Name: Gary
Ages: 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

	My first sensual experience that I can still recall 
vividly was when I was about 7. I was playing with my 
older brother and sister. We were playing doctors and 
nurses and we had decided that I would be a baby and I 
had put a nappy on inside my pants whilst we played, when 
a little while later, our mother then called for us to 
come downstairs for our tea. Now obviously at this point 
in our parent's lives, things were fairly stressed with 
four young children and the slightest thing could easily 
result in an unprovoked verbal assault on any of us. I 
decided it best to quickly remove the nappy from under my 
trousers by pulling it out. Although I did not understand 
at the time, the terry nappy rubbing over my genitals as 
I pulled it out aroused me. As I child with a baby 
brother, we were asked at times to help such as taking 
wet nappies upstairs to the bathroom. I always found this 
extremely distasteful and would avoid the chore wherever 
possible.
	There were several younger children who lived in our 
street, who played outside with us some of whom some were 
still in nappies and as you all know, in the early 70's 
nappies were big bulky things that were on show to 
everybody. Somewhere around this time, I started to 
wonder what it was like to wear a dirty nappy and started 
private experiments by lining my pants with toilet paper 
and poohing myself. This progressed to the point where I 
got hold of a proper nappy and nappy pins, I used that 
lined with toilet paper instead. I then went on to making 
improvised waterproof pants by using carrier bags with 
corners cut off and it was at this point that I started 
wetting my nappy as well.
	I realised that I needed some baby rubbers to over 
my nappy to do it properly. I had seen in the village 
wool shop that they sold them, so I finally plucked up 
the courage to go and buy a pair. I went into the shop 
and asked the lady behind the counter for a pair of baby 
rubbers. She asked me what size I needed. I had not 
thought about this one so quickly told her that they were 
for my two year old cousin and she gave me a pair of size 
medium. I paid for them then got out quickly. I then 
immediately went home and tried them on. Fortunately I 
wasn't very big and they just about fit over my nappy, 
but at least they were nice and tight. My nappy wetting 
then became my main obsession.
	On one occasion when I was 11, I had decided to 
cycle into the next village to get my baby pants so at 
least I stood a better chance of not knowing anybody. I 
had seen through the window that they sold baby pants, so 
I walked into the shop and asked for two pairs of large. 
The lady was just serving me when my mates sister Sue 
appeared from round the back of the store, she saw what I 
was buying and asked if they were for me. I made some 
lame excuse about running an errand for my mom when a 
little girl of about 3, who was also in the shop asked if 
my mommy had a baby. I said that she didn't but my Aunty 
who was visiting did and she needed them for him. Sue 
took over the sale and asked how old the baby was, I told 
her that he was nearly four to which she replied that I 
would be needing a larger pair, she then showed me some 
extra large baby pants called Kintal and said that these 
were really good for older boys. I then quickly made my 
purchase and was about to get out as fast a!
	s I could but not before Sue whispered in my ear. 
She told me to look at the back of the little girls 
shorts which I did, she then pointed out how you could 
see that her nappy was just visible below the line of her 
shorts which it was. Sue then went on to say that she 
could see my nappy under my shorts in the same way, but 
my secret was safe with her. Fortunately Sue was a bit 
older than me and already left school, I didn't see her 
again for a long time after but it was still the fist 
time that I ever got caught.
	One day when my sister and I were out on a cycle 
ride, she commented that there were wet patches at the 
back of my legs so we stopped and she then noticed that 
my trousers were very bulky and soon figured that I was 
wearing a nappy which was obviously wet. My mom then 
found my secret stash as well and she confronted me about 
what was going on and we went to see our local GP. He 
referred me to see a sexual psychologist who told me 
straight that she had never heard of anything like this 
before and tried me on relaxation therapy and asked me to 
think of nasty things every time I masturbated in a nappy 
and then to think of nice things when I masturbated over 
girlie mags. I went to see this psychologist regularly 
for about three months; even wearing my nappy on some 
visits, but decided to stop, as it was making no 
difference to my nappy regime. My mom agreed with my 
decision and said she would see how I went on, as she did 
not really think it would be a problem until I was about 
!
	20 and by that point I would probably have grown out 
of the habit anyway.
	Now that my mom new about my nappies and we had been 
to see the doctors, she was a bit more relaxed about it 
and allowed me to wear them and even helped me by washing 
my nappies for me. My mom always new when I was wearing a 
nappy but never got involved with it. All through this 
period of my life I never really had a proper girlfriend, 
as I was always a very shy person.
	In the summer of that year we went to Canada to see 
my Aunt and Uncle and that was going to involve a 6-hour 
flight. By this time, the only time that I wasn't wearing 
a nappy was when I was at school and my mom knew this as 
well. She came up with a plan on what we were going to 
do. She told my brothers and sister that I had a problem 
with my wetting and that I would have to wear a nappy at 
times in order to get better. This now meant that I could 
openly wear my nappies around the house and also I could 
take them on holiday with us. Mom told she that we would 
have to go shopping for some special things for me before 
we went away.
	On the morning that we were leaving my mom came into 
my room and woke me up. She then pulled the covers back 
and told me to lift up whilst slid a changing pad under 
me. She then took my rubbers and wet nappy off and took 
me into the bathroom and proceeded to give me a good 
thorough cleaning. Whilst she was doing this she told me 
that whilst we were away, that she would look after my 
nappy changes for me. She then told me to get out of the 
bath and she dried me off with a big towel. Next she took 
me back in to my bedroom and she was carrying a big blue 
bag that looked like a big handbag. Once in my bedroom 
she got me to lie back down on the pad and she pulled out 
a clean nappy from her bag and proceeded to pin it on me, 
followed by a new pair of baby pants which were much 
bigger than I had been getting myself and fit me easily. 
After that she then told me to finish getting dressed 
into the clothes that she had left out for me. Once I was 
dressed, I went downstairs to have my !
	breakfast and then we were off.
	When we got to the airport, we were all really 
excited, as it was the first time that any of us had ever 
been on an aeroplane. We had to wait for about two hours 
before we finally got on to the plane, naturally I had 
already wet my nappy several times by this point, that 
said when we did finally take off I wet again with all 
the excitement.
	About two hours into the flight, my brothers and 
sister had already been to the toilet when my mom got up 
with her big blue bag and told me to come with her. We 
went off down towards the back of the plane and into one 
of the toilets. Mom sat down on the toilet seat lid and 
pulled my trousers down to check my nappy. Rightly so she 
had guessed that I was wet and pulled my rubbers down and 
unpinned my that which she put inside a small polythene 
bag from a dispenser roll on the wall. Mom then wiped me 
down with a wet tissue and rubbed some baby lotion around 
my bottom and between my legs. Mom then pulled out a 
white rectangle thing covered in plastic from another 
dispenser and opened it up, she told me it was a 
disposable nappy and its what they use in Canada. Mom 
then pulled it up between my legs and fastened it shut 
with some tapes on either side. It made a funny crinkling 
noise whenever I moved but it felt quite comfy. I pulled 
my rubbers back up over my nappy and then pulled!
	 my trousers up as well, you could still tell that I 
was wearing a nappy but not so obvious as my terry 
nappies.
	In Canada was just great. My uncle and aunt had 
three children, two boys, Simon and David and the 
youngest was a girl called Sammy and she was nearly 5. We 
said our hellos and took our bags in and then sorted out 
the sleeping arrangements. They lived in quite a big 
house with a lot of smallish bedrooms, but even so, my 
mom told me that I would be sharing with Sammy. It soon 
became obvious why as Sammy was also wearing nappies 
24/7.
	Sammy and I got on really well together once we had 
each discovered what we had in common. I soon found out 
that her toilet habits were just as deliberate as mine 
and we both had great fun just being babies as we put it. 
I spent the whole two weeks just wetting and messing as I 
felt like it, with either my mom or my aunty changing me 
as required.
	When I was 19 my life changed following an accident 
that left me unconscious for three weeks and in hospital 
for three months. After I had been discharged, I found 
myself in a wheelchair for about 3 months. It was at this 
point that I realised nappies and rubbers were also very 
convenient and I was back to wearing them 24/7. Mom did 
not mind, as she was just pleased to have me home. My bed 
was moved downstairs into the lounge so that I did not 
have to try and negotiate the staircase because I was 
still very weak and my leg and arm were both in castes. 
Mom even arranged for a nurse to come in and get me 
washed and changed each morning, whilst she was at work.
	It was whilst I was in my wheelchair that I met up 
with and old girlfriend and we had a second brief 
relationship. She used to push me round some of the local 
pubs and I would easily get drunk. I had no worries about 
toilet issues, as she always made sure that I had on 
clean and thick nappies before taking me out. She would 
tease me endlessly, in private, about the bulge in my 
trousers and always had her hand in there playing with me 
whenever she got the chance. She would milk me dry on a 
regular basis and usually several times a night.
	I suddenly found that I was a very confident person, 
overconfident even and was soon leaving a trail of ex-
girlfriends behind me. I was always very careful to keep 
my baby life very secret. Then I met the girl who made my 
head spin and after we had been together for about two 
months I decided to tell her of my secret life. She was 
not at all impressed by what I told her and she finished 
our relationship about a month later. I went through a 
period of depression following her departure and spent 
most of my time staring at my beer. Then this girl in the 
pub started giving me lifts home and we got to chat about 
everything, she was a nanny who looked after three 
children aged between 1 and 3. On some occasions we 
stopped in deserted parts of town to have sex as purely a 
physical thing as neither of us were in a relationship. I 
was only wearing my nappies occasionally at this point 
and without even thinking one night we stopped for sex. 
We started all the normal kissing and cuddling with me 
not really thinking about what was about to happen, when 
she put her hands down between my legs and found my 
nappy. Undaunted by this she asked if baby needed his 
nappy changing. I was mortified but she carried on and 
had sex with me, then afterwards she pulled a clean nappy 
out of her bag pinned it on me and took me home. We 
carried on like this for about 4 months until I met 
somebody else.
	3 months later when that relationship went down the 
tubes due to lack of comprehension and understanding, I 
went back to my understanding casual sex partner. I went 
on like this for three years and about 7 relationships 
until I get engaged to somebody else who said she 
understood me and didn't mind my wearing nappies. That is 
until she got pregnant and met somebody else and that 
relationship went spiraling down the tubes followed 
quickly by an abortion. Again I went back to my 
understanding casual sex partner and we moved in 
together. That lasted 3 days and she went back home 
because she couldn't handle the extra driving of where we 
had moved to and I have never seen her since.
	Then I met my current partner, I told her all about 
myself from day one. She is three years older than me and 
a divorcee with a couple of disastrous relationships 
behind her. At first she was happy to help and did 
everything she could, even changing my nappy as needed. 
She never liked me soiling my nappies and asked me stop 
doing that which I did. We were soon engaged and went on 
holiday together camping in Wales. She let me wear 
nappies the whole time we were away and as I hate public 
toilets, she said I could use my nappy as I wished 
provided I changed myself straight away. Our annual 
camping trips have gone on like this ever since. I will 
wear a nappy 24/7 whilst we are on holiday and use it for 
everything, provided that I don't embarrass her. This 
means that I wet whenever I feel like it but only mess 
when I can go and deal with it straight away.
	We have lots of friends who know that I wear 
nappies, one couple in particular couple that live by the 
sea with their now 12 year old daughter and 3-year-old 
son. On one occasion, I had taken the little boy to the 
beach by ourselves. I had received strict instructions to 
take his shoes and socks off if he wanted to go paddling 
which I did. He was soon splashing about in the water up 
to his knees and a couple of waves caught him up to waist 
height. I had been paddling with him and found a hidden 
trench in the sand which I stumbled into up to my waist 
height as well. We were not overly upset by these 
incidents and soon decided to return home, both pleased 
with the fun that we had. As we walked back down the 
drive of his house my wife and his mom were both in the 
front garden and both saw us and burst into hysterics. 
Unbeknown to me, we both had waterlogged nappies that 
were hanging nearly round our knees, even the casual 
observer could see that we were both wearing very wet 
nappies.
	It was at this point in the little boys life that he 
was just working out what to do with clothes. He would 
sit there in a morning as his mom dressed him saying 
"trousers on", "socks on", "shirt on" and whatever else 
he was being dressed in. On one morning he walked in on 
me as I was just getting dressed and he saw me lying on 
the bed. He then started his familiar chant with "Gary's 
nappy on" as I pinned my terry nappy around my waist, 
"Gary's pants on" as I pulled my rubbers up over my nappy 
and he then went to describe every other item of clothing 
that I was wearing.
	The following day it was raining really heavily and 
I had taken the daughter and her father into town and 
dropped them off. When I got back, in the time it took me 
to get out of the car and into the house, I got 
completely soaked. Our friend casually told me to take my 
wet clothes so that she could dry them for me. I tried to 
object but she pointed out everybody knew I was wearing 
nappy anyway so what was the problem. I was soon stripped 
down to just my nappy without another word.

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