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Author: gbab65
Timestamp: Feb 7, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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I have no idea where it came from, but I wanted to wear and use a nappy.

I was 10 years old, my sister was 12 and my brother was 5. I hated it when mom used to ask us to help out and take his wet nappies upstairs to put in the nappy bucket in the bathroom, when he was still wearing them. I have no recollection of ever wearing them myself when I was little.

Next door had a little girl Roxy, who at nearly 3, still wore nappies. She always had really pretty baby pants sticking out under her short dresses over her bulky nappy and she was always really happy and looking to play with us,

My soft toy from when I was little is a soft toy fox. As such, I also loved Basil Brush and got his annuals every year at Christmas. I do remember going in the wool shop with mom and seeing packages for sale with Basil Brush all over them. These packs were actually packs of nappies, but I just wanted them as they had Basil Brush on them.

Now being as my little brother was 5, we had no nappies in the house, so I got the idea to use an old hand towel. Mom still had nappy pins in her sewing box, so I got a couple of them.

I pinned it on and wet it and it all ran down my legs. Obvious really.

The next time a tried, I got a carrier bag and cut the corners off and fed my legs through the holes and pulled it up over the towel. A trick I had seen my uncle and aunt use with my cousin. A good tight fitting round my legs so no leaks this time but I was still not getting the sensation I was looking for.

I knew I needed baby rubbers or baby pants as I found they were now sold as. I ventured down to the wool shop and asked for a pair. I was then completely floored when asked what size I wanted. Having not even considered this question, I said they were for my 2 year old cousin and she gave me a pair of medium sized pants.

Being a really skinny kid, unbelievably I was able to wear them. A bit tight with my little towel but getting there. The little towel however, was completely unable to absorb my wettings though.

I could not afford nor store a full pack of nappies, but I did find that another shop nearby sold nappies individually and after a few trips soon had a small collection. I also found that they sold cheap larger baby pants and bought some more of those too.

In the privacy of my room, I found that if I folded one nappy in half down the middle of another nappy spread out with front tapered in, I got the nappy feeling I was after. The cheap baby pants whilst being bigger, soon split but I got the bulky bottom experience I was looking for.

I ventured into another shop that I saw sold extra large baby pants. They were all laid out in a display cabinet and they were like the elaborate baby pants that Roxy wore and showed off. I needed a pair two and thinking the pink ruffled ones whilst being desirable, I felt were too much. They didn’t do blue ones though as obviously only a girl item but I did get a nice lemon pair, More robust but not really extra large, they only lasted a couple of wear’s before the plastic separated from the outer shell and then they were just fancy pants.

My first baby pants, whilst being too small, had in fact lasted longer and they were made by Kintal. Explorations of different shops and I had soon found Kintal in XL size too. These fit me far better.

When I got the chance, I only wore a single nappy and baby pants during the day for fear of discovery. However, my longing for nappies meant that I sometimes took the chance to wear my double nappies during the day, something I normally reserved only for bedtime. I would quite often just go out to play in the front garden and regularly, Roxy from next door would come and find me as she could see me through the wire fence. Sometimes I would slip through the fence into her garden and sometimes she would slip through into mine, but we would just sit and play silly games making each other laugh. I knew she could see my nappy under my shorts just like I could see her nappy under her shorts, but she never said anything to me.

We were outside one Saturday morning just sitting and playing with daisy’s out on the lawn when Roxy stood up, then squatted down and wet nappy then laughed. I thought that as I’m dressed the same then I should do the same so I squatted and felt as I soaked my nappy too. Roxy just stood there watching me and giggling until I finished at which point she ran off back to her mom just leaving me there to consider what I had just done and feeling the sensations now in my nappy.

It was at this point that I also became aware that I could see mom in the kitchen window. She came out into the garden and started hanging up the washing on the line. She called across to me

“Are you OK, do you need any help?” I shouted back

“No” and I ran inside and locked myself in the bathroom.

I removed my nappy standing in the bath and spending ages with the shower head trying to get both me and my nappy clean. It wasn’t perfect but it was OK and returning to my room, dressed in pants and shorts and put my rinsed out nappy on my radiator hidden by my towel to dry and then went out to play as mom came in to tidy up and make the beds.

That afternoon when I came back in, I checked my nappy still under my towel on the radiator and found it had already dried and the stains had gone.

I was also convinced that my PJ’s completely hid my nappies and would even wear them round the house around my parents and family. This even extended to the point of coming down on weekend mornings to watch TV while still wearing my wet nappy under my PJ’s.

I also had a pair of proper running shorts that were quite big on me and leaving plenty of space for my nappy during the day. Looking down at myself and trying to look at my back, I was equally convinced that everything was completely hidden.

Now obviously, I was generating laundry. I dealt with this by rinsing everything when I had my daily shower then placing them all on the radiator under my bath towel and this worked well as they were always perfectly clean and dry by the time I recovered them to my hiding place in an evening. It was amazing that any stains seem to evaporate by the time I put them away.

My next discovery was childsize nappies and childsize waterproof pants in Boots. A normal nappy is 60cm by 60cm, these childsize nappies were 70cm by 70cm and as it turned out, somewhat thicker than the cheaper one offs I had bought. The childsize waterproof pants whilst being larger, also had forward facing legs to increase capacity in the rear. 4 nappies and 2 pairs of pants and I was on my way home.

My chosen fold with my new larger nappies was just to fold it half, this gave me the thickness I was after but slightly less bulk so now able to wear a good usable nappy all of the time.

The forward facing leg however, whilst creating space in the rear, also meant it was more likely to hang lower. This meant that if I was not careful. My nappy could hang below my shorts at the rear. Not that I was particularly worried because who pays that much attention to me.

These were my new go to’s for when I felt the need to wear. Mainly in bed but they ticked all of the boxes in terms of capacity, fit and authenticity. Still wearing under my PJ’s and nobody noticing a thing. I was spending more time in nappies than I was underwear and I was usually wet with it.

Feeling adventurous, I took a trip up the road to another wool shop nearby where I had seen through the window, they stocked the Kintal baby pants. It being summer, I am wearing my running shorts over my nappy and in my mind, completely inconspicuous.

I ventured into the shop and stood in the centre waiting to be served. Another customer came in behind me, a mum with a young boy and a chatty toddler girl. a lady came out and I asked for 2 pairs of the XL Kindal baby pants. At the same time, another assistant appeared behind the counter, she was a few years older than me as I knew her, she was my mates older sister Sue. Hearing what I asked for, Sue said she would get them as she was still behind the counter so closer.

The chatty toddler also heard as she asked

“Has your mom got a baby?”, feeling conflicted as the whole shop now hearing my story, I said something about a visiting family friends needing supplies for which I was running an errand.

Sue had crouched down to get the baby pants as I had turned round to talk to the little girl and then I turned back to Sue. The first assistant went to speak to the lady and the toddler as I approached the counter where Sue was coming out. Sue handed me the packets saying

“are these for you” and smiling at me. I had no words. She then leans in closer with us both looking into the shop and quietly whispers to me

“If you look at the little girl and boy, which one has got a nappy on?” I looked and it was obviously just the girl.

“Just the little girl I whispered back”

“How do you know”

“I can see it”

“I can see yours too, you’ve got a very round bum like a balloon.” then standing up straight she continued

“These baby pants are really good for older boys” hesitating to pay and in shock, I can feel as I’m wetting my nappy just standing there in the shop.

Returning home and trying to sneak in and I run into mum so quickly hiding my purchases behind my back

“What you got?” she asked as I was trying to get round her

“Show me” she said as leant round me and took the packet out of my hand. Looking at the 2 packets of baby pants

“OK” she said, as I’m standing there open mouthed not believing what I am hearing. Passing me my packets back and I went upstairs to put away and get changed. Now in a clean nappy and my new baby pants, I went back downstairs.

Mom then announced she was going to see her sister and my cousin and did I want to come. I wasn’t doing anything so agreed

“I’ll just get changed” I said intending to get some underwear on

“No need, you will be ok like that”

We arrived at Aunty Jill’s and went in where only Jill and my cousin Jenny were in. Mom went to talk to Jill while I went and found Jenny. Jenny who was now 5 was sitting playing in the living room with her dolls but jumped up with excitement when she saw me. Probably too quickly and not carefully as I got a full look at her underwear as she got up, she was also wearing a nappy.

Mom and Jill then came into the room and I whispered to mom

“isn’t 5 too big to be wearing nappies?” obviously not whispering quietly enough as Aunty Jill replied

“yes 5 is too big to be wearing nappies, but not as big as 10” while giggling to herself.

Obviously, my nappy secret was not very secret at all. Jenny now looking at me asked

“Have you got a nappy on your bum?”

“yes he has, why don’t you two go in the garden and play while we have a chat” replied aunty Jill

Jenny and me then went out into her garden and Jenny is doing cart wheels up the garden not even trying to hide her underwear now.

Jenny had her paddling pool setup and while initially we were playing on the swings, we then went for a paddle and little splashes turned into a full on water fight. We were both soaked head to foot but laughing our heads off. Aunty Jill came out while we were playing.

“Your mom has just had to nip out for something she will be back in a bit.” Me and Jenny went up the garden to sit on the blanket and have the biscuits and drinks brought out for us. Aunty Jill persuaded us to take off our wet clothes so she could hang them up to dry on the washing line, so we are now just sitting there in our nappies.

“who needs their nappy changing” queried Aunty Jill as she pushed her fingers in to feel Jenny’s nappy.

“You’re soaked, is that wee or paddling pool?”

“Paddling pool” said Jenny laughing.

Aunty Jill then slipped Jenny’s nappy and baby pants off before pinning a clean one on her followed by some pink see thru baby pants.

“and you” she said next where she set about changing my nappy too.

One of Jenny’s nappies and I too got pink baby pants.

“Sorry but it is all I have at the moment” but I wasn’t bothered. I was too busy considering what had just happened, I had just had my nappy changed by someone else for the first time that I can remember and it was great. Obviously just another nappy change to aunty Jill but I loved every second of it.

Me and Jenny now in matching nappies, went back down to play on the swing set whilst our clothes dried.

A little while later, mom reappeared. Jenny and I ran up the garden to meet her. She was just taking my T-shirts and shorts off the washing line as they had now dried. She passed me my clothes to get dressed and I said

“I can’t go in this?” pointing at the pink baby pants I was wearing

“I don’t think anybody will be more bothered that it is a girl’s nappy, it is still just a nappy.” As I pulled my shorts up. These were obviously quite good nappies as I could feel the thickness under my shorts and I had a bit of a bulky bum. I was also aware that my shorts were only just long enough to conceal my nappy. Secretly I loved it.

“Just need to nip in to town on the way home” I was told and then we left and jumped into the car. Whilst mom was driving, I felt I needed a wee so just let go. Something on my face must have given me away though as mom asked

“What are you smiling about?”

“nothing, just happy” I replied. Obviously unconvinced and with a hunch, mom did no more that put her hand between my legs and give my nappy a squeeze

“I thought I recognised that face, you’ve just wet your nappy. I can feel it’s still really warm. That is the face you had when you were a baby. You always had a big grin on your face when you used your nappy. I also learnt that the bigger the grin, the bigger the mess, haven’t had that in a while thankfully”

“what do you mean, I only wee in my nappy. I would never do the other.”

“really, we’ll see, it’s a nappy, I expect you will use it as a nappy, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it’s a nappy and that is what nappies are for.” I just sat there considering what mom was saying. “and I’ve changed you enough times before and no doubt will again.” Maybe I was no longer in control of this.

We got into town and I followed mom into the huge Beatties store. We went straight to the ladies clothes and mom was looking at tops, then after trying them on, went to look at shoes. With all the walking, I was trickling wee.

Then we were walking again to a different shop, then back to Beatties and then outside and I felt I was starting to sag, but still felt the need for a big wee, so I told mom

“I need to go to the loo” mom barely breaking stride just smiled

“You’ll be ok, nearly done” then we were in another shop, then another and it just happened. I felt as I flooded my nappy. Not deliberately as I had done before but by complete accident. Mom was aware of everything as ever

“right let’s go and get you changed” and we headed back to Beatties, me now waddling with my bloated nappy.

We headed straight for the children’s section and into babies and toddlers. Mom picked up a large shoulder bag, a full 12 pack of XL nappies with Basil Brush on them and then 3 pairs of XXL childsize Baby Pants. We paid for the shopping, the sales assistant looking at the baby pants and then smiling at me like she knew they were for me, and then we headed for the toilets. Mom just took me straight into the ladies and over to the baby-change area where she hoisted me up on to the counter and lay me down.

“This is not the first time I have done this for you nor the first time we have done it here, but it has been a while” as mom set about changing my nappy. I knew I should be embarrassed but it seemed pointless. Mom had obviously decided this was going to happen today.

“See I told you. I knew I would have to change your nappy” she said smiling at me

The large bag mom had bought, turned out to be specifically a baby changing bag with loads of pockets and a pullout changing pad. Mom put most over the stuff she had bought into the bag leaving out a nappy and a clean pair of baby pants. Mom had me changed in a flash, putting my used nappy into the carrier bag which was then put into a separate section of the baby bag then set about getting me pinned into a clean nappy. I could tell straight away that these were by far the best nappies yet. Clearly like the larger childsize ones I had bought myself but these were both big and thicker. Would my shorts even fit over them. I was getting far more out of this than could ever of imagined.

“How long have you known?” I asked

“What how long have I known you like nappies or how long have I known you were wearing nappies again? I’ve always known you liked wearing nappies as you were always happiest just after I changed you when you were little. Then you were really sad and cried a lot when I stopped putting you in nappies and you asked for them back again, a lot. As for how long have I known you were back in nappies, well that was since I first found you trying to dry the nappies on your radiator. I took yourbath towel off your radiator so I could get it washed and found the nappies beneath. So I’ve been taking the wet nappies everyday and putting clean nappies there so I can then wash and dry the nappies properly. I didn’t want you having to put damp nappies on.”

“why didn’t you say anything”

“because it was something you wanted so I let you explore it yourself. I knew if you wanted me to know, then you’d let me know. Then this morning you were carrying your baby rubbers through the house, not even trying to hide them so I decided you obviously wanted me to know now. We got to aunty Jill’s and you were quite happy running round in a little girls nappy without a care in the world. Now I know, it means I can have my little boy back when he wants it. Like right now, you soaked your nappy, so I took that as you wanting me to change you, so you are getting exactly what you wanted. Am I wrong, or do you want to go back to hiding?”

I jumped down and mom was just settling my baby pants over my nappy and checking that it was all tucked in when the door opened. Two girls walked in and just stopped and stared at me. It was Sarah. Sarah from school. Sarah from my class at school and she just stood staring holding the hand of younger girl. Mom was just pulling my shorts up over my nappy and a lady walked in behind them. I heard her say

“Come on girls, its rude to stare” then the girls went into the stalls.

Mom packed up our stuff and we were out, I was now feeling very self-conscious and not enjoying my new nappies as I had at first.

Monday morning and after breakfast, I’m dressed in underwear and my school uniform. My underwear feels strange, but I have been in nappies continuously since I got home from school on Friday and I can’t remember using an actual toilet all weekend either. I’m still worried about Sarah seeing me in the baby-change area but there is nothing I can do about it.

I get to school and everybody is outside waiting to go in to class when I see Sarah. She is standing in the playground with her friends but staring at me. The same blank look as she had on her face when she was staring at me in the baby-change area. I just had to get on with my day but ever fearful of what Sarah might say to anyone.

I was glad to get home and as I went upstairs to my room to do my homework, there was a nappy and my baby pants lying on my bed ready for me. I was just taking my uniform off as my mom came in and started spreading the nappy out on the bed.

“hup” she said as she spun round and picked me up before landing me in the middle of the nappy. Pants off and nappy pinned on in seconds then my baby pants pulled up over the top and settled into place.

“OK” she said as she walked out of the room. I got my T-shirt and shorts on before going out on my bike for a ride about.

My week went like that now. Wake up, breakfast still in my nappy and PJ’s, shower, dressed, school, home and straight back into my nappy. Mom didn’t even need to ask and just assumed I was now wearing my nappy when not at school. At school. Every time I saw Sarah, she was staring at me. Not a word was said by her or anybody else about nappies so I could only assume that she had not said anything,

On Friday lunchtime in the canteen, I’m walking through the doors and feel a smack on my bum. I stopped and turned round to see Sarah and Emily standing there laughing and my heart sinks.

“Hi” Sarah says to me

“Hi” I return

“can I ask you something” she says

“Of course” I reply

Sarah turns to Emily

“See you in a bit” then takes my elbow and we walk out into the top end of the playground where there is a low all we can sit on and talk in private.

“I saw you in town on Saturday, with your mommy” she said

“I know, I saw you too. With a little girl and your mom”

“yeh, I know, my sister Sally is such a pain. Tell you a secret, she keeps wetting her knickers and mom keeps threatening to put her back in nappies, she’s 7. Can you even imagine that, being 7 and put back in nappies?”

We then sat there chatting for 15 minutes about school and where we lived and what we liked to do. I now knew where Sarah lived and just as the bell rung for next class, Sarah said

“Come round tomorrow to my house in the morning, I need to ask you something.”

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Author: gbab65
Timestamp: Feb 10, 2025 at 3:05 PM
Content: I knew Sarah. I have always known Sarah as she has always been in my class at school. But saying I knew Sarah was way off the mark. We knew each other to say hello to and that was it. We had different friends and lived in different parts of the village and never saw each other outside of school. I didn’t even know she had a sister.

I was scared yet excited to be going to Sarah’s though as I had always liked her. I did not understand why I felt different about Sarah but I knew I wanted to spend time with her and to become her friend or more importantly for her to consider me to be her friend.

As I got up on Saturday morning, I went downstairs still wearing my wet nappy under my PJ’s. Wet nappies in a morning were now normal, I was not even sure if I could stay dry at night anymore so didn’t even try.

I did my normal TV watching followed by breakfast and then my normal morning shower, paying extra attention to being clean as I was going to see Sarah. I dried off and went in to my room to put the towel back on the radiator, no more trying to dry nappies there anymore as mom had put a bucket with a lid in the bathroom which is where I now put my used nappies. I had got my T shirt on and was deliberating pants or nappy. Pants because I wanted to be considered as a potential grown up boyfriend or nappy as that was my normal for out of school. Mom came into my room and just set about getting my nappy pinned on me and baby pants pulled up but seeing the distant look in my eyes said,

“penny for your thoughts?”

“I don’t know whether I should be in pants or a nappy, I’m going to see Sarah and I am scared of what she will say if she sees I’m wearing a nappy”

“who is Sarah?” mom asked

“the girl who saw me in town when you changed me in the girls toilet, well the baby change actually. Sarah is in my class and she saw us. Now Sarah wants me to go and see her at her house and I want to, but I’m scared”

“well, if she has seen you in a nappy already and wants to see more of you, then there is nothing to hide. If it is something that you both want, then there is nothing to be scared of. OK”

And that was it and I was in my nappy. I chose a baggy pair of shorts and put my shoes and socks on then I was out on my bike.

Sarah’s house was only 10 minutes from mine. It was a bigger house than ours with a big gate at the front and a high wall all around the outside, slightly imposing. I opened the gate and went in ensuring the gate was closed behind me. Sarah opened the front door and came out to meet me before I even got to the house.

“Hey you” she said as we met on the drive “I’m so glad you came. I really thought that you were going to chicken out”

“Well, it did cross my mind and I was still considering running right up until I came through the gate”

“Well if you had run then I would have chased and you would not be able to run as fast dressed like that”

“What do you mean”

“You know what I mean, anyway, I’ve got one quick favour to ask. Sally wet the bed last night, again. Mom is a bit annoyed and has followed though with her threat and put a nappy on her. Sally is obviously mortified and is terrified of anybody seeing her or finding out. I told her I had a friend coming this morning and she was inconsolable until I explained that you were the boy we saw in town and she calmed down. So, I promised her you would never say anything about what she is wearing. Come on in and we can go up to the den”

I put my bike against the wall and followed Sarah in.

“Up the stairs and first door on the left” as Sarah ducked into a back room and I heard her tell her mom that her friend was here and were going up to the den. Sarah followed me up the stairs and had a big grin on here face as she opened the door and we went in.

“What” I asked

“I didn’t think you would” she said

“Would what”

“be wearing a nappy today, here, with me”

“eh”

“I can see it, under your shorts. I can see your nappy. But I could tell you had a nappy on as soon as I saw you. The shape of a nappy bulging under your shorts is unmissable.”

“I nearly wasn’t but mom said if you already knew then where’s the problem”

Just then Sally came into the room. She was wearing a long T shirt and blue leggings. The T shirt not long enough to cover her bum and the unmistakable outline of her nappy.

“Hi” she said looking at me quizzically.

“Hi” I replied

“Are you wearing a nappy?” she asked

“Yeh” I said nodding

“Me too” she said grinning

“I know”

“Why” she asked

“Coz I don’t like wet pants when I don’t get to the toilet fast enough”

“and Sarah”

“and Sarah what” I asked

“Sarah’s got a nappy on too” Sally giggled

“Grass” was all Sarah said

“Have you? Really?”

“well sort of, yeh”

“Sort of?” I enquired

“OK, yes. I got one too. Mom was really upset with us this morning and after Sally had woken up in a wet bed. Mom was just annoyed with both of us for playing up and put us both in nappies. If we can keep them dry, then we will be allowed back into underwear.”

“ahh I see and how is that working out?”

“well they are not as bad as I thought. Mom got the idea when she saw you on Saturday. She said if they fit you then they will fit us. It started as just a threat but she lost it this morning when Sally’s bed was wet. she still had the nappies from when we were little as I was a bed wetter quite late and so was Sally. Sally has only been getting dry at night for about a year.”

“How late were you then”

“I was nearly 7 before mom let me go to bed in underwear”

“So you were still in nappies for bed when you first started school”

“school was about the only time I wasn’t in nappies. I was always struggling and quite often wet my knickers walking home from school. Mom just dealt with it by putting my nappy on when I came in, Sally was still in nappies anyway”

“so before today, how long since you last wore a nappy”

“Honestly”

“Yes of course”

“about a week”

“really”

“Yeh, when we saw you in town, Sally and I just ran into the cubicles to hide until you left then mom changed us”

“What, changed you as in changed your nappy”

“Yeh”

“So, you were in town wearing a nappy and your mom changed you”

“Yes, and on the same changing table as you, it was still warm.”

“OK, this is a lot to take in. I was scared you were setting me up and Emily was going to be here, and you were going to make fun of me.”

“haha Emily, no way, never, she’s such a bimbo. I just hang around her so people think I’m smart in comparison. She knows nothing and never will”

“are you really wearing a nappy because I can’t see it and nothing shows.”

“I know, that is why I wear skirts so rude boys can’t look at my knickers”