In Reply to: Bedwetting story 8 posted by Paul on December 07, 2004 at 20:09
Even though I had stopped wearing nappies to bed on a permanent basis by fourteen, I did have a rather unique experience as a teenager several years later. It was during the Summer holidays and my family were staying at the beach house as usual. Unfortunately I got an attack of tonsillitis and was laid up in bed for a week, and although I didn't enjoy being sick I definitely enjoyed one aspect of the next couple of days.
The doctor advised against hospital, but gave me a whole lot of medicine to take, some of which made me very drowsy, and at about lunchtime on the second day I fell asleep and wet my bed. I woke up feeling all hot and wet, and as soon as I realised that I had been wetting like a little girl I got really excited. It was a bit embarrassing having to tell my mother - a big girl at that age wetting in her bed, but I had a pretty good excuse. My mother changed the sheets, but early that evening I did it again. Since we were at the holiday house there was only one more set of dry sheets left, but tucked away at the back of the cupboard were the nappies and plastic pants from several years previous.
I remember my mother coming to have a talk, and sitting on the end of the bed trying to explain how it would be more comfortable for me and more convenient for her if I was to wear nappies - just while I was sick. I was both embarrassed and highly excited at the same time, and pretended to reluctantly agree while secretly being thrilled at the prospect. As soon as I had them on and was back under the covers I got really turned on, and totally forgot about feeling sick. The nappies were better than any medicine the doctor gave me. Even though I had plenty of other accidents in bed as a teenager, this was the only time that I was put back in nappies - I guess it was the fact that I was sick that really made the difference.
The funny thing is that I didn't have one real accident after that, but deliberately wet my nappies many times. It was wonderful to be able to wet myself with impunity and blame my illness and the medicine. The next day I lay in bed sleeping, and after two different naps I slowly wet my pants. It was very exciting and I played the game where I pretended to myself that I was asleep, and that I couldn't help doing it in my pants. After both times I had two of the best orgasms I ever had as a teenager.
I stayed in nappies all that day, and was changed once in the middle of the day, and then again in the evening. The plastic pants were a really tight fit, and the nappies were pulled really tightly up between my legs. I was dry the next morning, but needless to say I took my morning pee in my pants instead of in the toilet. I possibly overdid it because when Mum found out that I was wet yet again, she decided that putting me in nappies was probably not such a good idea after all, and might possibly make me regress to my earlier habits. If she only knew! She decided that I should go without them, and if I wet the bed again we would just have to make do with the sheets we had. I would have loved to have had another 'accident' after this, but I thought it would have been pressing my luck, so I was a good little girl and got up to use the toilet when I needed a pee.
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