When I was in college, I was asked to visit my older brother Mike, who lived nearby, for a few days. He and his wife, Karen, had a 3 year old boy, Aaron. When I had a break in classes, I had 3 days to spare, so I called on them.
We chatted, and caught up with each other. That evening, I was put into the spare room.
The trouble began the first night when I discovered, to my horror, that I had wet the bed. there was a large wet spot in the bed. It was around 3AM, and I was freaking out. I decided to wash the sheets, and my underwear. I wanted to change my underwear, but they were in a suitcase, and I was trying to be quiet. Besides, my shirt was long enough to cover my privates. If all went well, no one would be the wiser.
Their laundry room was just off the kitchen. I gathered the sheets, and my wet underwear. As quietly as I could I turned the doorknob and opened the door. I crept to the laundry room. I carefully opened the wash machine and put everything in. I put some soap into it and began the cycle.
So far so good. I sat on the floor, and was waiting to put the load in the dryer, when I heard the laundry room door open. Realizing that I had nothing on but a shirt, I jumped up. It was Karen. “What are you doing?”She asked.
There was no story that could explain why I was in her laundry room in the middle of the night. “ I wet the bed.” It seemed hard to say that, but she was cool about it. “That happens sometimes Tim. Tell ya what. I have a bed in Aaron’s room you can sleep in. It’s dry. Let’s get some sheets, and get ya back to bed.” I sighed with relief. It could’ve been worse.
She got some sheets, and made up the bed. I went back to the spare room to get some dry underwear. She poked her head in as I was pulling them them up under my shirt. “It’s ready Tim”
I quietly opened the door, and saw Aaron sleeping. As I laid down, I began to feel sleepy and soon I was asleep.
The next day, I got up and nothing was said. I kind of felt as if I had dodged a bullet. Over dinner nothing was said about it. However, that night, while my brother was watching TV, Karen called me back to Aaron’s room. I saw my underwear that I had washed the night before, and a small box of adult diapers. She must’ve gotten them when she went out earlier. “Tim, I want you to wear these at night. This way you won’t have to worry about wetting the bed again.”
I was at once experiencing mixed emotions. I did like wearing diapers, and I was sort of excited about getting to wear them again. On the other hand, it was very embarrassing to be asked to wear them by my sister in law. Karen noticed my hesitation. “This will be our secret.” I just nodded. “ Just put these on, and I will come back in when you’re done, and make sure they won’t leak.”
I took the one she handed me, and tried it on. I was struggling with the tapes, when she knocked on the door. I told her to come in, and she saw that I was having trouble. She had me lay down and untaped it. She chuckled a bit when she noticed my erection. I must have blushed, because she said “Looks like you are enjoying this!” I was red with shame. She expertly retaped it, and said “Why don’t you just sleep here in Aaron’s room. That will give the bed over there a chance to dry out.” I nodded and went to get ready for bed. My sleep shirt just covered the diaper. so, I brushed my teeth and went to Aaron’s room, and went to bed.
Overnight I woke up to having to go to the bathroom, and remembered that I was wearing the diaper. I thought about getting up to take it off, and go pee, but that would be noisy, and besides, what was a diaper for anyways? So I carefully released into the diaper. I felt the familiar warmth spread around and felt the diaper swell as it absorbed it. It was a nice comforting feeling. I relaxed, and went back to sleep.
The next morning I woke to Karen as she was getting Aaron out of his crib. As I was sitting up in the bed she reached over and patted the front of the diaper. It was full and stiff. “Good thing you’re wearing that.” I said nothing, and realized that I would be wearing them tonight, too. I kinda liked that idea. That evening as she was putting it on, reminded her that I was going beck to college tomorrow, and I asked her what she was going to do with the left over diapers. I wasn’t sure if she was going to have me take them with me or what. “Good Question, Tim.”
She got up and got a Sharpie and wrote my name on the package. “Now you have something to wear when you come back to visit.” I found that thought very delicious.