My name is David.

When I was born I was the baby of the family, I had two elder brothers who were 6 and 10 years older and I was very much treated as the baby.

I was slow to grow out of nappies and was still in them aged 4 but gradually by the time I went to primary school I was only wearing them at night.

That didn’t stop me from having the occasional daytime accident.

Aged 8 I was sent to boarding school but was not reliably dry at night.

I well remember the red rubber sheet that stayed on my bed and the invariably wet sheets and pyjamas I had to change in the morning.

Things gradually got better but I was not reliably dry at night until about 17.

My mother insisted on me always having a rubber sheet on my bed as even then there was the occasional accident.

I suppose I felt safe with the rubber sheet as when I left home I found myself putting one on the bed myself.

Time passed and by 25 I had found the girl of my dreams, Helen, and we got married.

By this time I was fairly reliable at night and disposed of my rubber sheet though every time I went home I found one on my bed.

Unbeknown to me, my mother had had a quiet word with my fiancée and had asked if she knew that she was marrying a bedwetter.

She went on to explain that she really ought to put a mattress protector on our bed when we were married, just in case.

My fiancée didn’t mention this to me but I did notice she had put a plastic cover on the mattress but thought no more of it.

All went well but then by about 30 I started having the odd accident at night.

My wife was very understanding but one morning she got really angry after I had wet the bed again.

At this point I was given two alternatives, either move to the spare room and wash your own sheets or wear nappies every night.

I couldn’t face the thought of the spare room so I had to agree to nappies.

Within the next day or two a large box was delivered with 6 towelling nappies, nappy pins and plastic pants.

From then on she put me in nappies every night.

I got resigned to this and gradually came to like the security they gave me.

It was however quite embarrassing twice a week to see my nappies and plastic pants drying on the clothes line in the garden.

One summer’s day our German next door neighbour Heidi was invited round for coffee by Helen and they went into the garden.

Heidi is a very pretty blond girl about the same age as Helen.

I quite fancied her really but equally she was a very determined type who took no prisoners and I didn’t want to get on the wrong side of her.

She wasn’t married and I often wondered whether she had lesbian tendencies, but I wouldn’t have dared suggest that to Helen who got on really well with her and she became Helen’s best friend.

Anyway I learnt later that she saw my nappies on the line and Helen told her all about my bedwetting and my need to wear nappies.

Heidi was evidently not phased by this at all but she said that it was ridiculous that I was still wetting the bed at my age and I was clearly putting Helen to far too much trouble and it needed to be sorted out.

Helen didn’t tell me any of this but about a week later Helen invited Heidi round to supper.

We had a nice supper but at the end of it Helen said “Heidi and I have been discussing your bedwetting”

I went very red because I didn’t realise Heidi knew anything about it.

They then both went on to tell me that they had discussed all the options at some length and Heidi, who took the lead, explained that as I was behaving like a baby then I should be treated as one.

They had taken all my underwear away and in future I would wear nappies all the time.

They had bought me some thinner nappies for use during the day that I could wear to work under my trousers but I must always wear plastic pants over them.

I was mortified and protested.

Helen had told Heidi that there were often yellow stains on my pants and they were sometimes wet and I said that this was just not true.

Helen then produced all the pants I had worn for the last week and showed me how stained they were.

I suppose I had really been trying to hide it by not thinking about it and didn’t think Helen would look at them in the laundry basket.

Heidi then proceeded to cut up all my pants with scissors as she said I wouldn’t be needing them in future.

I didn’t know what to do.

They explained that all of this was for my own good and threatened to tell my mother all about it if I failed to comply.

It was looking as though I had little choice.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse they presented me with some rules as follows:-

1. Nappies were to be worn at all times and whenever I was at home I would only be allowed to wear a T-shirt and nappies, no trousers, so that Helen could always see the state of my nappies.

2. I had to ask permission to go to the toilet.

3. If I wet my nappies they would decide when I would be changed.

4. Failure to obey would result in more serious penalties.

I asked what they meant by the last rule but they said I would find out in due course but it would not be pleasant.

I was then told to lie down, Helen then removed my trousers and together they put on what they called my daytime nappies followed by see-through plastic pants so that they could see the state of my nappies at any time.

Heidi then ceremoniously cut up my last pair of underpants and I was left there feeling pretty helpless.

Helen said that Heidi had been investigating incontinence on the internet.

First of all she said I needed to undergo bladder retraining.

This meant that I must set given times to empty my bladder and I was never to go “just in case”.

Initially she would set the time period at 2 hours and I needed to hold on whenever I felt I needed to go in order to strengthen my pelvic muscles.

If I accidentally wet my nappies before the two hours were up the clock would reset to start another 2 hours.

It was also important that I was well hydrated so Helen would make sure I was drinking enough.

Finally I must never become constipated so I would have to do my number 2’s in the toilet every morning after breakfast, and not at any other time in the day, otherwise further action would need to be taken.

After about an hour I needed to go to the toilet so I thought I might sneak out to get a cup of tea and go at the same time.

I went to put the kettle on and then go to the downstairs toilet but it was locked and so was the bathroom.

I realised that Heidi and Helen were one step ahead of me.

The only thing I could do was ask permission.

They had heard me trying to go to the toilet.

“Didn’t we make it crystal clear that firstly you need to ask permission, secondly you have to wait 2 hours from your last nappy change and thirdly you should know from now on all toilets will be locked until we give you permission to go in there” Helen said in a very angry voice. “You have one hour to go before you will be given permission.”

I sat there wondering what to do next trying desperately to avoid wetting my nappy.

It was no good and Heidi, almost joyously said “Oh dear, what can I see through those plastic pants?”

I had to sit there for at least half an hour before Helen said “I think it’s time we put David to bed and changed him into his night nappy”

I was taken upstairs but taken to the spare room instead of my bedroom.

The spare bed had been converted into a large changing table covered in a rubber sheet and I was told to lie down with my back on the sheet and my hands and legs were quickly secured by some cuffs attached to the bed frame.

My mind was in a whirl.

Helen now proclaimed “Heidi and I have decided that now you are wearing nappies 24/7 you really need to be kept shaved in order to keep you clean more easily”

Heidi then produced a bowl of warm soapy water and shaved off all my pubic hair while Helen assisted.

This was the final humiliation.

They then put on me a large night nappy, took me back to my room and left me to go to sleep.

All I could hear were Helen and Heidi enjoying themselves downstairs and after all the turmoil I drifted into a deep sleep.

In the morning I woke up to find Helen stroking my face, kissing me and saying very gently “Are you all right baby”.

She appreciated what a shock it had all been for me the night before but went on to explain that she really thought the regime would be much better for me in the end and that she and Heidi were only trying to help.

She then carefully took me by the hand into the spare room and removed my very wet nappy.

She then took me to the shower cleaned me up applied some nappy cream and put me in a daytime nappy.

She made me a lovely breakfast and then unlocked the toilet.

“Now you need to do your number 2’s” she said and I was able to oblige.

The next few weeks were not easy, the main problem was that I found it very difficult to wait two hours between trips to the toilet.

Fortunately Helen had no control over when I went to the toilet at work so it was only over the weekends and in the evenings that difficulties arose.

The other problem was that I wasn’t always able to perform after breakfast and I secretly went at work instead.

I couldn’t really tell Helen this and so this had the effect that when I hadn’t gone for 4 days, she was convinced I was very constipated.

Heidi had then persuaded Helen that the sensible remedy would be an enema.

On Saturday morning Heidi came round, I was taken to the changing table, given a large enema, wrapped in a large disposable nappy and left there for the enema to work.

Over the following months, apart from the occasional enemas, I was gradually coming to terms with my situation but my incontinence was definitely not improving.

Then about a year later my company decided that in order to save the cost of offices they would introduce working from home for 3 or 4 days a week.

Although I didn’t mind that, it meant that I wouldn’t have the opportunity to use the toilet at the office, although I thought that I could at least use the basin at home when Helen had to go out.

As ever, Helen was one step ahead of me.

The first week I was working from home she said out of the blue “I’ve got to go out on Thursday so Heidi will be coming in to babysit”.

My heart sank, Helen was kind and gentle but keeping Heidi satisfied was likely to be somewhat trickier.

“Furthermore” she said “Heidi will not always be around when I am out so, at her suggestion, I have bought three pairs of locking pants and you will need to wear these when I am out at other times”

Clearly working from home was not going to be that easy.

The locking pants turned out to be worse than I thought.

They were made of thick rubber with a belt round the top secured firmly with a padlock.

They were also tight round the legs so as Helen put it “there is no chance of any leakage”.

I was often left in these for 2-3 hours when both Helen and Heidi were out so it wasn’t surprising that my nappies were always wet after that.

At other times Heidi would babysit, sometimes for the whole day.

I was always supposed to be able to go to the toilet every 2 hours but somehow Heidi very often found a reason for lengthening it beyond 2 hours with catastrophic results.

She always referred to me as “Baby David” and liked treating me as a baby.

She bought me a large dummy which she would put in my mouth and when she did that I was not allowed to speak until she removed it.

The penalty for speaking would be an extension of the 2 hour period by 30 minutes.

Of course she delighted in putting it in my mouth at a time when it was nearing the end of the 2 hour period and this effectively lengthened it well beyond the time I could hold my bladder.

Both of them also made sure I drank plenty of tea and coffee so that did not make things any easier.

Sometimes when Heidi was babysitting I would be in our house and other times I would be in Heidi’s and when she wanted to go shopping it was either the locking pants or she would take me with her.

She loved embarrassing me and if we were going round the supermarket, for example, she would often ask me in a loud voice something like “I think we need to go home now as your nappy definitely needs changing”.

Another favourite was for her to clutch my bottom and say “Is your nappy wet yet?”

She never missed an opportunity to embarrass me.

The chemist was a particular favourite of hers when she used to ask for some disposable nappies for me or nappy rash cream.

I used to complain to Helen about Heidi but Helen thought Heidi was wonderful, dismissed all my concerns and said I was jolly lucky to have someone who looked after me so well.

There is no doubt that Heidi is very attractive and has a great slender body.

She is tall and I think aware of her beauty.

She would often babysit me in very brief miniskirts, and she knew that I was aroused when she changed me.

She knew though that she was forbidden fruit and that I wouldn’t dare make a move on her but she loved teasing me.

One day she was baby sitting in our house and unusually when she ordered me to get on the changing table she attached my arms and legs to the cuffs.

She then partially removed my wet nappy, removed her own knickers and sat astride on the changing table in front of me.

I got quite excited by this but then suddenly she let go of her bladder and my parts and nappy were covered in her wee.

She then calmly got down put her knickers back on and accused me of weeing on the changing table while I was being changed.

I couldn’t believe it, how could she say that?

About 5 minutes later Helen returned from her day out.

I was left there and Heidi went downstairs and I could hear them talking in the background.

Ten minutes must have gone by when they both returned.

Helen was not looking happy and said “Heidi was good enough to look after you today and I gather you have rewarded her by weeing whilst she is trying to change you. I can now see for myself, it is just not good enough”

I tried to protest but she cut me short.

“Heidi and I have discussed the fact that your incontinence seems to be getting worse, not better, and you seem to be making little effort to keep yourself dry so tomorrow morning I am going to make an appointment with the doctor’s surgery and we will see what they have to say”

A few days later the time had come for my appointment and I was not looking forward to it.

Helen insisted on coming too.

My usual doctor was on holiday and when I walked in it was a female doctor who I didn’t know but Helen clearly did.

“Hello David”, she said “I gather you have been having a few problems with incontinence, can you give me a bit more information?”

I stuttered, not really sure what to say.

“Well I suppose I do find myself wetting my pants occasionally”

I was having trouble getting the words out so Helen took over.

She explained that that I had always been a bedwetter and then I had started wetting during the day so she had had to put me in nappies and went over how she thought it was getting worse.

She then produced a document I had never seen showing how many nappies I had wet in the last month.

“Oh dear” she said “that doesn’t look good”

The doctor then looked at my records and said “Oh I can see he was a bedwetter for a long time and we often find that bedwetting leads to incontinence in later life”

Helen then went on to explain my bladder training regime and the doctor asked me if I had anything to add.

“Well I don’t think it’s that bad”, I said.

“Ah, we often find patients are in denial about incontinence but looking at this chart over the last month I think it tells another story, anyway let’s examine you, if you could just lie down on the examination table there”

I was dreading this because we had to wait to see the doctor and I had found myself letting go.

Immediately I took my trousers down she could see my nappy was pretty wet.

“Oh dear, how long has he been in this nappy” she said.

Helen replied “Only just over an hour and he went to the toilet before we left”

“Well I can see your problem Helen” said the doctor “but I think you are doing all you can to help him. You need to keep him in nappies 24/7 and we will arrange an appointment for him at the urology clinic and see where we go from there. I think you are doing a great job in the circumstances”.

When we left the surgery Helen said “Well then, I told you that bladder training was the answer and the doctor made it quite clear that you are severely incontinent and need to be kept in nappies at all times. This just confirms that Heidi was right to suggest I took you to the doctor”.

Until now I hadn’t realised it was Heidi’s suggestion, but I should have known.

Of course this also meant that Heidi could do no wrong and Helen would continue to follow Heidi’s guidance and any criticism I made of Heidi would probably not be listened to.

We arrived home and by this time I was very wet so I was taken to the changing table for a new nappy.

The doorbell then rang, it was Heidi to find out how we got on.

She came upstairs with Helen who proceeded to tell her what happened.

Heidi said “Well I’m very pleased you took him and it sounds as though the doctor was very supportive of you. Bearing in mind he never seems to be able to hold his bladder for 2 hours, do you think it might be better just to leave him in his nappies, forget about the toilet breaks and just change him when his nappies can’t hold any more. It would certainly make our lives simpler”

“I think that is a brilliant idea Heidi, let’s do that” said Helen.

It didn’t seem to matter what I thought.

A couple of days later Helen announced “Heidi and I have decided that we are really having to change your nappies too often during the day and so we have bought some much thicker towelling nappies for you to wear which we think you will find more comfortable. Obviously they will be a bit thick to go under trousers but when you are just wearing them around the house you will only be in your normal t-shirt and plastic pants so it won’t matter.

When you go out we have bought some Tena Slip maxis for you to wear with your plastic pants on top. These will be much more discreet under trousers and should prevent leaks. They are expensive though so I think it is better to stick to washable nappies at home.

On the subject of plastic pants, they have been tending to get hard and crack over time but we have found these new ones made out of TPU plastic which supposedly don’t harden and I think that will all be much more comfortable for you and last much longer”.

In fairness it did all seem quite sensible but when I put on the new daytime nappies they did feel very thick.

The worst part was though was that the TPU pants, although comfortable, made a rustling crackling sound when I moved in them that anyone could hear.

When I mentioned this Heidi said “Well they can act as a reminder that you are in nappies”.

After about two months my appointment with the urology clinic arrived.

My appointment letter indicated that I needed to have a few tests and that it was important that I arrived with a full bladder.

Helen arranged to take me to the hospital and before going said, “we must make sure you are well hydrated so that you arrive with a full bladder but let’s put on a clean nappy before you go as I’m sure the doctor won’t want to examine you with a wet one”.

We had to allow about an hour for the journey and we arrived nicely on time.

The nurse at reception the asked me to take a seat but firstly asked me to provide a small urine sample.

When I took the urine sample back she then said it was important to have a full bladder before I went to see the doctor so she insisted I drink a full tumbler of water.

I couldn’t see how this could possibly work its way to the bladder before the appointment but I drank it anyway.

Unfortunately the doctor was running late and so we had to sit there for about 40 minutes.

Helen could see I was squirming on my seat and in a loud voice suddenly said, “what’s the matter David, are you going to wet your nappy? You know perfectly well you’ve got to arrive with a full bladder”.

I could see all the others in the waiting room looking in my direction and a little girl said “Mummy, is that man wearing nappies?”

At that moment a nurse came along and shouted out my name and asked me to come with her.

Helen also followed though I could have done without that.

By this time my flood gates had opened and I had a very wet nappy.

We were greeted by the doctor who apologised for keeping us waiting so long and the said, “David I’ve got this referral from your surgery which seems to indicate that you are severely incontinent and that in your youth you had nocturnal enuresis until a very late age. Before we get on to that though I hope you have a full bladder because we need to carry out a small test. Just in the corner over there is a unit that looks like a small bucket and I need you to wee into it so that we can test your flow rate and capacity. The nurse will then carry out a handheld scan to see how much residual urine is left in your bladder.”

At this point I said, “Well I did arrive with a full bladder but after such a long time I just couldn’t hold it”.

At this point Helen suddenly said “I’m afraid this is the story of his life, he is hopeless at holding his bladder for any length of time”

“Don’t worry David” said the doctor” this often happens, but we will do the test anyway”.

Having performed into the bucket the nurse then directed me to the examination table for an ultrasound, meanwhile I could hear Helen talking to the doctor about me and it didn’t sound as though she was painting a very rosy picture.

She had, for the previous week, been filling in a chart with all the details of my liquid intake, together with all the details of my wet nappies and the weight of them, and she was discussing this with him.

I had to take off my trousers for the ultrasound and then the nurse saw the state of my nappy.

“My word”, she said, “that is a heavy pad, (they always like to call them pads instead of nappies as I presume they think it is more dignified!) I think you better take it off and we can put on a fresh one after the ultrasound”.

After the ultrasound the doctor came across and said that he just needed to examine my prostate.

The nurse then brought in a Tena slip maxi put some cream all round my parts and deftly applied the nappy.

I then went across to the doctor. “Well David, your wife has been explaining to me all about you and in particular about your history. The urine sample you gave confirmed that you don’t have any infection and your prostate feels normal. Generally at this stage I would carry out urodynamic tests but in your case I don’t think this would get us any further. I think it is quite clear that you have a very small bladder which is very overactive. I see that you have tried various medications without success. Helen was telling me about your history and how you have never really been dry at night and how even during the day there were always episodes of wetting all your life before using pads full time. You are very lucky to have such an understanding wife who I think is doing an excellent job”.

That was it then, Helen seemed to done all the talking and I was left feeling like a small child, without the opportunity to reply, who was clearly going to be in nappies for the rest of his life.

He went on “Your wife and I have both agreed that your current regime is as ideal as it can be in the circumstances but I will now refer you to the continence team who can then arrange supplies of pads on a regular basis. They will probably only be able to supply 4 a day but that should reduce the cost to you a bit even if you have to buy some supplies of your own”.

We got in the car to go home and after a bit Helen said, “Well that was highly satisfactory don’t you think, we have a diagnosis, we have a plan, we won’t have to buy as many nappies and you can settle in to your regime knowing that it is the best thing for you. You know I think secretly that you rather enjoy the security of your nappies, with Heidi and I to look after you, and that deep down you rather like the idea of being treated in a babyish way”.

I didn’t say anything in reply but we both secretly knew that she was right.

THE END

This is the first story I have written and it is very much based on my own experience and I would be very grateful for any comments on how it might be improved.