adult nappies and plastic pants

polyurethane plastic pants are much cooler and more comfortable in hot weather

good weather for drying laundry today

Note- the clear plastic pants which were quite rare back then, most of the ones I wore were the milky white on the left. The clear plastic panties were super soft and sensual to the touch, they did nothing to hide a wet nappy

the care home staff recommended this woman would benefit from being put in nappies and waterproof plastic pants due to her heavy incontinence. Note the disposable bed wetting sheet protecting her bed that had required frequent changing prior to the introduction of incontinence products

It all happened very quickly in almost one action, but my recollection of this is first nappying as a youngster was unforgettable. Tim’s mum found clean trousers that were just about big enough to accommodate the added bulk of our nappies and we carried on playing in the lounge while she attended to the wet bedroom carpet. It was so exciting knowing I was wearing nappies and plastic pants, just like a toddler. I wanted to touch the lovely soft PVC of my pants under my trousers, but wasn’t sure if it would be OK, It wasn’t long before our small bladders were filled up from our drink of squash earlier and Tom said for me to watch him He pulled down his trousers and I heard a hiss of his wee and saw the front of his nappy turn yellow and darken as he filled his nappy. I could see the wee pool momentarily in his see-through plastic pants before the thirsty fluffy nappy soaked up the excess. He told me it was my turn and I couldn’t wait, my pee was already gushing into my nappy as I tugged my pants down to let him see me use my nappy. It felt wonderful, the feeling of pleasure of my bladder releasing and the warm feeling of my pee spreading across the front of my nappy inside my plastic pants. Afterwards sitting playing in a saturated wet nappy was unforgettable. Tom’s mum came to find us later on to tell me I was going home soon and I should come and get changed. She had washed and dried my wet shorts and underpants and led me to the bathroom. She made me lay on the bathmat and tugged my shorts down to reveal my plastic baby pants covering my nappy. She slid her finger into the leg elastic and tutted saying I had a very wet nappy, she teased me asking if she should send me home to my mum in a clean nappy and plastic panties. My plastic pants were pulled off and she tossed then into the linen basket. As she unpinned my nappy she said, What a wet boy you are today, your nappy is soaked. The nappy was tossed in the bathtub and I was washed and allowed to put my clean pants and shorts on. Then it was Tom’s turn; his mum was sterner with him and I loved watching her pull his shorts down to show his transparent baby pants that did nothing to hide the saturated state of his nappies. He was washed with a flannel and I expected him to be put in dry pants and shorts like me, but his mum reached behind her saying, Not so fast you man, and she opened up a pair of white underpants. But they weren’t like normal boy’s pants I was familiar with. I stood really close so had a great view. When she opened the underpants up inside was white cloth like a nappy, but outside they were covered in PVC, they were like absorbent nappy pants with plastic baby pants on the outside to make them waterproof. She said she didn’t trust Tom so he would wear his trainer pants for the time being. She pulled the plastic underpants up his legs and just so wanted to be in those trainer pants. I knew he would be wetting them in a matter of minutes. You wouldn’t believe how disappointed I was to go home. While we waited for my lift I could clearly see the lovely trainer pants above the waist of his shorts.

There was no younger brother, or sister, just an older sister so they were obviously all belonged to Tom. I felt so jealous that my friend was obviously routinely nappied at night and was often put into nappies as a punishment during the day. On another visit to play at Tom’s we were playing at daring each other to wee a little in out pants again. I should qualify that it was normal for me to have a damp patch on the front of my shorts and my mum used to tease me about it. This was just a small patch. We would try to wait as long as possible to go to the loo until our bladders were bursting, it became like a challenge. Tom being the sort of lad he was would always push the limits. I wet my pants and he collapsed giggling when he saw my shorts were a bit damp with the tell-tale dark patch. Not to be out-done he stood up and must have let a small gush go which made be start giggling too, that led me to let some more wee go in my pants, they were still just damp, not soaking or anything. The pressure built and built as the squash we had drunk earlier worked its way through. It was a strange feeling that I experienced, but it was very pleasant when suddenly I realised my bladder had let go and I wet uncontrollably into my shorts and pants , Tom looked surprised and then just followed suit and we sat on his bedroom carpet peeing our pants completely. Well to say his mum was cross when she found out about us was an understatement, She dragged Tom to the bathroom to strip off his wet clothes. Then back to his bedroom; I was told to go and take off my wet shorts and pants too. I peered round the bedroom door as before as she took a terry nappy from the bottom drawer, folded it and pinned it on Tom saying that boys who act like big babies will be treated like babies. The nappy was followed by a pair of plastic baby panties. I suddenly realised that whilst this was all going on, I edged into the room, I guess to get a better view and it was pretty obvious I was starring. Tom’s mum turned to me with a questioning look as if to ask, Do you want a nappy too? She reached out as if to get me a pair of clean underpants from Tim’s drawer, but I was shocked when her hand went to the bottom drawer and produced a nappy which was quickly folded and I was made to lie down on the soft terry towelling fabric. I can still recall that mixture of panic and excitement, I really couldn’t believe what was happening. She drew the nappy up between my legs with open nappy pins between her red lipstick coated lips. I could tell she was cross with both of us as I had contributed to the mess, so I lay there not daring to object or struggle. The nappy was pinned on tight and then, oh yes, then she reached into the top drawer retrieving a pair of white plastic baby panties! I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest as she shook out the pants told me to raise my legs and slid one foot and then the other through the leg holes. I could smell the baby smell of the plastic panties and the rooshed plastic gather around the leg holes felt amazing as they slid up my thighs. I instinctively raised my bum for her to push the panties up over my nappy.