This is a true story. I originally posted this in the Story Forum, but I was a bit too descriptive about the actual wetting of my diaper and the story was removed. I have toned it down a bit, so let's see how it goes!
As a child, I was a light bed wetter up until the age of 11. I would rarely flood the bed, but would either wake up just before or just after I started to go. When I did go, it would dribble or trickle out rather than a full on release. Even if I did wake up in time, there was only a 50-50 chance that I would get to the toilet without starting to dribble in my pants.
To combat this, I would wear thick training pants and plastic panties to bed, and would not wear pyjama bottoms. If I was tired, unwell, or away from home I would be put in a disposable nappy. I never minded wearing protection, as I really hated getting my bed wet. I guess because I had grown up needing the protection, it wasn't strange or unusual for me, and certainly preferable to wet sheets. I always wore a nappy, ( which we called my "sleep pants") on a Friday and Saturday night, as I was allowed to stay up late, and mum would sleep in the next day. I kept wearing trainers or diapers until I was 12, about 6 months after I stopped wetting.
The rules were simple. If my training pants got wet, which probably happened about 4 times a week, then I would just change myself. If my bed got wet, then I would wake my parents and they would change my sheets. If my diaper was wet, which it usually was, I would not worry about it until I could have a shower in the morning. I was not supposed to try and remove it myself. This rule came about after a couple of times I made it to the toilet but struggled to undo it, eventually wrecking it, and peeing all over myself and the floor in the process!
So one Friday night when I was 10, I am put into my nappy and sent to bed about 10 o'clock. I woke up about 1, dry, but needing a wee. I could hear the TV because mum was still up. I got her, and she took me to the toilet, removed my "sleep pants" and after I had done a wee, she put them back on me. I went back to sleep, waking up about 7 o'clock still dry, and with only a slight urge to pee. Wow! I was staying dry more and more!
I got up, made some cereal and juice, and settled down to watch the cartoons while wearing my pyjama top, a nappy with race car pictures, and a pair of white socks.
After an hour or so, the juice had started to work and my need to pee was increasing, although not yet urgent. I considered waking mum up, but thought "Eh, she'll be up soon." She was up a bit later, had overslept, and was running late for something. She made a quick cup of tea, drank it, and went for a shower. As she headed to the bathroom she said "I'll have a shower, then take your sleep pants off and you can have one."
Big mouthed me, fully engrossed in Looney Tunes, replied without thinking about my predicament, just answered "That's ok. They're still dry."
"Good boy!" She said, as she left for the bathroom.
As soon as she was gone, I snapped back to reality and suddenly realised how badly I needed to go. "Oh well, to late now. I'll just have to hold on a bit longer" I thought.
But my need seemed extremely urgent now. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go into the bathroom, and I wasn't allowed to remove the diaper myself and go outside to pee. I could hear the shower running as well, and that wasn't helping any!
That's when the idea hit me. Using the logic that only a 10 year old boy could fathom while engrossed in the television I thought, "Why not just pee in my sleep pants? They were usually wet by now anyway, and nobody will know!"
So I sat there and tried to relax and let go. That didn't work. I gave a slight push. Still nothing. So I put my feet up and opened my legs a little. Boy, that worked! My bladder released with a rush.
This is the part that is forever burned in my memory.
I was watching The Road Runner, but suddenly my attention was drawn to my diaper. It swelled up like a balloon, the pictures of racing cars faded instantly, and I could feel my butt getting wet. I must've peed like a racehorse for a good 20 seconds or more before I could stop. When I regained control I was flushed and out of breath. I was squeezing my nappy with a mixture of horror and fascination. I couldn't remember ever wetting that much whilst awake.
Mum returned shortly after with a towel around her hair. "Well since your sleep pants are dry, you won't need a shower" she told me.
"I might be wrong, they could be a little wet...." Was my reply.
"Well come over here and I'll check 'em." She instructed.
I got up, and 2 streams of pee ran down the insides of both legs soaking my socks. My nappy was yellow, swollen, and hanging down. As soon as I stood up, more unreleased pee escaped and I stood there peeing in front of her.
She grabbed the towel off her head and hurried towards me, stuffing the towel between my legs. "Did you just wet yourself?" "Why have you wet your pants?"
I started to cry. I was explaining "It was an accident. I couldn't hold on any more. You were in the bathroom!"
After a shower and change, I received a mild scolding. Not for wetting myself, but for not telling her when I needed to go.
But I could never tell her that it wasn't a real accident, I had liked it, and already wanted to repeat it again!