Mixed Blessings by Unknown (Posted by Widowmaker)

here is another old story for all of you. don’t know the who the author is though.

Mixed Blessings

They finally came! Could they have taken any longer? Well, I guess it
wasn’t that long, but I was going crazy waiting! I finally got those tapes that
everyone has been talking about. The bedwetter tape, full incontinence
tape, and the other relaxation tape. I know alot of people bought them, and they
never worked, but they did for a few, and I wanted to be one of those few!
Here, let me back up for a minute.
My name is Al, I’m 19, and just moved out a few days ago. This has been a
day I’ve been waiting for, I’m living on my own, and have no one to worry
about finding any of my stuff! I ordered these tapes that are supposed to
let you start wetting the bed at night a few weeks ago, and they just got here
today! I bought some of those new attends, I heard they work the best at
night as far as disposables go. It’s been my dream for many years to start
wetting the bed again, and here, with these tapes, I hope that dream will become a
I waste my time watching the clock, waiting for bed time. Finally the clock
says 10pm, a bit early, but close enough. I pull out a diaper and put it
on. I take the bedwetting tape, put it in the walkman, and lay down to sleep. I
roll around quite a bit trying to get to sleep for about 20 minutes,
listening to the tapes. Finally, my brain submits to the suggestions on the tape, and
I fall asleep.
I wake up relatively early, about 8:30am. I find the walkman on the floor
beside the bed, unplugged. Must of pulled free of the cord when it fell.
Well, it’s the best explenation I can come up with being this groggy. Then it
hits me like a dropped anvil! I sit up and try to sense if I’m wet. I can’t
tell. I might be, I haven’t tried these new diapers before, but heard they were
good, they felt comfortable at least. I undo the tapes and take a peak. My
heart sinks a bit, still dry. well, I knew they took a little while to kick
in, hard to expect it to work in one night. I tape the diaper back on, and
walk to the dresser. Pull out a pair of jeans, and a T-shirt and get
It’s a Saturday, and I have nothing to do. I laze into the TV room and flop
down in front of the TV to see whats on. Damn, wheres the flicker? After a
bit of rummaging I find it under the cushion, where else. Sometimes wish those
damn couch trolls could find something better to keep hiding on me.
I surf the 30 some odd channels for a few hours until hunger over comes me.
I pick myself up and head into the kitchen, open the fridge. A cold pizza,
coke, cheese wize, Oh. Not realising it right away, I notice I have to go
I decide I can hold it a bit longer, and if not, no loss, I do have a
diaper on! I grab a piece of pizza from the box and toss it into the open
Set it on 1:00, high, and hit cook. While waiting I grab the coke and pour a
glass. Listening to the sound of the pop pouring out makes me take clear
notice of the pressure on my bladder. But, I ignore it anyways. I put the
warmed, stiff pizza on a plate and sit back down on the couch in front of
the TV.
About a half an hour later, the pressure on my bladder becomes a constant
feeling. I decide that now is as good a time as any to let it go. I still
haven’t mastered the “just letting it go” yet. Funny seeing how I’ve been
doing the diaper thing for 6 years now! I’ve been getting better though,
I’ve come quite a ways from the first time.
It was back at my old house, I was cleaning out my closest when I found an
old diaper. Without thinking, I went into the bathroom and put it on.
Thankfully I was still with it enough to have the sense to go into the
bathroom and lean over the toilet. I started to wet (after MUCH work) and
it leaked very quickly. I stood there for about 5 minutes trying desperatly to
pee, but I just couldn’t get it to go. Finally, just as I was wearing down,
I went. It must have been the lost energy was just the right amount to let me
relax (if you could call it that) to let it out. From the moment I found
the diaper, to the moment I was standing there, in a wet diaper for the first
time in 9 years, I had no thoughts of anything but wetting in the diaper.
Now that it was out, I had time to let what I had just done sink in. Knees
shaking and mind twisting I quickly got out of the diaper and threw it away. I took
a bath and went into my room.
The whole thing up to that point took about 20 minutes, little did I know
then how much those last 20 minutes were going to change my life. I sat in
my room after the bath listening to my mind grind. Trying to think of one
logical reason why I did what I did. To this day I haven’t thought of one. I
couldn’t understand why, that moment I touched the diaper, pulled it out, and
realised what it was, shut off every part of my brain that wasn’t saying, try it,
use the diaper!
Now, here I am. 6 years later, on my own for the first time in my life, and
in Canadas biggest city. This from a kid that grew up on a small island
that wasn’t on most maps!
I started to try and relax, to let it flow. But, this was the first time
I’m using these diapers! Whenever I try a new diaper, I remember those feeling
I had that day with the old diaper. It makes it harder then usual to wet. I
can feel the urine starting to work its way down as my bladder relaxs.
The sound from the doors catchs me off guard, instinctivly stop the flow
before it really bagan. Now, new thoughts ran through my mind. Who’s that?
I’m not expecting anybody, hell, I know barely anyone! The diaper! I take a
quick glance around, no time to take it off. Can you see it? look around, no, not
really. Good, can you hear it? Yeah, but I’m listening for it too, ok, walk
as little as possible, ok, let them in. (all this flashed through in about
three seconds). I walk to the door and open it a bit.
Hello? Standing in front of me is this beautiful face. It takes me back! I
reply in a stamered, confused, basically male infatuation voice, “oh, Hi!”.
“Just a sec” I lean back, close the door, and undo the chain lock, and open
the door all the way. “Come in, how can I help you?”. She walks in with a
walk that makes you take notice of her legs without thinking! Not like a model,
but just with a distinctly feminine gait. “Hi.” she says, bringing my attention
up from her legs and onto her butiful face! I don’t usually take notice of
girls like this. And I can’t think of any one reason why I am with her. The long,
curly red hair? Maybe, brown eyes, maybe. Nice smile, familliar smell? I’d
say it’s everything about her! “I saw you come in last night, I live upstairs.
Haven’t seen you hear before, just get here?”. Suddenly two thoughts go
through my mind like a shot gun shell, “damn! the diapers! I was carrying
them home last night!” and the other, hitting with equal force, “Oh shit! You
moron, you’re still wearing a diaper!”. She caught me off guard enough to
make me forget about the diaper under my jeans and the continually building
pressure between my legs! “Hi. Ya, I moved here a few days ago.”, my brain
spits this out indepentant of my now preocupied mind.
The one thats jammed with the two main thoughts of how stupid I am to be
wearing diapers right know, and the other of how to get them the hell off!
Although, at the distress of my brain, it concludes that neither can be
changed now, so deal with what you’ve got! Ok, There’s a beautiful woman
sitting across from me, she wants to talk. I want to talk to her too, but I also
want to/need to pee! Sure I could just say, can you hold on a minute? I gotta go
to the bathroom. Yeah, one minute after she walked through the door, I
don’t think so!
“So, whats your name?”, my brain spurts out, once again independent of my
still preoccupied, caos usually called my mind.
“Laura, Laura Waters”. Waters, great, it had to be that! Hearing that name
Waters I feel the thump on my bladder. I finally free part of my brain so
that I can lead my brain into a semi-intelligent converstaion.
“Laura eh? Nice name!” oh ya, that was brilliant!
“Thanks, and yours is?”. She asked her innocent, save the world voice.
Oh shit, my name, “Al, Al Matthew’s”.
“you have a nice name too.”, Did I see that coming or what?
“Thanks!”. Ok, You want her to leave, but you want her to stay. Do I listen
to logic or hormones? I can sit here and talk to her for hours on end, and
wet myself, ya, that’d impress her! Ok, I can ask her to leave, sure, she’d
take that right wouldn’t she! Think damn you! “So, do you live alone?”
“Yeah” replying in a solomn, pity me, voice. I used to have a roomie, but
she got home sick and left after two weeks. I’ve been here for three! I was
going to look for another roomie, but my parents offered to just wire me
whatever extra it was going to cost me for the apartment."
“Oh, you didn’t want another room mate?”, Asking not only to keep her
talking, and here, but to see how she likes people in general. It’s been an
annoying trait of mine since for as long as I started liking women. I
always ask stupid questions to analyze them.
“Doesn’t matter I guess”, She answered, sort of looking away, “I have
reasons to like having my privacy. But it’s nice to have a friend to talk to.”
“Feel free to talk to me anytime”. Ok, thats it, I screwed it up! I might
as well just asked for her to stay the night!
“Thanks.” She looked at me in the eyes and smiled when replying.
"Wow, ok, so you got lucky! Don’t push it, remember, you ARE wearing
diapers, and you are about to explode, you haven’t gotten out of this yet!
We talk for about 45 minutes, she’s telling me about her familly in
Alabama, her sadly missed terrier, Pepsi, “Ah man”, her love of horror movies, and
every other detail that a guy has to memorize about a woman. It’s know 2pm. I
haven’t gone to the bathroom in almost 16 hours! I have to go so bad it
hurts but can’t say anything because my hormones have taken control!
“Well, I should be going home, talk to you later?” she asks.
“Sure! See ya later then”, please go, ahhh, ya, we’ll talk tomorrow! The
thoughts that tear through you mind! I get up to walk her to the door. I can feel every nerve ending in my bladder screaming at me!
“Bye!” she sings in her butiful voice as she leaves. The only reason I
notice is because my hormones still flood my body, but I can feel them too
leaking into by now very full bladder! I just about let it go and that same
bit of reasoning clicks in, “Um, you’re wet know, you’ll flood the basement!”.
Translated, that means get to a toilet, the diaper, no matter how
wonderful, will not hold what’s about to come! I jolt for the bathroom, unzipper the
jeans, and start at the tapes by the time I make the 5 second dash to the
bathroom! I get the tapes off, and get the diaper out of the way just in
I feel like I’m running a urine marathon! In hindsight I thank the little
voice up there, saved me once again. I also make a mental note to suggest
to those guys on the Internet a good way to leak if thats what they like! I
pull the diaper back on, and thanks the guy who invented re-fastenable plastic
For the rest of the day I ponder two things, Laura, and my damn luck! You
couldn’t have much worse timing to need to go pee, and be wearing a diaper.
Nonetheless though, I was extremely lucky that I didn’t let go. Its funny,
One of my dreams is to wet uncontrolably, and here today I almsot had the
chance, but, today was the last time that I wanted it to start! Ugh!
Come night fall again I pick up the walkman and put it on. It’s a bit
easier to fall asleep tonight, actually, It must have taken no more then 5
During the night I had excellent dreams. I can’t remember the specifics,
but it sure left its mark! Before I really wake up I can feel a smile on my
face. I come to and notice the walkman still on the bed, and running. Its back
near the beginning of the tape, the part where it gets you relaxed. I press the
stop button and get up like a horse after being drugged.
I check my diaper, damn, dry, and my morning started off so good too! I
still hadn’t used the diaper yet, I was too nervous yesterday of her
stopping over again. I decide that it’d be same to do the same today. Although,
After looking at the diaper that I’ve had on since two nights ago, I decide to
throw it out. Its all bunched in the middle, and I doub’t it’d work any more. I
toss it into my garbage can in the back of my closet, and pull out another
Attend. I put it on, and relish the feeling of a fresh diaper for a few minutes.
Finally I get up, make breakfast, and watch more TV. I wait all day, and
use the toilet, just incase.
Well, it’s night again, she never stopped in, what a waste of a day! Once
again I start my new ritual. I pick up the headphones, rewind the tape, and
press play. Before I realise it, even quicker then last night, I’m asleep.
If nothing else this tape is letting me get a good nights sleep!
At about 3am, I wake up. Slowly at first. I never did wake up quickly!
While in this half awake/half asleep state I realise that I have to go pee. I
decide to get up and go to the bathroom, but as soon as I make my first move, It
starts to flow! As soon as it starts I become fully awake! I can’t believe
this! I started to wet, and I didn’t really try! Even though I’ve reached
full conciousness, it’s too late. I’ve hit the point where the stream can’t be
stopped. So I lay there for a minute until I finish. I wanted to see if
they were going to leak, knows as good a time as any! I lied there for about ten
minutes, shifting positions, laying still, but no leaks, good. I decide to
get up and get a change. I throw the old diaper in the garbage in the closet,
and to my suprise, I need minimal cleaning. I grab another diaper, and go back
to bed. I put the tape back on, and am quickly asleep.
When I wake up, I check the diaper, dry, no real suprise though, there
wasn’t much left after last night. I decide to stay dry today, in case Laura
stops in again. It’s monday and there won’t be much happening. Class
doesn’t start for another week or so. At around lunch I happen to look out the
window to the parking lot. I noticed Laura walking in from her car. She looks as
beautiful from a distance as she does up close. She is carrying a box, and a
few bags, can’t see what any of it is though. I keep putting off getting my
new glasses. She’s getting close enough that I can almost make out the box
she’s carrying. Just before shes close enough, she notices me and winks! It
catches me by suprise again, I didn’t think she’d see me! I wink back. She starts
to walk up the stairs to her apartment. Before I could reel back from the
suprise she had already gone up the stairs. I never got to see what was in any of
the bags or box. Oh well, it was probably just groceries.
I play it safe for a while, and decide not to wet again. Isn’t this ironic?
my biggest joy about moving here was the freedom I’d have to wear diapers!
Now, I’ve spent the last three days not using them! 7:30 blinks on the
microwave, when she called. We talk for awhile and she says that she won’t
be stopping over today, but probably will tomorrow. Her classes started today,
well, it was a short, “meet the profs” thing. We talked until about 8:30 or
9:00pm about pretty much everything. Shes the type whos voice make you want
to open up and tell her everything, well, almost everything!
Come night I start my now familliar routine, get in bed, put the walkman
on, press play, and quickly fall asleep. Just before I doze off my mind dwells
on the night before, hope for at the least a reocurrence, maybe better! One
thing for sure though, the tapes were doing something!
At about 3:30am, I wake up groggy, and confused. The urge to go pee woke me
up again, but know, the urge was leaving. I start to go back to sleep, but
then it hit me. The needing to go pee leaving wasn’t the only sensation I
had, I WAS peeing! Realising this brings me fully awake. Damn, these diapers are
good! Up until I moved here, I only got to use cloth. I was used to when
you go, you feel it! These really did pull the wetness away! My attention
turned back to me actually peeing, but it’s over, I have already finished. Again,
no leaks, good. I debated just going back to sleep, but decided to get
changed, I never really liked wet diapers anyway, go figure! I get up and grab
another diaper and head for the bathroom. I change diapers, throwing the wet one
into the garbage in the back of the closet. I put on another, and go back to
It’s morning, dry. No wonder. I spend the first few hourse of the morning
dwelling on whether I can stay asleep all night. Hopefully! At about 2pm,
Laura stopped in. I didn’t have time to take the diaper off, but I didn’t
have to go. I was playing it safe again, and feeling bad about it.
“I got off school early today. Second day and they already are letting us
out early!” she starts.
“Really? Come on in” I half suggest, half beg. As soon as I see her I can
feel the hormones starting to flow. She sits down on the couch and we have
an “interesting” conversation! I’m no expert at women by any stretch of the
imagination, but if that wasn’t flirting, then I have no hope at a
relationship! The whole time she kept moving a bit, almost in an attempt to
get closer to me. I of course did the same in return. If it weren’t for the
fact that the couches were apart from each other, we probably would have
started touching! Ah, maybe I’m paranoid! All I know is that I couldn’t
stop looking at her beautiful face! The whole time she was here I had forgotten
that I was wearing a diaper! It wasn’t until I got up to walk her to the door,
and hearing the crinkling of the diaper that it came back to me! I tried to
ignore it, hoping she would, if she could hear it.
Almost three hours had past, 5pm. Great. Shes gone for the day. I have a
slight feeling of need to go, but decide to wait until night time. I’ve
come so close to staying asleep, that I decide to let the first true accident
happen at night. Finally night does come, and I go through the routine,
hoping that I will stay asleep tonight! So far has been so good!
Morning, well, I didn’t wake up during the night. Thats my first clear
thought, quickly followed by the wondering if the diaper is wet. Yep! I
think so! I don’t want to get my hopes up though. I feel the bottom of the
diaper. The first thing I notice is the plastic outer cover, a bit warm,
normal either way though, I did sleep in it! But the obvious gel-feel
beneath the plastic is a definite give away!
I pull the sheets down, and check for a wet spot. There is none! Ok, this
day is just getting better! I sit back down on the bed and give my mind a
chance to straighten things out. Ok, for the first time ever, my dream has
come true! I went to bed dry, and woke up wet! This is what I’ve been
hoping for all my diaper life! I pick up the walkman and pop out the tape, and
just look at it! I owe this to a piece of megnetic tape! I put the tape
down and go get a change.
The day passes without incident. At around 12:20pm, I feel the urge to go
again. After a quick thought, I decide that Laura probably won’t be home
until sometime later, and the diaper held the wetting last night, so, why not.
Instead of the usual holding it, I just ignore it. Nothing happens right
away, but by around 1, I have pretty much mastered the “ignoring it”. Its alot
harder then it sounds. I don’t try to push it, but I don’t try to stop it
either. Unfortunatly though, getting my long learned toilet trained reflex
stop the flow automatically aren’t that easy to control. Shortly after one,
while sitting on the couch watching TV, a strong urge hits. My reflexes try
take control, but I stop them, and it flows. Its nice, I didn’t push, but
I still had to make a mental effort to stop it from stopping. Oh well. At
least I have last night, and hopfully many nights to come! Laura called on
the phone, but never stopped in. We talked about this, that, and the other
thing. Didn;t really matter though, so long as I was talking to her!
Its night again. I grap the tape off the dresser and pop it back in the
walkman, almost knocking the others onto the floor. This is starting to be
favorite time of the day! Well, its morning again, and sure enough
(thankfully) I’m wet again! God how I love those tapes!
This goes on for the rest of the Week. I wake up wet every morning, and
play It safe during the day, except when I know Laura won’t be home. On
Sunday my supply of diapers runs near empty. I decide to ration what I have
left for night time, just in case, but I’ll try to stop on the way home
tomorrow from college, and pick up another package.
Monday morning. I wake up early, about 6:30am. I wasn’t sure if I’d be wet
this morning where I woke up early, but the now familliar feeling of the
warmth and the gel-like feel of the diaper tell me that I am wet! Quite wet
in fact! But still, like every night before, the bed is still dry. The
haven’t leaked yet! Although this morning it feels quite full! I must have
been full during the night! No matter though. I get up, and go into the
bathroom. I undo the tapes and am shocked at the weight of the diaper,
I can compinsate for the unusual weight, It slips and falls on the floor
with a half flop, halp thump sound! I figure to hell with it and leave it
there while I get a shower. The whole time in the shower I debate whether
not to wear a diaper to school. I finally decide to. Besides, if Laura
hasn’t noticed yet, then chances of someone at school noticing are pretty
slim! Shes sat right beside me know, and din’t notice!
After I get out of the shower and brush my teeth, hair, and all the other
things that make up my morning routine, I go back into the room, carrying
wet diaper. I toss it into the garbage, and pull out a new one. I lay it on
the bed, open it up, and position myself on it. I pull it up, tape it
together, (bless the quy that invented refastenable tapes!) and pull my
pants up. I take a look at myself in the mirror to see if anything is
nope, not really! Good. I grab my wallet, and head to catch the bus.
Ok, heres the first major obstical. This is my first real time wearing
diapers in public, well, this much public! No one notices, or at least says
anything to me on the bus, good. Now the Subway, fine too, hey, this isn’t
too bad! I start thinking about how small my class is though, and get a bit
nervous. Theres only going to be 24 other people in my class! Oh well, its
late now. I don’t have any underwear, and only a couple of a changes in my
I get of the subway, and walk to the school. Okay, the hard part, do I
remember where the class is? With a little trouble I find it again. The
time being careful not to bump into anybody! No sense pushing my luck! I
through the first few hours. Mostly its just a “hello, I’m so and so” deal.
Not much to worry about. Lunch time comes, no one noticed, actually,
did I really! I figured it would be on my mind all day, but it wasn’t!
I stumble onto the cafeteria and order fries and a Coke. So far I hadn’t
anyone, so I just take a seat for myself in the corner. I grab a book out
my bookbag that I’ve been reading. Its really good, called “Midnight At The
Well Of Souls”, Jack Chalker wrote it. It’s not diaper related, but still
of my favorite books! The end of lunch hits almost as it had seemed to
guess thats what happens when you start reading! I head of to my afternoon
class, and settle in for more “Hi, I’m <blah> <blah>”! Oh well, I should be
happy, soon it will be study this, and were going to have a test on…! At
about one the Coke makes itself known in a strong way! I got so caught up
my book that I forgot to go to the bathroom! To tell the truth, I hadn’t
since I woke up! I decide to try and hold it until break. I know I have a
change, but to be honest, even while putting them in the bag, I never
seriously concidered wetting at school!
1:45, remember that thought of not going at school, well, if the Coke has
its way, I’ll be glad I did bring that change! The break is still another
minutes away! If I make it that long, it’ll be a miracle! 2:10, oh man! It
hurts I have to go so bad! Now theres no way I can get out to go to the
bathroom. They made it clear that when you come in, you stay in until
2:15. I just couldn’t hold it any longer! I tried, but as soon as I was
a question, the short interval were my brain went “what?”, I stopped
concentarting on staying dry, and thats all it took. First just a few
I tried to stop the flow, but it was like a crack in a dam. The drip’s got
closer together, the it was a small stream. I fight it with everything I
but it just keeps getting harder! the small stream gets faster, then
all my energy and fight is gone and it all pours out uncontroalbly until it
is empty.
My heart started racing like a 1/4Mile drag cars engine! 15 whole minutes
until I could make it to a bathroom. I had hoped no one had noticed, well,
how could they really? But the thoughts were there nonetheless! No strong
smell, good. That was one thing I forgot to watch for was smell. 10
left, then it hits me! I hadn’t gone this much before, did it leak? I try
check, taking inoccent peaks, trying to feel anything on my legs. Nothing
far, but I can’t see whats under the seat. I could feel the wetness get
pulled into the bottom layer, and turned into a gel. 5 minutes left, Oh
With this much wetness its probably going to sag! Hopefully not much. Still
no smell either, at least no smell that you’d contribute to wetting. Three
minutes, come on! We have 15 minutes for break. I’ll give everyone else a
chance to leave, then carefully get up. Huh? Oh yeah! I didn’t even bring a
jacket, I REALLY hope its not leaking!
Finally! The bell rings. I wait until the other students leave, just taking
my time at putting my books away. The professor waits for a second, then
asks me to close the door on my way out. Good, everyones gone. My knees are
shaking I’m so nervous! I really hope it didn’t leak. I take the weight off
of the chair and lift up a bit, enough to rub my hand against my pants to
if they’re wet… Can’t feel anything. I stand up. The diaper pulls down a
little bit, but its a snug fit, it’s not saging much. I take a look, no,
see anything. Ok, time to dash for the bathroom. I take a catious step,
a second. Trying to notice anything that might give me away, no, not
good. I head down the hall and into the bathroom. There is a number of
there, but thankfully there is one free stall! Its the furthest one from
door. I walk in quickly. I sit on the seat, lower my pants, and undo the
tapes. I don’t want it to land on the floor, in case anyone can see under
stall wall. I lift up a bit, and pull it out from under me, roll it up, and
set it down beside the toilet, facing the wall. To my suprise, it wasn’t as
wet as I thought it was. It must have just been the fact that I was so
concious at the time! I clean my self up as best I can, and put a new
on. I flush the toilet, to keep people from wondering, and pull my pants
up, gather the used diaper into my bookbag. I walk out of the stall, hoping
that no one would be left, but to no luck. There was still 2 people in, and
wasn’t about to pull a wet diaper out of my bookbag! I head off to my last
class, and rough out the rest of the day. You can’t smell the diaper
of the powder or whatever in it, and It’s rolled up and taped, so it won’t
leak. Fianlly the end of the day comes, Even though no one can see it, it
still makes me nervous to have a wet diaper in my bookbag!
I stop at the local drug store and looked around until there were only a
few people around. I quickly grabbed a small package of attends, and head
the cash register. I put them on the counter, and the lady gave me a quick
wierd glance, but then just asked me to pay for them, and said to come
I make it the rest of the way home, and go straight for the garbage to
jetason the wet diaper. For the first time, I have a chance to think about
what happened. It was the first time that I had wet during the day against
best efforts, but it was understandable. I have tried waiting until I had
go real bad, but before I was always able to hold it, until right near the
end, then I’d (for some reason I can’t figure out) would go to the bathroom
and go in the toilet, today though that just wasn’t an option! Before I
out the diaper, I really got to feel it. It was wet alright, but not at all
wet As I thought it would be! Oh well, it must just be that these diapers
really good at absorbing wetness. I make a mental note to go to the
at lunch tomorrow!
Laura stops in at about 8. and we talk for about a half an hour, but then
I tell her goodnight, and feed her some dumb story about having to get up
early tomorrow. The truth is though, I just can get of my mind what today
like! By bed time I had changed once more. I grab the last diaper out of
bag, and throw it, and the wet diaper into the garbage, grab the walkman,
go to sleep.
Tuesday morning, wet once again! I love that feelng! I run through my
morning routine, getting a change, shower, brush teeth, hair, and all that
stuff, and head to school. At lunch I get caught up in my book again, and
forget to go pee, but I am able to hold it until The end of school. I get
caught up in the crowd on the way out of the school. I don’t want to shove
through the people in case of being bumped into, not so much because of the
fear of being noticed, but by now, my bladder is strectched to full! If I
bumbed into, I could wet again, and I don’t want to push my luck! Despite a
mad dash for the bus once free, but I still miss it. Damn, ok, now what? I
have 15 minutesto kill until the next bus! So, I decide to start walking,
least that will keep my mind off the building urge between my legs. I’ll
still have to catch the bus, but if I just stand around, I’ll go crazy!
Surely, about 15 minutes later, the bus passed again. By now the pressure
unbearable. I pay the driver, and take the first free seat. The bending to
is almost enough to make me go, but it doesn’t. Alright, switch to the
then the second bus, then home. Ten more minutes. I can’t help but cringe
the thought.
I make it to the subway, then the second bus. Bending to sit down on the
seat causes a couple of drips, but I’m able to stop it. Finally, the bus
reaches my stop! Getting up causes a couple of more drops, but I just stop
a second and am able to stop the flow just before it begins. I run across
driveway and dash for the door, THUMP! The door’s locked! The suprise
even more drips, but once again, under extreme strain, I’m able to stop it.
could just let it go, but I’ve got to at least wait until I’m inside! I’m
used to locking the door, where I used to live, you never had to lock your
doors. I fumble for the key, unlock the doors, and run into the house and
strait for the bathroom. I dropped my bag in the hall on the way and run
the bathroom. I struggle with the button on my pants, but finally free it.
Just getting into the bathroom caused an increase in the pressure. It’s
my brain went (toilet, Ah, safe to go), making it about ten times harder to
hold back. I grab the zipper, and pull it down, reach up for the sides of
pants, and start to pull down. I pull down with such force and haste, that
top of the pants catch the top of the diaper, and the full force just
to pull down my pants as quickly as possible is transfered to my bladder
causing a painful ache to fill my lower belly! I shift my pants, and pull
down, just in time to see the blue strip appear.
I reach for the tapes, then realise whats happening. I wasn’t fast enough.
The ache translated into increased pressure, and it was just too much. I
and wait to finish. Twice in two days. well, It wasn’t really much I could
I just got caught up in the book, and too confident. Well, at least I WAS
wearing the diapers, otherwise it could have been truely humiliating! Thats
when I realised that this would have happened whether I was diapered or
This is strange, I’m not usually this forgetful, especially over something
like going to the bathroom! I get up and undo the tapes, pretty wet. These
diapers must be good though! Back at my old home, when I still had to use
cloth, having to go that bad would have almost definatly have leaked! Oh
I’ll keep wearing the diapers to school. No one noticed even when I wet
yesterday in class! One thing for sure though, the books staying here!
For the next week, Everything goes as it has been. I get settled in at
school, and get to know Laura quite well. I keep listening to that tape,
sure enough wake up wet every morning! I decided to try and hold it until I
get home before I wet, but if I have to go, I’ll go. I can’t take the risk
trying to take the diaper off to go to the bathroom. The tapes are too loud
and too definable. As it turns out, I end up going every day at school.
once though. I don’t even try to hold back really any more. I figure that
if I
go at around lunch when the first real need to go arises, then I can last
until I get home. Also, when I go when I first feel the need, there isn’t
much there to tax the diaper.
By the end of the following week I have gone almost a month without a dry
night. And haven’t gone more then ten minutes (for a shower) without a
on! I’m still listening to the tape too. I want to make sure that the
stick. I’ve also noticed, with the exception of the second night, the
of wettness in the diaper each morning has been growing in volume too the
point were I have a complete empty a night! Laura and me have gotten pretty
close too. I almost told her about the diapers one night though, she was
getting close, and I thought she was going to feel the diaper, but I
my hormones wishes) kept her from feeling it.
Its Friday night, about 8pm, and Laura’s knocking at the door. I let her in
and we start talking about the usual, school, money, parties, and stuff.
says that there is going to be a movie on tonight, and wanted to know If
watch it with her. I say ya, why not. She tells me that its some old
movie she had seen a while ago, and was quite good. Hormone alert! Shortly
into the movie she snuggles up beside and lays her head on my shoulder. The
movie is actually quite good, and catches my attention. About an hour and a
half into the movie, without me noticing, she put her arm around my waist.
Her hand is only just above by backside, and not to flatter myself, but her
hand IS moving down! Then I hear it. The distinct crincle of plastic. The
of plastic that cover diapers, particularly the one I have on right now!
Feelings of loss, dispair, fear, fright, nervousness, everything floods my
mind, all at one time, and all within one very long, drawn out second…
Then actual (although not rational) thoughts hit. To my extreme suprise, I
didn’t jump up, or say anything. Two seconds pass, still no reaction,
from either of us. Three seconds, then four, five, seven, ten, twenty…
Nothing, she didn’t notice!
I tell her I’ll be right back, and get up and start to walk to the bedroom.
She says alright, and lays on the couch. As soon as I’m in my room I close
door and pull down my pants to take the diaper off. I unzip my jeans, and
them to my ankles. I step out of them as I walk to the bed and sit down. I
lean over to take off the diaper when I notice something different. How did
THAT happen? The blue strip was showing! Then I realised that the soft
absorbent material was now a gel! Sometime during the afternoon, I had wet
myself! I didn’t even realise! My minds swirls like a tornado trying to
of what to do, how it happened, everything! I’ve got a wet diaper on, and a
beautiful girl in the next room!
I don’t have much other choice then to leave it on. It’s not leaking, and
she has already felt it, and didn’t notice it, I don’t think! I walk back
the room and sit down again. I sit on the couch, but a bit away from her. I
definately don’t want her to think that I’m not interested. Hopefully she’ll
think I just didn’t notice. Besides, I think her noticing me in a wet
would be a much worse turn off then just seeming not interested!
We sit through rest of the movie. She made a few advancments, but nothing
realy happened. After the movie she decided that it was time for her to go
sleep, so I walked her to the door. She said good night, and left.
I quickly headed back to the bathroom and reached to pull down my pants.
When I looked down to unzipper the pants, I noticed, not below the zipper,
just off to the left, where the edge of the diaper was, the jeans where an
unmistakable dark blue. They had leaked! Not only that, I walked Laura to
door! She must have seen! But she didn’t say anything? Maybe she didn’t
notice. Maybe she did and didn’t think anything of it. But she felt the
too! She had to have put two and two together! But if she did, why didn’t
say anything? Maybe she just didn’t think about it! I mean, it’s not every
you see a grown man wearing a leaky diaper! They hadn’t leaked when I first
noticed that I was wet? Maybe the sitting and moving squeezed them?
I got a new diaper on and threw the pants in the wash. More thoughts,
questions, comments, worries, anxieties flew through my head well after I
lied down to sleep. I shouldn’t have left the diaper on that long. Hell, I
should have got her to leave as soon as I knew I was wet. Speaking of
how DID I wet? I didn’t notice! I’m not incontinent. I can still hold it
There was no logical reason for it. Not stress, I’ve been in much more
stressful positions and not had an accident. Hormones? No, same reasons.
what? Why did I wet? It wasn’t the first time either. But the others were
explainable. I couldn’t exactly go to a public bathroom to go, I’d get
noticed. I was lucky the few times I did try it! Hell, thats why I didn’t
try holding it anymore, no reason. By the time I could get home, I’d have
anyway. Around the house I wet because I want too. I could hold it, ifI
to. With that, I fell asleep.
The next morining was the same as the rest, wet. That was no suprise
the tapes worked. I’d have to let DPF know that they had a satisfied
Last night still bothers me. I was still continent. I could hold it.
I? It had been three months since I started listening to the bedwetting
But it had also been two months since I last tried to stay dry. But two
isn’t that long. There are people that have gone years continually in
with no loss. Besides, I have always had good control. On top of that, the
bedwetter tapes only work while you are sleeping! Theres nothing I can do
about it. It had to be a freak accident, and I wrote it off as such.
I decided that today I would try and hold it until I wanted to go. I know I
can, but to prove it to myself. I still have a diaper on, but thats more
of habit and lack of underwear. I have some somewhere, but it’s been three
months since I’ve worn a pair, and who knows where they’ve ended up! Sure
enough shortly before lunch I feel the urge to go, and I did keep from
So what about last night? Then, the doorbell went. When I opened the door
was Laura!
Not that big of a suprise. She comes over alot, but not usually this early
in the morning. She tells me that she left her purse here last night, and
was going into town and needed it. Sure enough it was were she had left it,
beside the couch. We talk for about ten minutes, then she left.
About an hour passed before any thoughts of diapers or wetting come back
into my mind. I think about last night and just can’t explain it. Well, I
can’t dwell on it forever, I’ve already prooved I’m still continent. I have
to go even n…. wait a minute. I run go to the bathroom and pull down my
pants. What the HELL is going on?!? I’m wet again! But I was holding it
an hour ago! Then I realise that I was holding it while I was thinking
it. When Laura got here, I didn’t think about holding it, I must have gone
then. But that does not make sense!
The rest of the day I try holding it, and I can, until something takes my
mind off of wetting and diapers for more then thirty seconds, then I go,
without any warning! By night have no more idea whats going on then I did
night before. I think about the tape, but no, like I already said, it’s a
bedwetting tape, it wouldn’t make me loose waking control. So I deside to
going. I still want to wet at night, just not during the day! At least not
without me knowing!
During the next two weeks I keep trying to hold it, and I still can, until
something distracts me. It gets to the point where, even a minor thought,
like thinking of which channel to watch, is enough to break my
Just over two weeks after this started, a Sunday, I was watching some bad
show. The urge to go comes on, but before I can think “hold it back”, the
flow starts. Later on the same thing happened. As fast as the urge to go
I go! Shortly after supper I deside to sit down, with no distractions at
and try to do nothing but concentrate on keeping from going. After what
like forever waiting, the urge finally came. For the first few seconds I
and the urge left! I thought for a moment; ok, there, I can still hold it!
But, thats all it took. In my short moment of victory, the urge came back,
I couldn’t react in time. I went. Another week and a half goes by with
The urge coming on, then leaving with no warning at all. I just go.
Wednesday afternoon, the phone rang, and when I got up, and the diaper gave
a mild pull down. I was wet. There wasn’t even an urge. I was dry ten
before when I sat down, and when I stood up, I was wet!
This was a blow to the ego. I have to check myself to see if I’ve wet or
not. Within a couple of weeks, I don’t even notice a wet diaper pulling
I have to make a concious effort to check myself whenever I can to see if
time for a change. This became a problem at school. I was no longer only
wetting at around lunch. I was now wet two, three, somtimes even four time
before I got home. On top of all that, I had to start carrying a backpack
as a
makeshift diaper bag. I’m still nervous about getting changed in the
bathrooms, but what can I do? I have to go in the bathroom, and go to a
and wait until I think that there is nobody in there, then quickly undo the
tapes, roll it up, put on a dry, and chuck the wet.
Not to mention being unable to stop from wetting, I’ve had to hold back
Laura a few times now. We’re still close, we kind of kiss and stuff, but
nothing to big. I can’t risk going without a diaper. I don’t think she’d
to kindly to being wetted on!
One night, about five months after having moved to Toronto and meeting
Laura, we where watching a movie on TV, and fell asleep on the couch. The
morning Laura woke up first and went up to her apartment, then came back
made breakfast, then straitened up a bit for me. When I woke up, Laura was
sitting on the chair across from the couch, looking at me, and holding a
diaper in her hand. I sat up so fast at noticing this that I must have
some world record! No thoughts entered my mind, it was blank, empty, just
plain dumbfounded!
“Whats with this?” she asked, not upset, more curious sounding.
“I, uh, I…”
“You wear them.” she finished. “When I saw the Attends package in the
after I got up, I felt your backside.” This was more of a comment then
With that, the first thing I thought of was if I was wet or not. Not that
really needed to be asked. It had been almost five months since I was dry.
Without really thinking I glanced down between my legs, then looked back up
quickly when I realised what I was doing. Sure enough, I was wet. What can
say? It’s true.
“Do you use it?” she asked.
That took me a bit! “Uhh…” I started
“Do you?” she asked again, not sounding hasty, just curious.
“Well, yeah…”. I answer. What kind of a question was that?
We both just sat there, looking at each other for a minute. What was she
thinking? Why is she not saying anything? why did I let myself fall asleep
last night?
“Why?” she started, “Why are you wering them?”
“I don’t know.” It was all I could say.
“Pardon? You’re wearing a diaper and you don’t know why?”
“Well, I know WHY, I just don’t know WHY.” That threw her for a loop, she
didn’t have to say it. “What I mean is I need them, I just don’t know why I
need them.” That didn’t look like it helped. “I can’t help it, but I don’t
know WHY I can’t.”
Oh? All that for ‘Oh’!
“How long?”
“Not long really, about five months.” I can’t believe this. I’m talking
about diapers to Laura! “Just after I moved here, I started having night
accidents. It progressed from there.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, know I need them during the day too. It only really got like that a
month ago.” Now I’m telling her how long I’ve been wearing them!
“Did you get it looked at?”
“No. And I doubt I will either. If it gets worse, then maybe, but after
reading about the tests they do! Heck, I was never to partial to doctors in
the first place. Besides, some of those tests are more humiliating then
to wear those.” Pointing to the diaper in her hand. I hate to lie, but I
exactly tell her why I’m wearing them, or why I can’t go to the doctor.
not a complete lie anyways! I really have needed them lately.
We talk about it for a while, she asking questions that you’d expect, and
a few you wouldn’t. I recall that night a while back when she felt the
and ask her if she knew what it was. She said no, She says that until this
morning she never really suspected anything. Eventually she brought up the
topic of us. She asked if thats why I never really got close, because I was
afraid she’d find out.
I said “yeah, thats pretty much it. I tell her that I’ve always been
interested, but figured that you might not take me serious if you knew that
was an adult, and couldn’t even keep from wetting himself.” After that she
just looked at me for a minute, then I asked; “Well?”. She was taken back
“I, well, sure…” she answered finally, and uneasily.
With that she came over and sat beside me. She looked nervous, but then
again, I was probably a better shade of red myself. After a long look at
other, we kissed, a REAL kiss! It was better then I could have ever
Her kiss matched her buty exactly.
Then she stopped, looked at me, and started;
“Back in '92, I was coming home from school.” she started, “I was stopped
at a red light when I heard a car come up behind me at a high speed. The
driver was drunk out of his mind. He tried to swerve at the last moment and
hit the back of my car on the driver side with the passanger side of his
He spun sideways and flipped over. He slid accross the road on his side and
his trunk hit a telephone pole. He spun and flipped into the ditch and
on his roof. I was spun 90 degrees into the intersection and was hit by a
another car entering the intersection. He was paralyzed from the waist
and I spent a year in re-hab with a broken pelvic bone, broken ribs, and a
broken leg. The woman in the car that hit me in the intersection was pretty
much unhurt. She broke her ankle, but her airbag and seatbelt saved her.
I was released, I still had to use a cain for a while. The doctor also said
that I was likely to get arthritis later on.”
With that, she lifted her dress up to show the top of her legs. Under her
panty hose was an Attends, and the blue line was showing!
“When the pelvic bone broke, it punctured my bladder. They had to do
surgery, and between the two, nerve damage occured.” She paused for a
“Guess that makes two of us.” she finished with a half serious half joke
in her voice.
“Oh.” That was all that I could think of! Brilliant!
“I think half the reason I never noticed your diaper before is because I
was nervous about you finding out about me. I was too busy worrying if you
heard the crinkling of the plastic to hear yours!”
Now it was my turn, “I guess that makes two of us!”
We talk again for a while longer. Mostly recollecting times we were
together both wondering if the other noticed. She even said that had a leak
once. She was sure that I had seen it, and spent a sleepless night
if I had noiced or not. I told her that the exact same thing had happened
I kept using the tape for a month before I found out what happened. For at
least five months I had been listening to the daywetting tape! It had to be
least that because that was the last time I took the tape out. I must have
the wrong one back into the walkman! I debated whether to keep listening to
or not, and I decided to keep it in. After the first success you were
to cut back, but I had kept with it for almost every night. Thats why I
couldn’t hold it at all anymore.
About a months after that, Laura moved into my apartment. We had been
spending almost every day at each other place, and frequently nights too.
Heck, she even had a pack of her size small Attends at my place, and I my
mediums at hers! When she moved in I stopped listening to the tape.
Come summer, we were still living together. We had gotten very close, and
even considered getting married. We decided to wait and see. It had almost
been four months since I last listened to the tape, but I was still unable
stay dry during the day, let alone at night. I had even thrown out the
and all the other DPF stuff. I didn’t want her to find out, besides, I now
what I’ve always really wanted from DPF, to be unable to stay dry, and I
accomplished that. I also had the most beautiful girl I could want at my
There were times when it got frustrating, having to get changed in public,
then I thought of Laura. She had to do the same thing, had the same
frustrations. We used each other as a crutch when either of us felt low for
any reason.
At the start of December, I asked her again to marry me. She said yes! We
set the date for New Years Day. It was wierd picking out a tux that was
around the waist so that the diaper wouldn’t show. Laura had it harder then
though, she had to find a dress that would not only cover her diaper, but
not be transparent! It started New years Eve, we had it timed so that just
the clock struck 12:00, we were saying “I do”. Everything went perfect.
they said “You may kiss the bride”, I felt like a school kid again, I was
excited I wet my diaper!