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There were two things about me and my twin brother you should know. Firstly, we've always developed everything at exactly the same time, give or take a few days at the most. And secondly, we both shared the same late nappy development.
That development was as follows: We both got to Pampers Size 6 before we stopped wearing them during the day, which was when we were six, and in Year 2 at school. We weren't teased too much because as it happened, there were about ten people in our class who wore nappies too, some of whom didn't stop until a year or so after us. We continued to wet the bed for another five years. We both stopped wetting our beds just before secondary school. By then, we were wearing Small Attends, and there's still a bag and half of them in my wardrobe, because our Mother doesn't believe in throwing things away!
By this time, Nick and me were 16. The story starts just at the beginning of the Summer Holidays. We'd been at a party to celebrate the end of exams, and we were so knackered when we got home we went straight to our bunk beds. I'd never fallen asleep so fast! I woke up once in the night to go and pee, but slept straight through until ten the next morning. I woke up and got up from my bottom bunk. Nick was still in the top bunk, and he stirred and woke as I was changing.
"Morning," I said.
"My head feels like France is singing in it," he replied, groggily.
"It'll wear off quickly, you didn't drink much more than me."
He climbed off the ladder to face me, saying, "I think I'll go to the toilet, then go back to sleep for... July."
As I looked at him, I commented, "I think you already did."
"Did what?" he asked.
I nodded towards his pyjama trousers, and he looked down to see that his crotch and a large patch surrounding was as soaked as his mattress and sheets must have been. "Oh, shit," he exclaimed, as I started giggling.
"Don't worry about it," I said between laughs, "You'd had a lot of beer, you were a bit drunk and full of liquid."
"So did you, and you didn't wet yourself," he sulked.
"Well I'm very sorry for my perfect body," I joked.
We managed to make the joint effort to hide his accident without Mum finding out, so avoiding any and all fuss she would have made. That night though, he was the one to laugh at me, and three days later, we had both helped each other clean away two sets of wet stuff on every day. On the Thursday, we were both getting dressed for bed, and as I was getting my last pair of pyjamas out of the cupboard, when I uncovered the half-bag of Attends. I looked at them for a minute - a possible solution to our problem. But, sixteen year olds in nappies was an idea I couldn't get my head round yet. I closed the door, and woke up eight hours later, again wet.
After a week of wet beds for the two of us, we had almost gotten caught by Mum, and deodorant was beginning to not cover the pee smell. It was Sunday when I uncovered the nappies again. This time, I sheepishly picked the packet up, and turned to Nick. "Nick?" I asked to get his attention.
"Do you think these'll still fit?" I asked him, and he turned towards me. His face fell slightly when he saw what I was talking about.
He thought for a second before saying, "Worth a try."
Moments later, we had paused between the usual steps of getting undressed and putting on pyjamas to put on our first nappies for five years. Nick was first to try it, and lying on my bed, we quickly recalled the method we had used to change each other's nappies from the ages of four to eleven. "Grab your feet," I said to him. We'd always grabbed our ankles, which lifted our butts off the surface just the right amount to get the nappy under. He grabbed, and I slid the nappy under his butt, bringing the back up to his waste. Pulling the wings out as far as they'd go, I said, "OK, sit," and he put his butt down on to the nappy's back. I held the front and folded it over. I pulled the leg cuffs down under his thighs, and cupped him comfortably and tightly, leaving no room for leakage. Then I pulled out the bottom tabs and fastened them on the plastic surface, followed by the top ones. The nappy was a tight fit on him, but the sticky tabs with the plastic they'd put on the upper front of the nappy held well, and the nappy didn't come off as he walked about the room.
Then I lay down and he put a nappy on me. Being a little thinner, it was an easier fit on me. We both went to bed, and when we woke up, both of our indicator stripes were smudged, meaning we were wet, but our sheets were fine. Relieved, we helped each other out of the nappies. They were both very heavy, and when we scrunched them in to tight balls, they equaled to about the size of the rest of the half used packet of nappies. We threw them in to the trash and went through the same thing for six nights, each of which we were wet, except for one when Nick was dry.
On Saturday, we were putting on our seventh nappies, the second two we'd taken from the last bag we had. Nick was already in a nappy, and he was changing me when our Mum walked in on us. "Tomorrow I'm working late, so you need to..." she tailed off as she noticed that her twins were wearing nappies. "What's going on?" We told her about the fact we'd been wetting our beds for a couple of weeks, and that we'd decided we needed to start using our old nappies from our previous bedwetting. "Then why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Because we thought you'd make a fuss!"
"Of course I would have! This isn't like a wet patch in your underwear, this is fully fledged bedwetting. Look... you get to bed, and we'll talk about this tomorrow. I just came in to tell you I'm working late, so you'll have to get yourselves supper and in bed and everything. Make sure those nappies are on properly, and we'll... uh... we'll sort it out tomorrow."
Nick finished nappying me quickly, and we went to bed angry. We didn't know what 'sort it out' meant. Our mum being a nurse, she's very medical about stuff like this and we expected something like catheters or drugs or even surgery. She'd almost definitely want to take us to a doctor, which scared me because neither of us wanted this to become too widespread knowledge.
Neither of us had a very good sleep, reflected in the large deposit in both of our nappies. Our Mum now knowing that we wore them, we saw no need to continue the getting dressed before breakfast we'd previously been doing. Both of us went downstairs in our pyjamas, boasting a huge bulge that sagged with an unmistakable nappy-like quality. From the look on our Mum's face, we knew she would take a while to adjust to her boys being back in a situation they hadn't been in since they were eleven. "Right," she started as she put plates in front of us, "I'll talk to the urologist about the best thing to do, and I'll also bring a packet of bigger nappies. I think your waist size fits in to Attends' medium. But we'll need to buy our own soon, taking them from the hospital is OK once, but not again."
"OK," we both said. Picking up a piece of toast and putting on her jacket, she headed out of the door.
"See you tomorrow morning!" and she was gone. We ate breakfast in silence for a minute, before Nick broke the silence. "Do you smell something, Dave?"
I sniffed the air. "Uch, yeah. It smells of shit." I shifted my balance on the chair, and feeling what I felt, the source of the smell dawned on me. "Oh, fuck it," I exclaimed.
"What?" Nick said, before It dawned on him. He grabbed my butt and it squished. "Please tell me that was on purpose."
"No. And it was definitely since we got up."
He stood up, and as he did, his own face fell even more, as he discovered his own deposit in the back of his nappy. "God, I think I've done it too."
We went in to the kitchen - the only room where there wasn't any carpet. We took off each others nappies simultaneously, and they dropped messily to the floor. "What does this mean?" I asked.
"I guess it means we shit ourselves now. Which means we probably... yeah, we wet ourselves at day too."
"How do you know we wet?"
He nodded at my dick, which was peeing heavily on to the floor. "Oh, god!" I said, surprised.
"Can't you stop?"
"No!!" I shouted.
We had cleaned ourselves and the floor up, and pinching the end of his dick, Nick rushed upstairs for two new nappies, and we renappied for the day. We were even more worried, obviously. Whatever the doctor said when Mum talked to her, it couldn't have been good. She could have told us to stay in nappies, which meant that if we still had our problem by school, we'd be wearing them in front of our friends. And all the other possibilities still remained, none of which appealed to either of us, short of a one-off miracle cure we could take with bags over our heads.
By nighttime, when we were putting on our night nappies, we'd got about half way through the bag. The nappies being a size or two too small, we changed them liberally in case they burst or leaked.
The next day, Mum talked to us over breakfast again. "Well, the urologist said that with late bedwetters like you two, it's common to have regressions to bedwetting or full-out incontinence. And she said that there's no point in treatment unless it's still a problem when you're eighteen or nineteen."
Nick cut in at this point, "About that... yesterday we kind of figured out that... well... we were... 'going' during the day. Both ways."
She sighed. "Well, that's what she said might happen. So uh... she said that nappies are a good idea. When you stop, you should stay in them for six weeks afterwards. I brought you a new packet, but today, you two need to order new nappies. I've left the nursing supplies catalogue on the table in the living room and filled in the credit card details, so all you need to do is fax the order form off."
She left soon afterwards. We changed in to the bigger nappies that she had brought, which were a great relief to what had been pretty smashed down for a while.
We turned to the incontinence supplies section of the catalogue. On top of the Attends we'd been using since we were nine and the Pampers we had before that, they had the Huggies and Drynites in the baby section, followed by the adult section, full of Tena, Depend, Poise, Celastic, Kolibri, Tender, Kanga and a few others. We looked through the catalogue together, wearing just our nappies. There were pictures of the nappies both on and off people, which we unusually enjoyed looking at. Eventually, we filled out the order form.
We needed one kind of nappy for school that would balance discretion with comfort and capacity. For this, we settled on a monthly order of a hundred and fifty Attends Contours, based on three for every school day each with spares. These were just inserts and didn't have waist bands, so we ordered a few new pairs of Attends' stretchy pants things that held them in place, and were also normal-looking enough for us to change for Games.
Next, we needed a day nappy for wearing around the house and in public where we didn't have tight school trousers making things too obvious. We decided to split this between a thin Tena in our size, which we could wear when we needed to be really discreet, and Attends Special Cares, which were thicker, but still discreet and good if we needed to go for a while without a change. We got a hundred and twenty of each, based on the possibility we might need two of each a day for both of us. Of course we wouldn't, but having both brands would probably balance each other out so we'd have enough plus spares.
Finally, we needed night nappies. These could be as thick as possible because our bedwetting and messing was heavy now, and no-one would see our nappies when they were under duvets with us. We would need one a day each, but occasionally we got up in the night to change ourselves if we had heavily wet, so we got enough for a few extra, making eighty of Tender's Night Nappies.
When we added it all up, we were pretty guilty about starting up a bill of an extra œ450 monthly to our mum's bank balance, but it was under the œ500 she'd told us to expect to spend, and she said that she'd probably be able to get a pretty hefty discount from various places. We added a changing table, wipes, talc, disposal bags and pail to the order and sent the fax off.
The order was due to come on the first Saturday of every month, and we were pretty desperate for the first one. We'd used up the last of the leftover Attends two days earlier, and Mum had us wearing our old bath towels. We couldn't go out or even move very far, they were so huge and uncomfortable. She even made us wrap ourselves in saran wrap to stop them leaking. By the time the truck rolled up, we were walking around in soaked towels with a sticky mess at the back. We smelled, and we were uncomfortable. So we signed for the package and ran out to help the guy bring the boxes in. And with the little carts he had, we got them inside between the three of us within one journey and no-one seeing us.
Mum let us get on with setting up the stuff by ourselves, so we set up the changing table first, which came flat-packed. It was up inside twenty minutes, and we helped each other out of the horrible towel nappies. At the request of our Mum, they went straight in to the pail, being too dirty and old to be worth keeping.
We then opened the package of Attends Special Care, and nappied each other on the table. It was way, way more comfortable than getting changed on the bed or floor like we had been. The special large wipes worked much easier to clean each other up, and the special covers for the table meant that it didn't matter as much if we wet during changes on the bed or the floor.
Once we were nappied, we surveyed the situation. There were almost twenty bags of nappies, but the table being adult-sized had lots and lots of storage. The night nappies went in one of the drawers perfectly. The Contours we decided to stack on one of the shelves, and a few of the day nappies went on the shelf, with the bags that were left stored in one of the cupboards. The other cupboard was for the pail, and the last drawer held all the accessories, like the wipes, talc, spare covers, bags and pants for the contours.
By this time, I had really begun to think about my feelings about this. When we first started having problems, I didn't mention nappies because I thought it would be too weird. But when we started wearing them, I was just relieved to have found something to control my bedwetting. But when we were looking through the catalogue, at the pictures of models in nappies, and choosing the kinds we were going to wear, I actually caught myself enjoying it, and I think Nick was too. It was in no way sexual, but getting nappied by my brother was getting increasingly comfortable and I felt that getting out of nappies was something that I wouldn't be able to bear. The risk of getting found out at school was becoming just a part of a new lifestyle that I was enjoying. The internet had this lifestyle pegged as the choice of many (except a lot of them also wanted to be like babies, which I didn't like), and it looked like I had it lucky because my nappies were here because I had a problem, and many people wore them without any other reason than that they wanted to. Some people didn't even have nappies despite their desperation for them. I guessed I was lucky. And the fact that I was luckier than most of these people made any anxiety about how weird I am fall away. But the fact that I hadn't talked about this with my brother worried me because I was definitely weird if he didn't feel the same way, because we had always felt the same about everything.
But for the time being, talking to Nick was something I didn't think was a good idea until I could be sure I could cope with any outcome, even if that was never.
The biggest worry about nappies was that we might get found out at school, but there was also the definite fact that anyone who came to our house would see a changing table stacked with nappies in our bedroom. But we didn't think it would be too big a deal, because most of our friends were the same ones I told you about that still wore nappies and wet the bed around the same times we did. As far as we knew though, they all were out of nappies by now.
As a test subject, we chose the friend who was out of them last. That was Joe, who stopped wearing day nappies when he was seven, and night nappies when he was thirteen, making him only three years nappyless. We invited him to sleep over one weekend, and as he arrived through the front door, we prepared him as we ascended the stair case. "Look Joe," said Nick, "Do you remember how we all used to wear nappies very late?"
"How could I forget?" he replied.
"Well," Nick continued, "Us two really did stop wearing them when we said, but recently, we had a sort of... regression, and well... you'll see."
He opened the door and walked in. Joe followed and I brought up the rear. When I entered, Joe was in the middle of the room, staring at the changing table stacked with nappies. Me and Nick surveyed his expression, which started of startled, then contemplative, and finally... amused?
Shit, I thought. He thought we were weird. Within ten minutes he would have called everyone he knew and more besides to tell them that two new babies had appeared in the neighbourhood.
"What's so funny?" Nick asked, with a hint of the worry I was felling in his voice.
"Nothing, it's just... well, uh... I still wet the bed too!" We both breathed a sigh of relief and broke smiles. "Yeah, when I was thirteen, my parents said it would be a good idea to tell everyone that I stopped, after some guy found out and had a huge go at me." As he was saying this, he was unzipping his night bag and from a secret pocket at the back pulled out his Drynite for the sleepover.
Between laughs and sighs of relief, I said, "Yeah, well we started bedwetting a few weeks ago, and a while after we started wetting and messing our pants too. So we have to wear these all day now."
"Oh, cool. I thought this was rather a lot of nappies for two bedwetters."
"Yeah," Nick said, "Uh, these are for bed, but these are for daytime and these are for school."
"So," he asked, "You two are wearing nappies right now?" We nodded and dropped our pants to reveal my Attends and Nick's Tena. "Wow," he said, walking over to me and feeling the side of the nappy. "So do you... hate it?"
I shrugged and Nick spoke, "No, they're actually so comfortable."
The balloon of anxiety over whether or not Nick liked the nappies as much as I did deflated a lot. "Yeah, they are. I kind of really like them." I said.
Nick smiled and nodded as if he understood exactly what I was talking about, and the balloon released yet more tension.
"Really?" asked Joe, "Because I always liked wearing them too. Actually, I kept on wetting the nappies on purpose and only stopped when everyone else seemed to be because I didn't want to be too weird. My bedwetting is still accidental though. These Drynites are OK, but I've always wanted to get back in to proper nappies. I had them a while ago, but as soon as Huggies brought out the Extra Large Drynites, my parents started buying them."
"I was exactly the same!" said Nick, "I always like the nappies and when you stopped using them, Dave, I had to stop too."
"Really?" I asked, "I mean I never liked them before and I stopped because I was ready. But recently, I've started to love these nappies." And as the others smiled, the balloon popped in to shards of rubber happiness.
"Well since we're all in the same boat, do you mind if I put this on now?" Joe asked. He pulled off his pants and tugged on the Drynite. "I really need to go and this is much more fun than the toilet I had planned on my way here."
"No wait!" shouted Nick.
"What?" he asked. "Come on, I really need to go!"
"Hold on a minute," he said.
"What's wrong, Nick?" I asked.
"I don't think friends should let friends use pull-ups, they're so... degrading! We should put you in a proper nappy."
"Oh, cool!" Joe said.
"Get on the table," I said. Joe got himself up on the table and we stood either side of him. Nick ripped the pull-up at the seams and put it in the bin with disgust.
"What should we try him on first?" Nick asked.
"Well the contours aren't really good enough, they're just for school. It's day, so it should be one of the daytime nappies, but the nighttime Tenders are much more comfortable and thick."
"Sounds good to me," Joe said.
I took one of the night nappies out of the drawer, and Nick grabbed the sides of his butt and lifted him. I unfolded the nappy out and slid it under. "OK, put him down." I folded it tight over the front of his waste, and Nick taped him in. The nappy fit him well, him being about the same size. Then there we were, three teenagers in shirts and nappies. The rest of the sleepover was just like any other normal sleepover, with the added feature of changing each others nappies once in the evening, again for bed and then in the morning. We sent Joe home wearing a Tena, and with all the nappies that would fit in his bag we could spare. At least if the rest of the world rejected Nick & Dave in nappies, we'd have one kindred spirit. And I finally knew that Nick shared my love for this new life in nappies. In fact he had been pining for it since we were out of nappies in the first place. Which made me wonder if nappies were what was filling the hole I had been feeling since I was eleven.
Summer holidays were nearly over, and we still hadn't been on vacation. As had been planned for a while, me, my brother and Mum would join Joe and his sister and parents on holiday. Splitting the cost between us on a nurse's wage, and his parents on their rather hefty wages, we had a room for his parents, a room for my mum, one for Jessica (Joe's brother) and one to share between Joe and us twins. Jessica was thrilled to have a whole hotel room to herself, her being in college and having spent most of the last year in a dorm with god- knows-how-many 'Hormone bags' as she called them. The 'Nappy Three' was just looking forward to spending a lot of time wearing and playing with nappies, especially Joe who still only wore them mostly at nights at home. Recently his parents had agreed to buy him Attends Special Care to replace the Drynites that were beginning to grow too small and had started to 'leak', the leakage being part of a master plan he was devising.
This master plan was something that we were proud to be part of. So far, he had got past phase 1, which was wetting himself unless he had a toilet brake every two hours, which meant his parents asked him to wear his Drynites during long journeys as well as to bed. Phase 2 was getting these Drynites to become real nappies, and phase 3 was to begin on the way to Euro Tunnel.
All three of us were in nappies in the boot of Joe's parents' Land Rover. It was one of those with seats in the back. Nappy changes were to take place if either me or Nick took a shit, and the dirty nappies to be sealed tight. This was obviously to avoid unpleasant smells, something Joe's parents did not particularly enjoy. When in the cue to get on to the tunnel, Jessica said, "Uh, can you two check yourselves, because there's quite a smell now."
I said, "Oh, sorry. I guess we've just gotten used to it. But uh... I don't think it's me. Nick, do you want to get on the changing mat?"
"Sorry, it's not me either. Maybe it's coming through the air conditioning from one of the other cars," he suggested.
"Can't be," said Joe's Dad, "It's set on circulate, it's not taking air from the outside. Joe have you used your nappy?"
"I told you Dad," Joe replied, "The nappy is only for accidents, if I need to go, I'll use the toilet." Then he nudged me with his foot: the signal.
"Actually, Joe, the smell does seem to be coming from your direction." I reached for his trousers and pulling back the waste looked down to see the blue lines smudged and a pungent smell coming from his behind. It was, of course, a purposeful shit, but the plan was to make everyone think that Joe was rapidly becoming even more incontinent. "Yeah, it's definitely you mate. What happened?"
"Oh no!" he feigned tragedy, "I didn't even realise I was doing anything."
There was a little pause, "Well, don't worry about it now Joey," his Mum piped in, "You just need a change. There's a changing room in the toilets over there, why don't you three all go and freshen up." This was an unprecedented opportunity to talk without the rest hearing, which we eagerly took. Nick picked the nappy bag up from under his seat and all three of us jumped out of the back door. The car wouldn't be moving any time soon, it was virtually parked, so we had a while. All three of us went in to the door on the toilet block with the picture of the baby in a nappy on, not caring about any stared we might have gotten from going in such a place without a baby or toddler.
We were lucky to find the room empty. The changing tables were set up on long, deep shelves against the walls with mirrors, little hoses and a Pamper vending machine in the corner. Joe and Nick popped up on to tables. Nick started changing himself and I helped Joe with his messy nappy. (Usually, Nick and me changed each other and Joe changed himself or waited for one of us to do it. But if Joe was messy, one of us did ourselves and the other prioritised him before he changed the person who changed him.) I took his trousers off and carefully untaped his nappy, cupping as much of the shit as I could in the nappy before throwing it in the bin. Then I turned him on to his front and used one of the clever hoses to clean him down. "That went as well as could be expected," smiled Joe and I cleaned him down. "I think they bought it OK."
"Yeah, they sure did. I think that by the time we get home you should have your nappies back all day, as long as everything goes according to the plan," said Nick.
"Here's hoping," replied Joe as I taped a new Tena on to his butt. "Hey, I have an idea."
"What?" I asked as we swapped and I got on the changing table.
"Well, in France, we won't be seen by anyone we know. And kids are never embarrassed to be seen in nappies especially in hot weather, and other people aren't embarrassed to be seen in swim suits or shorts. So, I think just because we have nappies and not that stuff, we shouldn't hide it."
"So you're saying," I asked as my slightly used nappy was dropped in the bin, "That we should just walk around in our nappies all the time?"
"Not necessarily. Just if we want to, or if it's hot and stuff. I think it'll be cool."
Me and Nick nodded in interested agreement, and began to get quite excited about the adventures we could have in nappies in France.
We arrived at the hotel on France's north coast after an hour of driving once we'd got off the train. Eager French boys who responded to 'Garcon' carried our luggage and nappy bag to our room. It was a double-twin room with baby facilities, but no cot. Me and Nick had the double bed, and Joe the single. The bathroom had a changing table, not the size we were used to, but still just big enough to get one of us on. There were some free bottles of lotion and talc, some wipes and sample bags of Pampers, Huggies and a nappy I hadn't heard of called Peaudouce, but even though they were all they extra large version none of them fit us. We unpacked the few nappies left in our nappy bag and the two bags of Tender and Three of Tena we had brought with us.
Then we went exploring the hotel. The coolest thing we found was a pool! We immediately went back for our swimming stuff, and got passes from reception. There was a sign marked 'Babies' but I couldn't understand it. Wondering if they had any special rules for nappies, I asked the guy on the pool's reception desk, "Excuse me, but what do babies have to do in the pool?"
"The uh, babies must use the uh, training wings for the swimming, and cannot go in with out a big.. uh, adult."
"OK, and um... what about nappies?"
"Excuse me, but uh, what is a nappies?"
"Umm," I replied, "Diapers? Pampers..." He shrugged. I sighed and pulled down my trousers to point at the Tena. "Nappies," I gestured.
"Oh, les couches," he realised, obviously straining to remain a respectful hotelier in the face of a teenager wearing 'un couche'. "Not in the pool, I'm sorry. You wear special couches for swimming that you get from uh, reception."
"OK, thank you," I said. That was the first time I experimented with Joe's idea of not being embarrassed in nappies and it felt great. I went back to Joe and Nick. "He said that you can't wear these in the pool. They have swimming nappies in the reception."
We all went to the main desk. Nick asked in French much better than mine, "Excuse me, can I have three swim nappies please?"
"Yes, sir. What size?"
"Thirty-Two inch waists."
"Thirty-Two? I'm not sure we have nappies that big, we only stock them for babies and toddlers."
"Can you check please?" The receptionist called on the phone and spoke too quickly for me to translate.
"Apparently we can get you some. They will be sent to the pool as soon as possible." After saying his thanks, we went back to the pool where I picked up the three nappies from the courier. We went in to one of the changing rooms. The nappies were made of cloth with rubber on the outside and small strings. It took a while but we worked out how to get them on. The front was small and went over the penis to the waist. The back wings met at the same point and velcroed together. Then the strings tightened the nappy with a knot and then a strap with a kind of rubber buckle added final strength. After putting the nappies on, we swam for a while. Then, continuing the policy of non-embarrassment, we walked the seven corridors and two flights of stairs to our room, ignoring the people watching the three teens wearing nothing but swim nappies, and carrying a disposable nappy and set of clothes each.
During the vacation, we continued the plan to get Joe back in to nappies. He'd taken a dump in the car by accident, which was a good start but as far as they knew, it was a one-off. At breakfast the second day, he told his parents that he'd woken up with his nappy wet and messy for the second time in a row. He could only wear day nappies when his parents weren't around or in the car, so at this time he didn't have one on. And when we stood up from breakfast to go to our bedroom, his parents observed the wet stream that ran from a pool over his crotch and down both his legs. Feigning oblivity, he was about to walk off as if everything was normal, when his Mum stopped him and in a hushed voice, "Joey, you've wet yourself!"
Looking down and 'realising' she was right, he whined, "Oh, no!"
"Never mind, just... uh, get to your room as fast as you can and change your trousers."
We all left and he changed in to a nappy for the upcoming car journey and new trousers. About ten minutes later, Jessica knocked on our door. "Joe, what's going on with you?"
"I dunno!" he lied, "I guess I might just be regressing to when I used to wear nappies. It's not that uncommon, that's what happened to these guys."
"Yeah, well when you left, Mum, Dad and Helen started talking about that and she said that's probably what's happening. Helen told them about what the doctor at the hospital said about wearing nappies and they agreed that you should start wearing nappies too all the time if you have too many more accidents. So watch out!"
"Oh, man. It's not like it's my fault, why should I have to wear nappies?"
"Come on, Joey, it's a solution not a punishment," she said.
"I guess..." he replied. She left and he continued, "And what a solution!!" with a huge smile on his face. We all celebrated the fact that it shouldn't take too long to get Joe in to nappies 24/7.
We all got in to the car a while afterwards to drive to a castle our parents wanted to visit. Joe was wearing his traveling nappy, which he made sure to wet and mess as much as he could. When we got to the castle, his Mum said, "OK, Joe, you go and find a toilet so you know where it is, then you can take your nappy off."
"Uh, is that a good idea?" he asked, "I mean even if I know where it is, the last few times I've gone in a nappy or wet myself I didn't know I was doing it."
"Well... It's up to you. We'll meet you back at the car at one for lunch, you just do whatever it is you think you have to stop yourself wetting your pants again."
Our parents left and we were on our own, all in dirty nappies and with no wish to visit the various historical curiosities of any boring castle. "I'll get the changing mat. Who's first?" asked Nick.
"Me please. I like these nappies but this master plan can get awfully sticky on a hot day in a hot car."
As Joe began to drop his trousers, I stopped him, "Wait a second. Remember the pact? Babies and toddlers wouldn't hide in a car to get their nappies changed. We should probably get into the open air. This place has a courtyard where families sit, I'm sure we won't be the only ones getting nappy changes."
There were stomach-butterflies and questioning looks, but the eventual consensus was to do it. Grabbing the nappy bag - a small sports bag in which we carried twelve nappies, a pack of Pampers' disposable changing mats, and wipes and things - we walked in to the castle, where indeed the courtyard was full of about fifty families, so much so we were lucky to find a place to sit (and lie). And, indeed, there were at least ten families with babies and toddlers who were hot enough to wear just their nappies, some with shirts, and there were two who were currently undergoing nappy changes, who we soon joined. Nick laid out a changing mat for Joe, who took off his trousers and lay down on the mat. Usually, two or even all three of us would change our nappies at the same time, but this was a golden opportunity to show ourselves off, and we wanted to abuse it. Once Nick and me had taken off our trousers, we kneeled down and changed his nappy together. People were staring in shock, some in amusement, some in disgust, some in amazement. We didn't care - we just loved the attention. We each untaped one side of his nappy and Nick cupped the majority of his shit in it and handed it to me. As I rolled it up and bagged it, Nick turned him over and wiped off the rest with a wipe. Once he was clean, we turned him over and put on a fresh nappy. Then the same was repeated for Nick then finally for me, and until lunch time, we sunbathed. I was wearing just the nappy and my trainers, the rest of my clothes on a pile, as was Joe. Nick wore a vest on top of his nappy.
At lunchtime, on their way to meet us at the car, our parents and Jessica met us on the courtyard instead. "Are you sure you three want to make it so obvious you're wearing nappies?" asked Jessica.
"We shouldn't be embarrassed," shrugged Nick, "It's not any of our faults we're in nappies."
"And anyway," said Joe, "This place is full of people showing their nappies."
"Yeah, but you're the only ones above six who are," said our Mum, looking at a group of toddlers playing in Pampers and Huggies.
"Don't worry, Mum," I said, "We're OK for the time being." I smiled.
"So you decided to keep the nappy on, Joey?" asked his Mum.
"Well, it's not the same nappy, but yeah. Good thing I did too, the one I took off just before you got here was the heaviest I can remember." This was a lie, of course, he hadn't had a change since we got there.
"Did you use it on purpose or was it another accident?" she asked.
"I told you, I don't do it on purpose in nappies." She and his Dad exchanged glances, and clearly marked off another tally in their minds. Shouldn't be too many more accidents until they asked him to remain in nappies.
The day before we were supposed to leave for England, we went to a huge amusements park. The night before, Nick and his brain had a flash of inspiration. "Hey, Joe."
"What?" he asked.
"These rides are pretty scary, and definitely the kind of thing that you'd be expected to wet yourself on."
"Yeah, I thought of that. It's a good excuse to wear nappies all day."
"No, that's not what I was thinking," Nick said.
"Why not? It's the perfect opportunity."
"Yeah, but.. Well, your parents thinking what they think about you now will want you in nappies anyway. So I'm thinking if you tell them that you don't think you need to wear them while you're there, they might insist. And if you play your cards right, they might bring up the thing about wearing them all the time."
A flash of mischief and satisfaction ran across his face. The next morning at breakfast, it happened.
"Joey, make sure you take plenty of nappies today."
"Actually Mum, I fell pretty good today, I don't think I'll wear them. You said it was up to me yesterday."
"Yes but yesterday we went to a castle. Today you're going on rides that'll turn you upside down three times and then spin you around. You'll almost certainly wet yourself." It was working.
"No, that's OK. I think it'll just be Nick and Dave in nappies today."
"Look, Joe, this is silly. Yesterday, you didn't mind wearing nappies in front of God knows how many people, and today you're refusing to wear them where you'll definitely need them."
"I'd just rather not today."
"Look, Joe," said his Dad, "Me and your Mum weren't going to bring this up yet, but we think that if you have one more accident in or out of nappies, it will be time for you to wear them all the time until you grow back out of it."
"What? Yesterday you said it was up to me."
"Well, there's nothing we can do to make you, but one more accident and we'll start ordering you nappies for the whole day. The rule will be that if you don't wear them, you will pay for dry cleaning on all the clothes you were wearing when you wet or mess them."
"I guess you're right," he said. His plan was to act angry, but the jubilation he had inside cancelled it out. He was one step away from it. The last one would have to be good.
We were about to leave for the park, and everyone was in the car. Joe was not wearing a nappy. He had wet the bed at night - which he was still doing as a bedwetter and not a DL - meaning that he had had to drink and eat a lot to make sure that the grand finale was as grand as he could make it. We were half way on to the motorway when he did it.
He nodded towards the two of us, then moving his legs to a comfortable position, he took a huge dump. Just as the smell began to travel, he wet himself too, which was my cue. "Joe, look out you're wetting yourself!" I shouted with mock surprise.
"Oh Joey!" came the cry from his mother.
"Is that smell you too?" asked Jessica.
"I think it is actually," said Joe, "Sorry."
"It's not your fault Joey. But remember what we said this morning."
"Yeah, I know."
His Dad turned in to a service station, and Joe, me, Nick and his Mum walked in. He had no choice but to wear the wet and dirty trousers in there, until we put a nappy on him, a nappy which heralded the first of many thousand that would go on him in a row. He would never have to use the toilet again.
There was a week left of summer holidays before we had to go back to school after the vacation in France. Joe used up all of his nighttime nappy order five times as fast as usual, and with perfect timing, his new monthly order came in just as he was finishing up his last nappy. His order was for two bags of Depend Overnights for nighttime, eighty Attends Contours like ours for school, and a box of a hundred Attends special care for days. Having never stopped wearing nappies, at least at night, he still had his baby changing table, hidden in his own en suite bathroom which we had by chance never been in. We started hanging out with each other a lot more, as we all had proof that the rest of our friends were definitely out of nappies and might not understand if we told any of them, even if we let them think it was all a medical thing (and it really still was for me and Nick).
During that week, we spent most of our time together with our nappies exposed. On the last day before school, we all tried the Contours under our uniforms to make sure they were inconspicuous. We even found out that the proper strap-ons were hidden, too, but we stuck with the contours, partly because when we changed for games, being seen in the underwear-simulating Contour Stretchy Pants was a lot better than being seen in full out nappies.
We went through the rest of secondary school without being found out. Nick and me went to the urologist soon after our 18th birthday. We were lucky to catch her on a difficult and long day, meaning after finding we weren't experiencing problems from the nappies and that we had no other symptoms, she didn't bother to make any more tests or change our status, only giving us another appointment in three years' time. Joe was taken to a private hospital, but luckily had developed incontinence, continence being pretty useless if you were in nappies 24/7, and he refused the catheters and stoma bags on the basis of 'infections'.
All three of us hired a really cool apartment that we could live in on our own terms when we went to university. We had the toilet taken out, and specially made adult sized nappy equipment put in. A huge changing table stood between two huge wardrobes full of not clothes but many different kinds of nappies. My life had gone from an emptiness I didn't even know I had when I was sixteen, to a full and enriched nappy life that returned from a hiatus it had taken since I was eleven. Yay.
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