Gary

	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 task 
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 go 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 jokingly 
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 made my purchase and was about to 
leave when 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 first 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 sister 
agreed to keep my secret safe for me.
	I was at this point wearing a nappy pretty well all the time 
apart from when I was at school. I would come in from school and 
immediately put a nappy on whilst I was getting changed. I would then 
change my nappy whilst getting ready for bed and then take it off in a 
morning when I had my shower before school. I used to wash my nappies 
and rubbers in the shower as I was washing myself and then hide them on 
the radiator under my bath towels. By the time I got home after school, 
I found they were always clean and dry by using this method. My PJ's 
were always big enough to hide my tight fitting nappies and so I was 
quite willing to walk round the house dressed like that. In bed at 
night I would usually take my PJ's off and sleep just in my nappy as I 
used to get really hot.
	My nightly ritual was that I would pull the covers back off 
myself and massage myself through my nappy until I came and then just 
lie there and wet as well before slipping straight into a deep sleep. 
Quite often I would fall asleep with covers down but always found that 
I had managed to pull the covers up by the next morning when my mom 
came in to wake me.
	One night I had got into bed wearing just my nappy and rubbers. I 
had massaged myself until I came and was lying there wetting myself 
just drifting off to sleep when my mom came into my room. I just lay 
there frozen with fear and decided it best to pretend to be asleep. I 
felt as my mom came in and tucked the edges of my nappy back into my 
rubbers and then pull the covers over me. I was still wetting my nappy 
whilst she had been watching.
	After this occasion, now that I realised that my mom knew, I 
started being a lot more daring in my nappy wearing. I started to wear 
more bulky nappies under my running shorts during the day whilst 
hanging around at home, knowing full well that my nappy was quite 
visible. Quite often I would lie on the settee watching TV in a 
deliberate position such that my nappy was on full show under my 
shorts, but still my mom never said a word.
	One weekend I was in the house on my own, I was watching TV and 
had just filled my nappy when mom came home unexpectedly. I knew that I 
had gone too far now and was going to get it, when mom just turned 
round to me as casual as you like and said she wanted me to go 
somewhere with her but it smelled like I needed to go and change my 
nappy first.
	I just stood shocked at what she had just said. My mom just 
smiled and asked who I thought had been washing and drying my nappies 
for me. She said that she didn't mind as I obviously needed them to 
keep the bed dry at night but she would like me to see the doctor. The 
doctor referred me to see a sexual psychologist who told me straight 
that she had never heard of anything like this before. She 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 carried on 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 nappy 
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.