The Best Hospital Bedwetting Story Ever!

Summary: I had to go in to the hospital for a procedure, but as a 
chronic bedwetter I had no idea I'd react this way.

Dear Reader:

It will be up to you to decide what parts of the story have been 
embellished, but this much is true: 1) I was in the hospital, 2) I did 
have a huge bedwetting accident, 3) I did cry and suck my thumb in 
front of the nurses, and 4) I did end up in diapers throughout my stay. 
Enjoy!

As I awoke from a deep sleep, I knew it immediately - I had wet the 
bed. No, I had soaked the bed and I knew the feeling and that strong 
familiar smell all too well. I kept hoping that I'd finally outgrown 
this childish behavior, but the hopeless telltale signs were there for 
the world to see. Actually, it wasn't exactly the world that was 
watching, but the young nurse assigned to the night shift who 
definitely knew what had happened. There was a glow in the room from 
the fluorescent light placed in night mode as she stood over me staring 
at my humiliating condition. I had kicked off the blanket as I slept, 
so what was now apparent was that I had made a huge wet spot, which was 
spreading outward from where my butt was located, on to the sheets and 
up my hospital gown. She had come in to take my vitals, but immediately 
realized she had much more to do than she had expected.

I pretended that I was still asleep, hoping she would leave, but it was 
useless and she had no choice but to deal with it, so she gently 
touched my shoulder to get my attention. When our eyes met, mine had 
fear and embarrassment in them, but hers had a soft, motherly look that 
made me immediately relax. "Oh, dear" she said sweetly, "you peed all 
over yourself, but don't worry about it � accidents happen to lots of 
people. Let me call in a little help and we'll get you quickly cleaned 
up." Within seconds of her pushing the nurse call button, another nurse 
came in and witnessed my condition. Again, my face turned bright red as 
the severity of my bedwetting became obvious to two of the prettiest 
nurses I had ever seen. While they began to take care of me with almost 
rehearsed precision, I couldn't help but notice a little grin on their 
faces as they pulled the curtains closed around my bed for privacy. 
They then helped me to get out of bed and stand on the floor, and I 
could tell from their look that knew they were exposing a much wetter 
patient than they had first thought. My wet hospital gown was clinging 
to my body and the odor screamed of someone who was clearly not 
completely potty trained. There was nothing I could say that could make 
any difference. A wet bed can't be undone. Once you've proved you're a 
bedwetter, you're stripped of anything connected to adulthood, so I 
just looked down at the ground like a humiliated little boy, and 
silently waited for them to deal with the situation.

They began to coordinate my care between themselves, as if I wasn't 
even there, which in a strange way made this awful moment almost 
bearable. "I'll take care of the bed" the one nurse said, which gave 
the other one the task of undressing and cleaning me. As she peeled the 
wet hospital gown off my body, I watched as the other nurse pulled off 
and rolled the stinky wet sheets into a ball, only to reveal the 
waterproof mattress that covers all hospital beds. "Better be sure to 
wipe all his pee off the mattress", my nurse said to her coworker. "Got 
it", she responded and then added, "and this is the reason theses 
mattresses are waterproof", at which point they both chuckled at my 
expense. As she left to get dry sheets, the nurse attending to me asked 
her to also bring back items for 'his' sponge bath. Again, with 
movements that only come with experience, it was mere seconds before 
new sheets were being put on the bed and I was standing naked, as my 
young nurse took a sponge and soapy warm water and was wiping the pee 
that I was sleeping in only minutes earlier, off my body. She had me 
spread my legs wide so that she could wash the inside of my thighs and 
as she did so, I saw the other nurse put a rectangular rubberized 
waterproof pad over the mid part of the bed. She noticed my pleading 
look and said softly 'now that we know you're a heavy bedwetter, we 
have to take certain precautions, and this is one of them." I knew she 
was right, but hearing her call me a 'bedwetter', eliminated her seeing 
me as anything but a little boy in a mans body. I knew I had brought 
this on myself and had no choice but to let them do what they needed 
to.

I stood there totally naked with my legs spread and my knees slightly 
bent as she got ready to clean me up.

While some men would think a sponge bath by a beautiful nurse would 
give them a huge erection, between the haziness from the medication and 
the humiliation of what was happening, I was anything but erect. As a 
matter of fact, I looked and felt smaller than I ever had. As if she 
were cleaning a non-private part of my body, the nurse deftly sponged 
my balls and even lifted my penis to clean underneath it. I tried to 
pretend this wasn't happening until I heard her say, "Uh oh". As I 
looked down, she looked up with this apologetic expression and then 
said "I'm going to have to completely shave you in order to get you 
totally clean." I was so stunned I couldn't respond, but it didn't 
matter because she wasn't asking for my permission. This WAS going to 
happen and with the skill of a surgeon, my hair was gone in about 7 
strokes of the razor and my genitals looked like that of a pre-
pubescent boy. She then had me turn around so she could clean off my 
bottom. I saw her smile and nod to the other nurse as she continued to 
do her thorough job of washing me - especially in my crack. It was then 
that the emotional impact of what was happening overwhelmed me and I 
started to tear up. I fought it hard at first, but then a whimper 
escaped and the tears started streaming. It was the only emotion I 
could find to deal with the humiliation, but it said it all to the 
women in the room. Both nurses heard it, and saw my tears falling when 
they looked at me at the same time. Each reacted with motherly 
compassion by telling me that "it's all right, there's no need to cry, 
we do this with all bedwetters and we're almost done, sweetheart". My 
nurse was, indeed almost done, except for drying me off with the 
lightness of a mother patting her baby dry. Embarrassingly, and without 
any restraint, my tears became even more uncontrollable.

As they continued to console me, my eyes lowered to the breast of the 
nurse by my bed and I notice for the first time how large and matronly 
they were. They were almost too large for the size uniform she was 
wearing and her cleavage was so deep I wondered if her bra was pushing 
her tits together. I could also make out the shape of her perky nipples 
as they protruded through her bra and out of her uniform. As I fixated 
on her chest, without any control or forethought, and to my complete 
surprise, my thumb found its way right in to my mouth. Not only was it 
in my mouth, but I was clearly sucking it for comfort as I continued to 
sob. It was if nothing else in the world mattered more at that moment 
than having her nipple or any woman's nipple, in my mouth. I would have 
sold my soul to suck her tit, but I knew my thumb would have to pacify 
me instead. There was nothing sexual about this emotion. It was basic 
and primal and my need to suck was so strong it was if my survival were 
dependant on being able to do it. I should have felt even more self-
conscious, but it was a distant emotion at that point.

I now felt as if I could almost get through this and just wanted back 
in bed, but it was then that I saw my large breasted nurse opening an 
adult disposable diaper and laying it out on the bed. With my thumb 
still embedded in my mouth, my eyes opened wide with the sight of this 
humiliating garment, she smiled, understanding my surprise, but said 
"none of us wants to have to do this again, so let's be responsible and 
get you in a diaper ASAP, before you pee on anything else". It's too 
late to get a doctor to prescribe an external catheter, so it's diapers 
for you tonight." Simultaneously, I heard my nurse putting on a rubber 
glove and as I turned to look back at her, I saw her squeezing 4 inches 
of Desitin from the tube and into her waiting palm. Before I could even 
take my thumb out to say anything, she had put it on my butt and was 
smoothing it over my bottom and in my crack. I reluctantly took my 
thumb out of my mouth and weakly said that I didn't think this was 
called for. "No, sweetie", its diaper rash that's uncalled for and this 
is the best protection for bedwetters like yourself, so I have to put 
it all over your diaper area, whether you like it or not." She started 
to turn my body around as she told me she needed to do my front. The 
other nurse said the bed was ready if she wanted to apply my diaper 
rash ointment with me lying down. She agreed and guided me onto the bed 
as she positioned my bottom over my waiting diaper.

I watched her squeeze another 4 inches of Desitin into her hand as I 
sucked my thumb deeply and naturally, as if everyone my age still 
sucked. She gently spread my legs out and down on either side before 
masterfully covering the front of my diaper area with the smelly 
ointment. I stared at the ceiling as I felt her smooth the ointment all 
over my cock and hairless balls. It felt much more sensitive than 
before she shaved me and I also felt her put a thin layer on the inside 
of my thighs where pee had gone before. I then saw the other nurse 
holding Baby Powder, poised to sprinkle it on me once the other nurse 
finished. As my nurse went to clean herself up, the other came to my 
side of the bed, looked in to my eyes as I sucked my thumb, smiled her 
warm smile, and told me that she was proud of what a good boy I was 
being under such embarrassing and humiliating conditions. Although I 
was old enough to date her, she called me a 'good boy' as if I were a 
patient in the children's wing! Oddly, I welcomed the compliment and it 
made me feel so proud of myself, that I wanted her to continue to be 
proud of me. I smiled at her, and tried to stop crying as I pulled out 
my thumb, thinking I could do it and that it would please her. 
Unfortunately, she could see how difficult it was for me and with 
amazing sensitivity, took my hand and slowly, but purposely, replaced 
my thumb in my mouth, knowing I would suck it in with ease. She dabbed 
my tears with a Kleenex and said, "There, there little man. I 
understand your need to suck and how relaxed it makes you."

The moment had passed and it was on to the work at hand. As her eyes 
descended to my crotch to begin my powdering, mine descended to her 
breasts, and I was again emotionally transported to a beautiful place 
of fantasy. I imagine that she is topless & I am on her lap buried in 
her breasts and able to suck 'to my hearts content', until I'm filled 
with comfort & security. She strokes my hair as she happily gives over 
her tits to me as I hold one with both hands and eagerly suck, until 
I'm completely satisfied. No matter how long it takes, she presses her 
breast into my mouth so firmly that my nose is pushed against her tit.

I was abruptly brought back to reality when I felt her gently 
sprinkling the sweet smelling powder over my cock and balls. As I 
looked down, I saw her lift my tiny penis and smooth some powder 
underneath it with her rubber gloved hand. She looked up at me with a 
big smile and said "it's time to get you protected before you have an 
accident on me! I have two kids in diapers at home, so I'm an expert at 
putting one on so it won't leak � especially given how wet you get". 
With that said, she pulled out a very thick diaper doubler from her 
uniform pocket and placed it over my penis as she aggressively pulled 
the diaper up between my legs and snugly made sure the elastic legbands 
were in my creases. The tapes were positioned and secured in seconds 
and just like every mother, she ran a finger through the diaper 
legbands to make sure the elastic was on the outside. She then rolled 
me to my side to do the same check on my diaper in the back before 
lightly giving my diapered bottom the obligatory pat. "Now we're ready 
for anything that comes out, right baby?" she said, as if pleased with 
her job well done. She looked at me and smiled but never expected a 
response from me, given the thumb buried deep in my mouth. Her calling 
me baby didn't even register and then, as if by instinct, she covered 
me with fresh sheets and snugly tucked me in as if I were one of her 
diapered children.

The other nurse left after taking my vitals and turned out the lights 
so that the glow remained. The nurse sat down on the side of my bed and 
asked if I'd like her to stroke my hair as I fell asleep. I nodded, 
with my thumb seemingly anchored in my mouth, and as she stroked my 
hair, her tits, which now looked more massive than ever, came closer to 
my face than they had been before. I tried hard not to look at them, 
but they were like magnets to me that I couldn't resist. I know she 
sensed the effect they were having on me because the rhythm of my 
sucking increased rapidly and I had to have looked mesmerized. She 
smiled knowingly, and tried to take my focus off her chest by first 
saying firmly to me that "those are not for you', and then told me 
about other bedwetters she had dealt with over the years. I knew she 
was trying to make me feel better, and I felt like I had been reduced 
to a little boy who should feel better at hearing that there were other 
thumbsucking/bedwetting boys in the world. I began to get sleepy as she 
continued to talk and then I heard the side rails of the bed snap into 
place, as if the side rails to a crib were snapping into place.

I awoke to the last nurse I saw before falling asleep coming in to take 
my vitals again. She smiled and said "good morning sleepy head", but I 
could hardly bring myself to look at her as I remembered what we had 
gone through in the middle of the night. "She quietly added "I hope 
you're feeling better after the rough night you just had". I was so 
happy that she was seeing me without my thumb in mouth that I thought 
that maybe I could regain my status as a man and responded with a 
confident "much better, thanks". Those thoughts quickly vanished when I 
saw her place a package on the side table with what I could easily tell 
were adult diapers. I winced when I saw them, but she told me she'd 
place them out of sight so that no one visiting would see them. She 
then said that, in case my thumb got raw from sucking on it, she would 
place a "personal pacifier' in the drawer for me to use. She also added 
that she asked purchasing for the largest size nipple they ordered and 
that she hoped I would find it satisfying. Although I thought this 
crossed the line a bit, she then produced, as if to present me with 
another type of pacifier, a little stuffed bear that probably came from 
the gift shop. "He might help you when you feel sad or scared" she 
said, and placed in next to me in the bed. I felt my lame thought, as 
being perceived as anything but a little boy, disappear. It was then 
that her eyes lit up, and I hoped we were finally going to change the 
subject, when she said, "let's see if I did as good a job with your 
diaper as I do on my kids".

In what seemed as one swift movement, she pulled back the privacy 
curtain and pulled back my sheets to look at the condition of my 
diaper. As soon as she did that, I resigned myself to the humiliation I 
knew I deserved, as I smelled that unique odor of Desitin, Baby Powder 
and lots of stinky pee. It seemed to instantly permeate the room and I 
didn't even have to look down to know what it was that she was seeing. 
"Whoa!, stinky pants" she said, as she gazed at my sodden diaper, "you 
are a big bedwetter! I knew you'd be prone to more accidents, but 
you've filled that diaper sooo much, I'll be surprised if you haven't 
leaked on to the sheets!" That was all I needed to hear, linked with 
once again being in the presence of her big tits, and my thumb went 
straight to my mouth. It felt so good to have it in there, as if I 
hadn't sucked for years, and I felt a renewed sense of calm and 
resignation to my condition.

As I continued to instinctively suck, her expression changed to almost 
one of shyness as she continued to look at my soaked diaper. In an 
instant, I knew what she was seeing, and as a patient with childish 
attributes and my thumb deeply embedded in my mouth, it didn't matter 
to me at all. However, the adult part of me felt a rush of confusion as 
I tried to deal with moment. Trying to desperately break free from the 
confines of a snugly taped, stinky filled diaper, was a raging hard on! 
Its outline was now very obvious and if it hadn't been for the diaper 
doubler, we both knew was covering it, the head of my penis would 
probably have been peeking out. I'm sure, especially it being the first 
thing in the morning, this wasn't a complete surprise to her, but, 
behind her cute little smirk, she seemed to hesitate as if deciding 
what to do about this big baby erection. I, fortunately, only seemed to 
care about sucking my thumb and whatever she wanted to do was just fine 
with me. She asked me if I was uncomfortable, to which I mumbled "I'm a 
little itchy", but I think she may have been asking if my big boner was 
making me uncomfortable. She looked me straight in the eye and said 
"it's probably a combination of having been wet for a few hours and 
being recently shaved". "I'd hate to have you get a diaper rash on my 
watch, but considering your 'condition', I don't feel as comfortable 
changing your diaper as I did in the middle of the night with my co- 
worker. I know a 'good boy' like you can change his own diaper if he 
wants to, so I'll set you up and then stand outside the curtain in case 
you struggle." Once again, she said it in a way that made me want to do 
what she asked, just to make her proud of me, so I reluctantly nodded 
'ok'.

The nurse helped me get out of bed and avoided looking at my droopy 
mess that was straining to drop to the floor. She put a fresh diaper on 
the bed and then told me she'd be right back after she got the Desitin 
and a sponge kit like the one that had been used on me just hours 
earlier. As is often the case in hospitals, she took longer to come 
back than I had expected and as time went on, I became more and more 
overwhelmed by my stinky diaper, and the situation I was in. Like the 
opening of an emotional floodgate, I started crying just as she happily 
came back in saying "here you are, sweetie". She looked at me with a 
bit of an exasperated, but concerned look and asked," What happened, 
honey?" Well one thing that obviously happened was that my erection was 
a thing of the past and it could have shrunken in to any of the folds 
of my diaper, which was now terribly in need of getting attention. Both 
points did not go unnoticed by her and she decided right then, that 
she'd just take care of changing me so that I wouldn't have to go 
through the ordeal of doing it myself.

"Ok, honey", lay down and let's do this fast, since I have other 
patients to attend to today, but you need to stop crying and I'd like 
to see you try and take that thumb out of your mouth. Deal?" I nodded 
and she saw me make a valiant effort to stop crying as I reluctantly 
pulled out my thumb. Her attitude softened as she saw me doing as I was 
told, but then she pulled the pacifier out of the drawer. "Here honey, 
suck on the binky so that your hands can be free to help me". This 
nurse went into a no-nonsense mode and she pushed the binky into my 
mouth as she put a tube of Desitin in one hand a can of powder in the 
other. After putting on her rubber gloves, she pulled the 4 tapes off 
my diaper so fast I could tell she'd done it a million times before. 
With that done, she pulled back the front of my diaper as she scrunched 
it together and told me to lift my butt up and hold it there while she 
pulled out the wet one and put the fresh diaper under me. It happened 
so quickly and professionally that I actually giggled a bit. She said 
"you liked that, huh? Watch this!" At that moment she rolled my wet 
humiliating potty training failure diaper into a ball, took the Desitin 
out of my hand and said "Catch". In the blink of my eye I was holding 
my wet diaper as she pushed my butt down and took the soapy sponge to 
start washing my front side. "Maybe if you hold it, feel it and smell 
it, and get a closer look at how yukky it is, you won't make such a 
mess in the next one."

 She had to press harder than before to get the old Desitin off my pee 
pee, but she was gentle and liked moving this fast. She moved, what was 
now just a tiny cold shriveled penis in the way, around as needed for 
her to do her job, and then re-applied the Desitin in very few strokes 
making sure the shaved areas got extra attention. "Legs in the air, 
mister, and spread 'em" she ordered, and without a second thought I 
freely lifted both legs so she could quickly wash me and apply ointment 
without me having to turn me over. She had put an abundant amount on 
her palm and firmly spread it over my bottom before moving her hand up 
and down my crack. Then in one smooth move, she pulled her hand back as 
she completely cupped my hairless balls and cock with her palm with the 
last glob of the stinky stuff. I was amazed at her abilities but was 
mainly focusing on the soft rubber nipple in mouth as I watched her 
prepare me for my clean diaper. It was as if someone else's diaper was 
being changed, except for the fact that I was still holding on to my 
old one and the smell kept reminding me that it was me who made it this 
way.

"Time to powder you, kiddo", she said as I happily gave her the powder 
I had been instructed to hold and "Keep those legs up so I can make 
sure your freshly cleaned bottom gets a good dusting". I was in the 
most vulnerable position I could have been in as this beautiful nurse 
stood between my legs as I lifted them high in the air for her to 
attend to my diapering needs. She had just washed me and applied 
ointment, after which she had sprinkled baby powder all over my bottom 
and newly shaved cock and balls. My fresh diaper was waiting to be 
pulled between my legs, and I was sucking a pacifier holding my 
disgusting wet diaper, when�."OH, MY GOD", a new nurse walks in as if 
my privacy didn't matter and I was just a newborn being changed. There 
I was, in all my naked glory, stripped of all things adult and all I 
could do was�.cry, again! "Oh, not again!" my nurse says, "get over it 
all ready, you big cry baby! Here, for Gods sake, give me the damn 
binky and put your thumb back in your mouth so you'll shut up and let 
me finish doing what you should have been doing yourself in the first 
place!"

"Please don't get mad at me" I pleaded through my sobs, "it's just 
that�.", "What?! That someone else is seeing you getting your diaper 
changed? Big deal � you're a bedwetter and we all know it! Just suck on 
that nipple and don't say another word" "Ok, ok" the new nurse said 
trying to relax her coworker. "Why don't you go finish your rounds and 
I'll finish diapering him" "Fine" she said, "but it's amazing how much 
more work a little boy in a man's body can be than just dealing with a 
kid. And by the way, this guy wets a lot, so here's a diaper doubler to 
put over his wee wee before he pees all over you." For some reason the 
comment didn't even bother me and the new nurse took the doubler in one 
hand and finished powdering me with the other. She then took her 
coworkers advice and placed the doubler over my 'wee wee' before 
pulling the diaper up between my legs and taping it on securely.

"There" she said, "protected again', but I can see the sheets are damp, 
so why don't you climb out of bed and go stand there in the corner 
while I change the sheets for you." I think she realized I was feeling 
some sort of pride of ownership as I held my stinky diaper tight in on 
hand, and sucked my thumb with the other, because she didn't even try 
to take it from me. I walked to the corner with nothing on but my 
diaper and stood there as I watched her change the sheets. It felt like 
I had more clothing on than I really did and looked down to find that I 
had been put in a large adult diaper rather than a small/medium diaper, 
which is my normal size. The result was a diaper that was too large on 
me and made me look like a little boy overly diapered! The top, non 
absorbent part of the disposable diaper, came up well above my belly 
button and really high in the back, above my waist.

My mind was blissfully blank and I was enjoying the mixture of smells 
in my room, which were exactly that of a baby's nursery, when a group 
of young nursing students started to come in looking to find the nurse 
that was attending to me. My nurse, noticing the group, asked them to 
please wait for a moment before coming in and then turned to me and 
said "let's get you more presentable, shall we?" "I just stood there 
waiting for her to do what she wanted, which was to first to take my 
thumb out of my mouth and replace it with the pacifier. "I think the 
pacifier looks a bit nicer than having your face covered by your hand". 
With one hand now free, she gave me the stuffed bear to hold, which was 
very soft as I pulled it close to my chest. "Very cute" she said as she 
went to pull my wet diaper out of my other hand. "I think you've held 
that stinky diaper long enough. Let's throw it out, shall we?" As she 
went to take it, I pulled it closer to me as if it were a trophy that I 
was being asked to give back. "Wow" she said, "you really are proud of 
what you did in that, aren't you?" I did feel pride, but had no words 
to say to her, so I just looked down. 'Ok, honey, but I HAVE to throw 
it out before I leave."

At this point she told the group of nurse they could come in and about 
8 cute nurses in white uniforms walked in and then stopped dead in 
their tracks as they saw me standing in the corner. My nurse just 
continued to change the sheets as she said that she'd be done in a 
moment and they could then continue their rounds together. What a sight 
I must have been. A grown man naked, except for wearing an oversized 
diaper, standing in the corner of a room wreaking of baby smells, 
sucking a pacifier and holding a stuffed bear and an old wet diaper, as 
if it were the holy grail.

The reactions varied from an outburst of laughing to just a raised 
eyebrows from the nurse in the front of the group. "Ok, girls", my 
nurse said. Let's have some degree of respect for all our patients". 
Five of the nurses who were clearly stifling comments and laughs had to 
leave to avoid the wrath of their superior. Three, however, seemed 
genuinely interested in approaching me and the thing is, none of what 
was happening had any effect on me. I was just me, without any 
pretense, without embarrassment and without any real emotion attached 
to what should have been a truly humiliating experience. It was as if 
the last 9 hours had removed from me any degree of self-consciousness 
and I welcomed the attention I was about to get.

All three girls walked over to me, having first glanced at my diapered 
butt, and then the first girl, who was blonde, cute, but very flat 
chested, asked me what my bears name was. I shrugged my shoulder as I 
contently sucked on the rubber nipple and she smiled quite comfortable 
with my not having an answer. "These sheets are wetter than I thought", 
my nurse said as she continued to prepare my bed and then added "I 
guess the bigger the boy, the bigger the bedwetter". As they stared at 
the huge wet spot, the blonde responded by saying that her brother had 
been a diapered bedwetter until he was 16 and that the smell in this 
room and the stack of diapers and paraphernalia, reminded her of her 
brothers room. I liked hearing that.

The next student nurse who had beautiful brunette hair, a turned up 
nose and a very sexy smile asked me why I was holding a wet diaper so 
tightly. My nurse responded for me by saying "Oddly enough, I think 
he's so pleased with how wet he made it, that he wants to show people" 
and so the sexy nurse looked at me and said "do you want me to see how 
smelly and wet it is, sweetie". Then she added, "You made in it quite a 
bit, so you're a really good boy for having had it on in the first 
place!" I smiled as if agreeing, raised it a little higher for her to 
see it even better and saw her sour expression as she got a whiff of 
it.

The third nurse was looking directly at my new diaper and pointing to 
my crotch, as if wanting to make sure everyone nearby was sure of where 
to look. I followed her direction, as well, and saw the focus of 
everyone's attention, which was the rapid spreading of a small yellow 
spot underneath the diapers outer plastic into a huge display of my 
diaper getting soaked. I didn't even know it was happening, so I 
watched with them, but then I felt that familiar warmth filling my 
crotch and the connection was made. As I smiled at the nice feeling, 
one nurse added that "I can't say I've ever seen anything like this 
before, but with a diaper this big it looks like he's ready for 
anything that comes out".

We were all enjoying the show when my attention got diverted to the 
chest of the black haired nurse. I could make out the lace on her bra 
as I gazed down the v-neck of her uniform. The contour of her large 
tits seemed to fill my eyes as if there were nothing else for me to 
see, and I instinctively let the pacifier fall from my mouth, my bear 
drop from my hand, and let my thumb pop itself back in to where it 
needed to be. One picked up the pacifier, one picked up the bear and 
then they both turned to give them to me, but at that point all they 
saw was me intently and happily engrossed with sucking my thumb with my 
eyes glued to their coworker's breast. There was an awkward moment, but 
not as awkward as the one that followed as I heard the words "Oh, my" 
being uttered from the blonde nurse.

That huge, now filled with pee diaper, was quickly beginning to inch 
outward as an erection was quickly growing. Because the diaper was so 
big, there was room for it to expand outward; making it even more 
obvious than it would be otherwise. At this point, I wasn't even making 
the connection between my sucking and my hard on, but it was so obvious 
that I was filling up my diaper and that I had visually latched on to 
her tits. It was just growing like it had a mind of its own and between 
the warmth of my pee and this raging hard on, I felt pretty darn good. 
One nurse looked at her coworker and said, "it looks like he's wishing 
he could get 'nursed' by a nurse". The nurse whose breasts I was 
fixated on looked at me and said "sorry little man, these are only 
available to big boys". They all laughed as my diaper was pushed out 
from within until my nurse said to me "Ok, honey, I've finished your 
bed. It's time to get rid of that old diaper, focus your attention 
elsewhere and get you to crawl back into bed."

They were all giggling at the obvious effect her breasts had on me, but 
knew it was time for them to leave as my nurse put me back in bed. She 
slowly pulled the stinky diaper out of my hand with two fingers, as if 
it were radioactive and dropped it in the nearby trashcan. I watched it 
as it made a loud plop on the plastic liner in the can and felt a 
little like I had just lost a friend. This wasn't lost on my nurse who 
said, "I'm so sorry, honey, but it has to be thrown away now and 
besides, you're already wearing another wet one", and replaced my empty 
hand with the bear as she led me back to bed. "I sure wished you hadn't 
peed again so fast, but these are absorbent diapers and there's room 
for one more big wetting before you have to get changed again".

"Oh! That reminds me!" she said, and then reached over to a plastic bag 
on the table. I watch as she reached in and pulled out what was a very 
familiar sight � a shiny new pair of adult plastic panties. She said 
she had requested a pair for me to slip over my disposable diaper 'just 
in case' I wasn't changed soon after my next wetting and that all the 
nurses knew I needed more than the usual bedwetter to keep my sheets 
dry. She shook them out in front of her until they were completely 
open. They were so shiny and looked so soft that even my nurse said 
they looked like a nice pair and that they would give me that little 
extra protection that heavy bedwetters need. At that point, she 
stretched out the waistband as she brought it to the floor and said 'in 
you go, baby'. I stepped into them with ease and looked down as she 
slid them up my legs and over my already wet disposable. In an instant, 
the disposable diaper had been swallowed up by my plastic panty and I 
did like the new feeling of being even more protected than before from 
those embarrassing leaks.

She guided me up on to the bed, laid me down and reached under the 
waistband of my panty. She then gave the top of my diaper a little tug 
upwards, as if to make room for the erection that might force my next 
accident out the top and then without a second thought, she grazed the 
inside of my legbands with her finger to make sure they were facing 
out. She told me she really needed to get on with her day as she pulled 
my sheets up and then the side rails. She looked down at me with tender 
compassion and maybe a little pity, but neither emotion really 
registered because I had another bodily function that was distracting 
me. As I looked into her eyes and sucked the sweet saliva off my thumb, 
a familiar sound emerged from deep within my diaper and I exploded a 
huge poop into the back of my diaper. I didn't break my gaze, but the 
muffled sound seemed to really surprise her, and after the realization 
set in, she looked at me, smiled and gently said, "after what you've 
put us through you, you're going to have to stay in this one for 
awhile, young man". I knew she was right and as she left, I have no 
doubt she heard the sound of me beginning to cry.

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What diapers do you wear? Cloth Disposable Multiple Underpants I do not wear diapers
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Are you pantsless at home while in diapers? Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
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