, the quilt covering my nappy so that when my G/F returned see could not see my apparel.

My partner entered the bedroom and changed into her nightie, once ready for bed she pulled back the covers and joined me.

I held the covers right up to my chin, eventually with her encouragement I loosened my grip and my G/F lowered the quilt to take a look at what I was wearing.

Satisfied that it was nt too repulsive she cuddled close to me and whilst touching the front of the nappy told me that “ everything is going to be alright”

 

Her participation in my love of wearing nappies was only hours away.

 

 

[CDfm]

The addition was somewhat short but it was an important one. Having a partner participating in something like this is a big step. 

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10 hours ago, CDfm said:

The addition was somewhat short but it was an important one. Having a partner participating in something like this is a big step. 

Thanks for the input.

i have to tread carefully now as 2 of the 3 women that will feature in my life story (SPOILER ALERT-  one more Mummy to come) are registered with this site and can therefore learn to truth to my thoughts and actions through our relationships

[Constantlywet]

Where's part 3? . . Lol. . . I gotta admit, I was hooked reading that. . .  ?

[Forced2wet]

20 hours ago, Constantlywet said:

Where's part 3? . . Lol. . . I gotta admit, I was hooked reading that. . .  ?

Because it’s a true story I’ve got to be careful as my last two ‘Mummys’ are registered with this site. 
Not sure I should reveal things they may not know.........although maybe I will  

[Constantlywet]

Lol. . . Yeah, that could be interesting. .  Lol. . .  Although seriously. . That's a really cool account of things and I would love to hear the rest of your story. 

[Forced2wet]

5 hours ago, Constantlywet said:

Lol. . . Yeah, that could be interesting. .  Lol. . .  Although seriously. . That's a really cool account of things and I would love to hear the rest of your story. 

Hopefully I got my happy ending

 

 

 

[Constantlywet]

Well it sure looks like you have. . .   I'm happy for you pal. . .  I'm lucky, I have a Mrs who is happy I'm in nappies too. . .  Had a few bumps in the road kinda like yourself along the way. Suppose that's why I liked reading your story so much. . 

[Forced2wet]

13 hours ago, Constantlywet said:

Well it sure looks like you have. . .   I'm happy for you pal. . .  I'm lucky, I have a Mrs who is happy I'm in nappies too. . .  Had a few bumps in the road kinda like yourself along the way. Suppose that's why I liked reading your story so much. . 

Pleased for you, any ABDL who has an understanding partner is a lucky ‘baby’  

[mrehahn]

Happy belated birthday, nice to have a mommydom, so do I and it's been 24)7 for two years now

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