A Strange Addiction to nappies

 I am a 59 year-old academic writer (PhD), happily married, father of 4 adult children, grandfather of four lovely granddaughters ... So, why do I feel so compelled to keep wearing nappies and wetting them?

I guess, there has been a strange attraction to nappies since I was a teenager, when I used to try on my kid sister's rubber pants and stuffed cloths nappies into them.  But through most of my married life I didn't think all that much about it, although such thoughts occasionally crossed my mind.  Then my wife's menopause started and she stopped being able to have sex ... To make matters worse, I became impotent at around the same time, which was all very tough for me, as my sex drive hasn't diminish in any way.  So, I searched around for some answers on the internet (I didn't want an affair) and came across some obscure site that explained very logically and convincingly how impotent or lonely men could find sexual and emotional gratification by wearing adult nappies and wetting them.  This sounded not too strange for me, as it reminded me very much of my own desires during my teens.  

After some bumbling experimenting with cloths and various towels, I finally gathered my courage together and went to a chemist-shop to buy a packet of Tenna Slips Maxi.  This went much easier than I've expected, for the lady over the counter neither giggled nor  batted an eyelid ...

I barely walked out of the shop, when I started to shake involuntarily, all over, with a new sensation of a weirdly wonderful physical excitement.  In the car, I couldn't keep my hands off the packet, stroked it gently and imagined what was inside.  I opened it with trembling hands ... I remember saying aloud to myself: "Finally, I'm going to wear nappies".  The drive home would have taken some 20 minutes and I couldn't wait that long.  So, I drove to the nearest supermarket, took out a nappy from the packet, put it into my shopping bag and rushed to the public toilet.  When I put the nappy around my naked skin, I became sexually so aroused that I orgasmed almost immediately with an involuntary grown of deep release ... Luckily no one else was in the toilet!  I strapped the nappies in place and walked out to the car, feeling utterly euphoric with what I was doing.  I barely sat down, when I needed to pee, and as soon as the warm nappies formed themselves safely and comfortingly around my body I became utterly and unspeakably satisfied ... more than an actual ****** has ever been able to give me ... it was different somehow, much more emotional, and much more deeply fulfilling and stilling.

No previous sexual experience I've ever had before could compare ... It was inexplicably beautiful.  Actually, it was not only a kind of sexual gratification at all, but rather it transported me into a different world, as it were.  I felt carefree with the nappies on, completely together, internally calm and fully stilled.  I felt cared for, I felt strangely beautiful and innocent ...

That was four years ago.  Since then I've been wearing nappies on a regular basis, although not all the time. I can no longer have an ****** or enjoy sex at all without wearing nappies.  Sometimes I sleep in them, although they tend to leak if I'm not careful.  

Am I dependent on nappies?  Yes, absolutely!  My wife knows, doesn't completely understand, but accepts that this is what I need to do to keep our relationship happy – and happy it is.  We are great pals and very close, but have no sex at all.  The nappies fulfil me almost completely.  But lately I have begun to experiment with age regression fantasies, and started to suck a dummy, pretending that I am a helpless baby who needs its mummy.  I don't really want to go too far with age regression play, but it does seem to give me added pleasures.  

The one recurring fantasy I have above all others, is that my wife would become my mumy, or allow me to visit another woman who would make me wear nappies in her presence and breast-feed me.  Sigh ... Unfortunately, I know that this is unlikely ever to happen, but I live in hope ...

 

brandyhoof brandyhoof
56-60
4 Responses Mar 24, 2009

I too am of the same era as the rest who have commented. I can relate to most of your story, though I started much younger. I did and think you will likely progress in your infantile fantasies to relieve sexual tension and find enjoyment.<br />
frilly up :)

I went through this in puberty and could not understand why I was so attracted to wearing baby nappies and baby clothes.<br />
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I am in the same age bracket as you, so you know what it was like back then.<br />
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I didn't have any pocket money, my adopted parents never gave me any.<br />
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I discovered terry nappies while walking home from the dentist one day. I was 11 or 12. As I walked down the street I saw a silver cross pram in the garden of a house. In the tray under the pram was a bright white terry nappy. Now don't ask me to explain, but when I saw it I just had to have it.<br />
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Looking around to see if anyone was looking, I ran into the garden, grabbed the nappy and stuffed it inside my school blaser.<br />
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I ran to my secret hiding place and tried to put it on. I didn't have a clue and after mast a bating in it, went home in shame of what I had done. I hid the nappy amoungst a lot of other cloths in a box outside me tiny room I relaxed until my father came home.<br />
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I was absoloutly horrified when I heard my name being called out to come up stairs at once.<br />
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Standing at the top of the stairs were my parents, my father holding the nappy and demanding to know where I got it from.<br />
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I told him and he gave me a sever beating after which he told me to take it back.<br />
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I didn't but never brought a nappy home ever again.<br />
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The biggest trouble was that I was so hooked on nappies that I had to have them. I would walk down back lanes looking over fences for nappies fluttering in the wind on clothes lines. Once I saw some, I would check to see if anyone as looking and if not, jump the fence and steal the nappies. Take them back to a secret hiding place and mast a bate over them and then feel totally guilty.<br />
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I went to boarding school soon after and continued to steal nappies and try to wear them.<br />
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I was caught when I was almost 16 and waiting to go to Australia to live. It was nearly derailed because of the stealing but a family friend convinced the family that I stole the nappies from they should not press charges and I was let off with a warning.<br />
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After moving to Australia and had lots of freedom to expriement with nappies and became bolder and bolder.<br />
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I was written up in Picture Magazine in 1991or 3 not sure which but I got lots of letters from people saying that they were so glad to read this as they had thought they were the only one and felt they must be sick.<br />
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Now I live in Thailand and have a complete nursery, a full time Nanny looking after me and my girl friend who is my mummy.<br />
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I love my life now. Can tell many funny stories about being in nappies. Ask me and I will post more.

Yes, I have both a mummy and a hired full time live in nanny.
At the moment we have a visiting bABy staying for 5 days. He is enjoying being treated as a baby by nanny.

I really identified with your story. It is only in the last year that I have worn nappies quite regularly, but before I went through phases. I remember the first time I went to a supermarket to buy a pacifier and baby nappies was a truly amazing experience as you described your first nappy buying experience. At this time I didn't know about adult nappies... so I wasn't there to buy, I used towels at home.. as I reached down to buy the pacifiers, I had an immediate satisfying ******.. this was my first and only experience of female ***********! It was truly memorable. I don't suck dummies / pacifiers regulary... sometimes I'm quite turned off by the idea and then at other times I crave having one in my mouth... we're very funny beings!

I am the same age as you and for as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be treated like a small boy whose mummy said to him that as he was acting like a baby then he would be treated like a baby and put him back into nappies and plastic pants. When I became an adult it also sexually aroused me, and still does