adult nappies and plastic pants

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.

The experience I remember was spending the day playing at Tom’s house. I guess we were typical 4 year olds, horsing about. Tom, like me would wee in his shorts a little bit as we played because neither of us could be bothered to stop out game. On this occasion it must have gone too far and he suddenly stopped what he was doing, and started giggling at the same time the front of his short darkened as he weed into them until it ran onto the carpet, making a dark wet patch. I was shocked at this act of daring and let some go into my pants too as the pressure built in my bladder too. Sometime later his mum came to find us. She was very glamorous and blond, she excited me even then. She spotted Tom’s soaked shorts and shouted at him to follow her to his room. I followed them , feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. She was really angry, smacking him as she tugged his pants down telling him he was a big baby to wet his pants and the carpet too! She said he should know what happens to big babies and whilst holding him down with one hand to resist Tom’s protests, she reached into the open bedroom drawers and lifted out a towel. As she opened it and folded it I realised it was a nappy. In a single movement she slid it under the struggling boy and pinned it on with a safety pin at each side. She reached up into Tom’s upper drawer where I assumed if it was like my bedroom arrangements his underpants and socks were kept and produced a pair of pants. I starred open mouthed from the bedroom doorway, realising that his mum had actually taken out a pair of plastic baby pants from his underwear drawer. She shook the transparent baby pants out and skillfully fed his feet through the open leg elastics and then pushed them up his thighs, raising his bum and settled the baby panties over his nappy in a single swift action. He lay there resigned to his nappied state, it was obviously not the first time for him. I was shocked when his mum turned to me and called me over telling me my shorts were wet and I must change too. I hesitated but she was not to be messed with and as I walked over to her she said that judging by the state of my wet pants I looked like I needed a nappy and plastic panties too. She referred to them as plastic panties, I think to emphasise how ashamed we should be for two boys our age needing to be put back in baby’s nappies and plastic pants. She repeated it as a direct question that I can still remember, Do you need a nappy too? I blushed deeply because she had seen me watching so closely Tom being nappied; I wanted to say ˜Yes, please can I have a nappy and plastic baby panties too, like Tom, but I couldn’t. Instead I looked down, ashamed and shook my head. She made me lie down and pulled off my wet shorts and pants, tutting as she saw how wet they were too. She raised up to peer into Tim’s drawer and my heart missed a beat as I hoped she would pull out a nappy and pair of waterproof panties, but I was disappointed when she dressed me in a clean pair of his pants and shorts. It was during this visit to Tom’s home that I became aware of the plastic pants around the house. They were drying over the bath on the pull out rail, in the airing cupboard and often if we played outside the washing line would contain a number of white terry towelling nappies and several pairs of plastic baby pants fluttering in the breeze,

heavily incontinent last night, saturated nappy and plastic pants despite booster pad- leaked slightly so a damp bed this morning, washable bed pad saves the mattress again!

plastic incontinence pants drying this morning