The Bedwetter (Patreon)

Commission by an anonymous Patron. First two pictures property of ABDreams. The last one is from the website of a cloth diaper store called Thirsties, but they're baby diapers, so I figured it was best not to link them and risk having them trace any new traffic back here, lol. 

Autumn was a bedwetter.... There was no getting around that. There were definitely times when she wished she could deny it, but she knew it wouldn't do her any good. No matter what she tried - nighttime alarms, not drinking anything for hours before she went to bed, every kind of home remedy she could find online - it was inevitable that she was going to wake up soggy.

Diapers were the obvious solution, although she couldn't say that she was particularly pleased with it. They got the job of protecting her sheets done, but at the cost of making her feel like a baby, of her grumpily tossing and turning the first few minutes after she got into bed every night, listening to the crinkling and feeling sorry for herself, and of keeping her from even dreaming of going to any sleepovers, or hosting any herself... Including those with boys, which made dating very difficult. The last thing she'd want would be to fall asleep in his bed after fooling around and wake up wet. Well, other than taking a diaper with her and changing into it after they'd had their fun, that is.

Of course, no matter how embarrassed Autumn was about it all, her parents were hardly going to let her use that as an excuse not to go to college. She was too smart to give that up, too promising... That almost made it worse, having all of her high school teachers praise her for how well she was doing, expecting big things from her, when, every night, she had to put herself into a diaper like a little toddler. If they ever saw that, she doubted they'd have such a high opinion of her...

Especially since it was right around then that she started wearing AB/DL diapers. The store brands she could find were too thin, not absorbent enough, so she looked online, and those had the best reviews. They also, unfortunately, looked far more like something a baby would wear than the basic medical ones she'd been using, heightening the humiliation of her situation, every night when she taped herself into one a fresh reminder of how immature she must be to need them at her age.

She had no problem getting into college; she was less lucky when it came to keeping her diapers a secret. To be fair, she hadn't realistically thought she'd be able to do that forever, but she had hoped that she'd devised a way to put it off as long as possible, changing in the bathroom stall after she brushed her teeth, then rushing straight back to her room and into bed, and setting her alarm to get her up bright and early so she could go change back before her roommate was likely to be awake.

The very first morning, her roomie, Dee, asked her, "Not to be nosy, but... Were you wearing a diaper last night?"

"Wh-What?" Autumn chuckled, unable to stop her cheeks from turning red, giving her whole game away. "I-I don't know..."

"I thought your PJs looked a little puffy," the other girl said, "And then I could her the rustling all night, so... My little sister wet the bed until like, two months ago, so I'm still pretty used to the way they sound, and look."

Autumn gulped, squirmed. "D-Do you think many other girls on the hall are, too?" she asked anxiously, thinking of everyone she'd shuffled past on her way to and from the bathroom.

Dee smiled gently. "I'm sure there aren't," she claimed, though Autumn could tell she was just being nice. At the very least, she was nice enough not to go blabbing around the school, assuring her that, "We're roomies... We keep each others' secrets," not that, as far as Autumn could tell, she had any secrets nearly as shameful as hers.

She was still afraid that everyone she met was going to know, somehow, that one of her other hallmates had spotted all the diapers in the bathroom trash can, no matter how many paper towels she covered them with, and had managed to trace them back to her. She bashfully kept to herself... Until she met the dreamy Tristan. 

"And he's from England, so he has such an adorable accent," she gushed to Dee. "He's perfect!"

"Then ask him out," Dee encouraged her.

"But..." Autumn wiggled, diaper crinkling beneath her pajamas obviously, preventing any need for further explanation. 

"I'm sure by the time you're ready to spend the night with him, you'll know whether or not he can handle those," Dee said. "And if not, and you still want to do it, we'll find a way to cross that bridge when we come to it."

She was right, as usual... Spending some time with him, she found he really did seem as nice and understanding as she'd hoped, after watching him from a distance, and when she could tell their relationship was ready to move on to the next stage, she wasn't too worried. "I-I'm not a baby," she stammered, showing him her diapers as her sat on her bed, the designs looking more goofy and infantile than ever. "These are just the best ones I could find, so..."

Not only did it not scare him off, he, a few days later, came to her with a present, insisting they waited until they were alone until she opened it. Inside was a whole variety of diapers, some just plain colors, others with designs, but one that were a bit more understated, less babyish. "Excuse me if this is too forward," he blushed. "I thought you might feel a bit more confident in these, though, if none strike your fancy, I..."

Autumn leaned forward, shutting him up with a kiss. "They look perfect," she told him. "Thank you so much."

For a while, she was waiting for the other shoe to drop, expecting either Dee or Tristan to betray her, lure her into some situation where they could humiliate her, but neither of them ever did. She and Dee stayed best friends, and roommates, throughout college, and she kept dating Tristan the whole time, too, until they were getting ready to graduate, when they took their relationship further and got engaged.

They moved into a house together, settling into a new routine. It was nice to not have to worry every night that, after she got into her diapers, someone from their hall might want to come hang out, or somebody might pull the fire alarm and force her to shuffle out to the sidewalk to wait for the fire department to come turn it off. She even sometimes would start wearing her diaper a couple hours before she went to bed, just in case, since she had a tendency to fall asleep on the couch while they were watching movies.

On a lot of mornings, especially those following the nights where she put them on early, she was waking up awfully wet, occasionally on the bring of leaking. As close as she was to Tristan, and as much as he knew about her bedwetting issues, that was something she was too embarrassed to discuss with him, although she couldn't help wondering if maybe that was part of his motivation for his suggestion.

"I was thinking, Autumn," he told her one night. "It doesn't seem like this is going to stop any time soon. It made sense to use disposable nappies at school, but we have a washer and dryer now, so maybe it would be more environmentally friendly if you tried to use cloth."

"Cloth nappies?" She didn't usually use that word for them, but she did find it cute when he did, and she liked to tease him about it. "I mean... I-I guess I could, I just don't even know where to start..."

"Why don't you let me worry about it, then?" He had been the one to find her the diaper she wore now, after all. And, a few days later, he had a stack of fluffy white diapers waiting for her, and some plastic pants to go with them.

"Oh, my God," she blushed, taking in the sight. "Th-They're so thick..." Just that, by itself, was bad enough, let alone the fact that she knew she might deserve them, that she might need them to be that big and bulky. "A-And I don't even know how to put them on, and they're just so boring and white..."

"I can see about finding you some that are cuter, if you want," he smiled. "And I can help get you into them, if you need..."

"Y-You will?" Autumn fidgeted. It had been years since anyone else had been directly involved with her diapering... If anybody was going to do it, though, who better than him? "I-I'm sure I can figure it out..."

But he was already taking a few off the stack, laying them out on the bed. "Come on," he gave the pile of cloth a pat. "Up on your nappies."

"I-It isn't bedtime!" she pouted, feeling so tiny and powerless, standing there looking at her new diapers, realizing she wasn't even going to be putting them on herself. "I-I don't need them yet!"

"Don't you want to make sure they're comfy before you try to get to sleep in them?" he asked. "Besides, it isn't that far off..."

"I guess..." She didn't want to admit he was right, but he was. She stripped out of her pants and her underwear, climbing up onto the waiting diapers, gasping at how huge they felt beneath her compared to her disposables, then again when Tristan pulled them up between her legs, her thighs involuntarily pushing apart from one another to give the garment room.

"Here we are!" Tristan announced, once they were pinned into place, holding a pair of the plastic pants out from Autumn to step into, tugging them up her legs, snapping them into place. "How are they?"

"Th-They're so big..." That hadn't changed, and the tentative pat she gave them now that she was on her feet didn't affect it, either, as she stood there, bow-legged. "I-I guess they aren't terrible, though..."

Maybe it was cheating, experiencing them after her first time getting diapered - and not doing it on her own - in a long time. There had been something soothing, tender, about letting Tristan wipe her off, powder her, pin her snugly into the padding... She'd thought she would hate it, but it wasn't that bad at all.

She was less enthusiastic about what happened when she was ready to finish getting dressed for bed, however. "Tristan!" she whined, feeling ridiculous. "My PJs won't even fit over this!" She'd tried a couple times, each with the same result, the shorts simply incapable of stretching wide enough to accommodate the layers and layers of cloth. 

"That's all right," he chuckled. "You might as well go without them... We both know what you're wearing, don't we?" Of course they did... Autumn was in them, and Tristan had put her in them, so there really was little point in trying to keep them hidden anymore.

That, however, did not mean that she was happy to see the sight that greeted her when she got home from work a few weeks later.

She gasped, stomach churning, hardly able to believe her eyes, almost too humiliated to step out of her car, though, obviously, she knew she couldn't stay in there forever.

A part of her wanted to go undo it, but she was already convinced that her neighbors would be able to tell, at a glance, who they belonged to, despite her never having worn anywhere around any of them, just in the privacy of her own home, near bedtime. Somehow, though she was sure they knew, and that seeing her there, taking them down frantically, would only confirm it.

"What are you thinking?!" she demanded, as soon as she was inside, finding Tristan in the kitchen, putting dishes away. "Why would you do that?!"

He blinked, turning around. "Because... they're dry now?" he held up the plate in his hands. "Is there some reason I shouldn't...?"

"No, not that!" she stomped her foot, annoyed, certain he must know what she was talking about. "The diapers!" She saw a flash of recognition in his eyes. "Why would you hang them up to dry outside?! They're all just... out there, for anyone to see!"

"Well, how else are they going to dry? They're awfully big, Autumn, they take a lot longer than these," he indicated the plate again.

"We have a dryer!" Autumn fumed. "Why couldn't you have used that?!"

"That would still take a while," he said, sounding infuriatingly calm for how upset she was, which just agitated her further. "And it would use quite a bit of electricity, which somewhat negates what we're trying to do by switching to cloth... I read drying them in the sun was better for them anyway, and..."

"I don't care!" Autumn huffed, crossing her arms. "You're literally airing out my dirty laundry for everyone to see! I think I deserve a little more privacy with how I deal with my diapers!"

"You didn't deal with them, though," Tristan pointed out. "You've just been letting them pile up, and you were about to run out."

Autumn squirmed. "W-Well, I didn't know what to do," she pouted. "I've never dealt with cloth diapers before, and..."

"Then why don't you let me worry about it? I'm sure nobody paid any attention... Most of them are still at work, and the ones that did probably don't care."

"But what if they do?!" Autumn stomped her foot again.

Tristan chuckled, putting the plate into the cabinet, then taking Autumn by surprise by giving her a playful swat on the bottom. "Are you throwing a tantrum, young lady?" he teased.

Autumn's eyes widened, and for a split second, she was ready to get even more angry at him, before, instead, she burst out laughing, Tristan joining her. "I'm sorry," she told him after she'd calmed down. "I was over-reacting... I'm sure you're right... And I shouldn't have left them for you to wash, they're not your problem."

"I don't mind," he promised. "You can just leave it all up to me, if you want." He really had taken charge with these new diapers... He still put her in them every night, and now he was cleaning them, too. 

"If you're sure it isn't a nuisance..." she said. She was so used to trying to keep them secret, it was odd to hand over so much control to somebody else... But it was nice, too. And, honestly, Autumn almost looked forward to when it was time for her to be pinned into her diapers now, getting to share the experience with him the way they did now... She knew she could have learned to do it herself by now, if she wanted to; the fact she hadn't spoke volumes about how much she trusted him.

"Of course it isn't," he smiled. "Now, is your tantrum over? If not, I might just put you into one of your nappies now before I make you go clear the clothesline, and then everyone really will know those are all yours."

"No!" she squealed, giggling as he chased her outside, the two of them checking on the diapers together to see which were ready to come down, and which weren't. She blushed when she saw one of their neighbors walking by on the sidewalk, giving them a wave, but, even standing there, surrounded by her diapers, she didn't feel as embarrassed as she thought she would... Not as long as she had Tristan by her side.