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Hi my name is Tim. My brother John is seventeen years old and is a senior in High School. We grew up in an upper- middle class section of town. My parents pretty much gave us anything we wanted or at least within reason.
One morning I woke up in a wet bed. I was a little concerned over having wetting my bed.
I dismissed it as being a one- time incident. I changed the wet sheets with some clean sheets and threw the wet ones in the wash. The next morning I woke up again in a very wet bed. For the next several days I tried hiding the fact that I was wetting the bed again. I changed my sheets on a daily basis and washed them myself. My Mother was wondering why I was washing my sheets myself, since normally she did all the wash.
I made my bed and thought to myself that I would take care if it when I returned from school. After school my mother asked if she could speak to me. I was scared that she had found out about my bedwetting. She asked me if I was having trouble at night. She told me that she found the wet sheets on my bed this morning and asked me how long has this been going on. Later on that night as I was getting ready for bed, my Mother came into my bedroom and told me that she had something that would help me with my bedwetting. She brought in a pair of thick underwear. She told me that they were bedwetting pants and handed them to me.
I examined the pair of underwear, which was lot thicker and had a plasticized-nylon outer-covering. It looked like training pants you see on toddlers. She said to me that these bed wetter pants would protect the bed from any more accidents. I asked her where she had got these pants from and she told me that John wore these to bed every night due to his bed wetting until the age of fourteen.
I had no idea that my brother wet the bed, let alone wore these bedwetting pants to bed every night. I was embarrassed at the thought of wearing these pants, but I thought to myself that it would be better than waking up Teen diapers stories cold wet sheets. I put the bed wetting pants on under my pajamas and they were a little more bulky than my jockey shorts. The next morning I woke up with my bed wetting pants soaking wet along with my sheets being wet. She told me to take them off and get ready for school.
For the next couple of nights I had to wear my thick bedwetting pants to sleep and every morning I woke up wet and with my sheets wet. She even tried using the Goodnites on me, but I Teen diapers stories woke up with wet sheets to deal with. My Mother took me to a doctor to see if there was anything that he could do to stop my bedwetting or explain why that I had started to wet my bed at my age. He explained that a lot of boys my age experience bedwetting again and that it should go away in time. We returned home from the doctors office and told me that she had some errands to run.
That afternoon I played Nintendo and was unaware of what my mother was shopping for. She returned home with several big bags with groceries and a couple of bags from a Home Health Care Co. Upon my bedtime, My Mother asked me to come into her room; she wanted to discuss something with me.
No one outside this family will know that you have to wear diapers to bed. But until your bed wetting stops, you are going to have to wear these diapers and plastic pants to bed every night. For the first time since I was three years old, my mother was going to diaper me for bedtime.
She placed the thick soft white cotton diapers underneath my butt and pulled them up in place and pinned the together by two large diaper pins. Then she pulled the teen-size plastic pants over my night diapers and helped me put on my pajamas over the shameful cloth diapers and plastic pants.
I looked like a toddler then a teenager that I was.
As I walked out of my Parents' bedroom, my brother John noticed that my pajamas were on the bulky side and padded me on the rear end. My father walked into my bedroom to tell me good night. He sat on the edge of my bed tucking in the sheets and blankets and said to me. Several weeks went by and every morning my parents would always come into my room and pull down my pajamas and stick their hand inside my plastic pants, only to find thoroughly soaked diapers.
By now I was getting used to being diapered at night by my parents and felt very comfortable in my night diapers.
Since my bed wetting was going on and I had to wear diapers at night, having friends sleeping over came to a halt. I did not want any of my friends to find out that I wet Teen diapers stories bed and wore diapers. Brad asked me why the sudden change and I told him that I was really busy at home, especially with final exams coming up. He bought the story and told me that once school got out, I should sleep over at his house or he could come over and stay at my house.
One afternoon, Brad and I were playing down by the creek, when all of sudden I wet my pants. Brad just laughed with me as I got out of the creek dripping wet. I thought to myself, heck what was going on, I Teen diapers stories had a daytime accident and luckily Brad never suspected that I had wet my jeans.
I figured that I must have been caught up in the playing I forgot to go to the bathroom. Well I got away it with it. They never suspected that I had an accident in my pants. I asked mom who would diaper me and she said that she had asked John to take care of it for tonight. After watching TV, I went into my room to get ready for bed. John followed me in my bedroom and told me to lie down. I did has he instructed in which he took off my jeans, shirt, underwear and socks.
He went over to my diaper drawer and pulled out a thick cloth diaper and some diaper pins. He asked me to lift my butt up in which he slid my thick night diaper underneath me. As he pinned the diapers together he asked me how it felt wearing diapers again. John took a pair of frosty white plastic pants out of the diaper drawer and proceeded to put them over my thick night diapers.
Are you having a problem in the daytime as well? You might want to wear one during the day, so that way if you did have an accident, no one would notice. I think you better tell them what is going on with you. The next day was Saturday and we were all cleaning out the garage, then like the days before I had an accident in front of my parents. There I was standing in front of them in very wet pants. Saturday night came to a close, I was diapered for the night.
Sunday came and gone and I went to school the next day with Brad, wondering if I was going to have a daytime accident at school. During the rest of the week went by and I only had two daytime accidents, but I managed to cover them up, but I was suspecting that Brad was on to me. He seemed to buy that story, but I knew that he still questioned what was happening. Since you and Brad are such good friends I told her that would be no problem if Brad stayed with us.
Brad came over to my house around 5pm carrying an overnight bag. He placed his bag inside my room. We played Nintendo until dinner time. During dinner, my parents informed us that we were going to the Mall of America tomorrow. I rushed into to the bathroom, but only to find that it was too late.
My mother came into the bathroom, knowing something was wrong and saw that I had wet my pants. I think we should return to the doctor on Monday to see if there is anything wrong with you. Go to your room and change quickly. After the movie, my mom told us that we should think about getting to bed, as tomorrow will be a full day. Brad asked if he could use the bathroom first and I said go ahead.Teen diapers stories
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