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My Mom said, from now on young man, you will wear these baby pants to bed each night.


About Me :

Age       : 18

D.O.B.    : 30 September 1978

Height    : 5'8"

Weight    : 155lbs

Grade     : 12

Hair      : Blond

Eyes      : Blue

Sexuality : Straight

Location  : USA


Here is my story for those who are interested...


My name is Steven and I am a 18 year old male and still bedwet. My earliest recollections of bedwetting were when I was 8 years old. From age 8 through age 13 I wet the bed almost every night and had absolutely no control to stop it.

My mom almost exclusively handled my bedwetting. I was required to sleep ontop of a very noisy plastic sheet that crinkled and cracked with but the slightest movement. The plastic sheet was a constant reminder to me of my chronic bedwetting problem and also a symbol of prolonged babyhood.

I was also required to wear diapers to bed. At different times I was made to wear youth sized disposable diapers and other times mom had me wearing thick cloth pull-on style bedwetter pants with plastic pants overtop. I didn't much like wearing diapers during these ages as I found them to be a constant source of shame and humiliation. Only babies wore diapers and bedwet, so I thought I must still be a baby!


A Visit to the Doctors!


As a fourth grader and 10 years old, an incident happened that I will never forget. One afternoon, my mom came to the principals office and had me excused from the rest of classes that day. I didn't know what was up at the time, but she decided to take me to the to have my chronic bedwetting problem diagnosed.

Upon arriving at the doctors office, I was instructed by the nurse to strip off all my clothing including underpants and put on the paper bathrobe she handed me. After a complete examination of my private area, the doctor had several pictures taken with me under the x-ray machine. After the x-rays, I was told to put my clothes back on and my mom drove me home.

A few days later my mom met the doctor again privately and she later told me that the good news was the doctor had found there was nothing medically wrong with me that could explain the bedwetting. The bad news was that we would have to deal with the problem until I matured.

After a few days past, my mom tried a few things to try and get me to stop the nightly bedwetting. I'm almost certain now that the technique she tried on me was advice she had received from our doctor. Anyway, one night while I was fast asleep my mom came into my room and tried waking me up to take me to the bathroom so I could use the toilet. Still in a dream like state and half asleep I was marched into the bathroom. Thank goodness no lights were turned on!

Mom helped me lower my night diapers to around my ankles and then had me lean over the toilet as she poured a glass of cold water over my little boy thing. The water trick was to try and make me pee and learn to do it at the toilet and not while in bed!

She followed this same ritual for a couple of months and on some nights the cold water would make me piss, but on many occasions nothing at all would come out. After a few minutes of trying, my night pants were pulled back up around my waist and I was led back to my room and tucked into bed. Regardless of whether I had been able to pee in the toilet or not, the next morning would arrive and the results would usually be the same. Another WET BED!!!


Super Large Baby Pants


As time went on, it was clear Mom was getting quite frustrated with my bedwetting habit. One evening while I was brushing my teeth before bed, I remember my mom bringing a super large pair of waterproof plastic pants into the bathroom. At the time, I was only wearing a T-shirt and a thickly padded pair of cotton pull-on style bedwetter pants.

Mom held the plastic pants in front of my face and stretched the waistband wide open while saying, "From now on young man, you will wear these baby pants to bed each night." I clearly remember the complete shame and humiliation of this scene as she made me step into the plastic pants one leg opening at a time. As my mom started to leave the room she uttered one more hard to swallow sentence, "And I better not catch you out of your plastic pants during the night young man."

More than anything else having to do with bedwetting, having to wear those shameful plastic pants was always the ultimate badge of infancy! On that hot summer night and after having been humiliated in such a manner, I reluctantly got into bed clad only in my padded night diapers and newly acquired plastic baby pants. I found the waterproof pants to be most uncomfortable as the elastic at the waist and leg openings gripped my skin very tightly.

Not only were the plastic pants noisy, but they became even more unbearable as the night went on. Since there was no air movement inside this tightly sealed envelope, steam would built up and the cotton diaper pants would become moist and soggy all by themselves even without my usual wettings.


Teased by Sister for Wetting the Bed


When I was 11, I recall playing outside one day near my sister Patty. She is 2 1/2 years older and has always been much to mature for her bedwetting baby brother. On this particular day, I was doing my usual horsing around and was apparently aggravating Patti to no end. She tried to make it clear to me that she wanted to be left alone with her friend Kelly, and I was not invited!

I must have pushed her to hard as Patty suddenly got furious with me and went on a wild rampage. She turned to Kelly and said mockingly, "Did you know that my brother Stevie still Wets the Bed?"

I couldn't believe my ears and at that moment felt about 2 feet tall. My face immediately turned bright red and I felt enormous shame and at that moment wanted to crawl into the deepest hole I could find. Patty and Kelly laughed mockingly at me as I quickly removed myself from the area. I went off by myself and remember crying for some time. My sister had teased me about my bedwetting before, but never had she done it publicly that I knew of.

I knew that Kelly would always look upon me as a baby after that and I wondered how much more curious she might become about my little problem. Would Patty divulge all my bedwetter secrets and tell Kelly how I still wore diapers to bed and slept on a plastic sheet as well? These questions continually filled my mind that afternoon.


A Junior High School Retreat Weekend


On one occasion, our seventh grade class went on a retreat weekend. Our class was coed and they split the boys and girls into two groups and each group was sent to a different retreat site that Friday afternoon.

I had never before attended any overnights like this because at this age I was wetting the bed on average 5 times per week. I pleaded with my mom to excuse me from this trip but she said it would be good for me and gave me no choice but to attend. She packed two disposable diapers in my gym bag, one for Friday and Saturday night. In addition, she packed a pair of plastic pants just so I would have a little more protection. I didn't like the disposable diapers because they made alot of noise when I rolled around in bed and it would be obvious to everyone that I was wearing diapers. Still, I didn't really have much of a choice.

When we arrived at the retreat site, our leader separated the 30 or more boys into two groups. Group one got cabin A, and group two got cabin B. I was assigned to group B, and we were told to go to our cabins, choose a bunk, make our beds, and leave our belongings in our rooms. After that we would all go back to the main hall for orientation. The idea of sleeping in a cabin with other boys my own age was not high on my priority list. If I was ever discovered wearing diapers I would never hear the end of it and would become the laughing stock of the class. Fortunately, when we got to our cabin I was able to secure one of the lower bunk beds. After making up our beds we went to the main hall for orientation and did not arrive back at our cabin until after 10:00 P.M. I made sure to pass on accepting a soda with our snack that evening as I wanted to do everything possible to have a dry night.

After the lights went out I had to stay up an extra 1/2 hour just to make sure everyone else was asleep. I slipped my hand deep into my gym bag and retrieved the diaper and plastic pants and put them on. With diapers secured and plastic pants in place I could finally go to sleep and just hope that this would be one of my few dry nights! I was elated the next morning when I awoke dry and without a bedwetting incident. Only one more night to go and I would be home free.

Saturday's activities were very rigorous. The retreat directors kept the program moving along at a fast pace. We had enough free time for exploring the woods and even built a large bonfire that evening. I still made sure not to drink too much before bedtime. My last soda was around 7:00 P.M. When it was bedtime, I used the bathroom and was able to piss in the toilet which made me feel pretty good.

At bedtime I followed the same ritual as on the previous night and once diapered fell asleep quickly. To my horror I was awaken before sunrise to a fully saturated wet diaper. Unfortunately my diapers leaked and the plastic pants did nothing to prevent the overflow from wetting the sheets and mattress pad below. If my classmates ever found out about this I would never hear the end of it.! As I removed my wet diaper and plastic pants and put them into a plastic bag, I lay ontop the wet sheets wondering how I would be able to keep it all a secret.

I slipped on a dry T-shirt and underpants and layed on the dry section of the mattress. When the other boys got up and started to dress I did the same but kept my covers pulled up so that no one would see the wet spots on the sheets. When it came time for everyone to remove their sheets for the trip back home, I waited until the last possible moment and stuffed the dampened sheets into my gym bag as well. I was the last one out of the cabin and as I left I looked back at the mattress pad and could plainly see the wet spot I had left behind from my bedwetting episode. At least my classmates didn't find out about my secret problem this time.



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