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.