Happy_Trails
HAPPY TRAILS
It was mid-summer and whilst it was cool inside, the weather outside was a little sticky. The past week hadn't been exactly stressful, but Jeff had been looking forward to the weekend as if it were his birthday.
He arrived home from college on the evening train, and after pecking his mother on the cheek and shouting a greeting throughout the house, took off for his room upstairs. He quickly unpacked his bags, scanned the room (it had hardly changed in years he noticed) and leapt the stairs two at a time almost crashing into is mother at the foot of the staircase.
'Careful love! There's no need to rush around like a maniac', she admonished. It was always the same - and Jeff smiled as he realised they'd been having this same conversation all his life.
'Sorry Mum... is there any dinner left over?' asked Jeff. It had been hours since he'd last eaten. Besides, his mother was the best cook in the whole world and always had *something* on hand no matter what time of the day it was.
'I'll get something and bring it in. Your father is in the living room', she called out as she disappeared into the kitchen. Jeff wandered through into the living room, noticing a few new pictures had been hung in the hallway, but very little else.
'Hey Dad.' he greeted his father who glanced over from his newspaper. 'Jeff - it's good to see you again, son. How are your studies going?'. Jeff smiled to himself at the familiar banter. Despite the somewhat ritualistic conversation, Jeff loved his mother and father and always looked forward to the times when he could spend time with them.
Jeff was a successful student, a well rounded sportsman and had many friends. He was 21 years old and looking forward to graduation later in the year. Other than some vague discussions with his friends of taking a year off to travel the world, he was undecided on his future... and his parents were not in the habit of pressuring him for a decision.
After an evening of catching up on relatives, friends and next door neighbours, Jeff made his good nights and took himself off to bed. When he got up to his room he closed his door behind him, turned the key in the lock and eargerly went to his wardrobe.
Fumbling through the boxes and chests that were stacked amongst forgotten toys and clothes, Jeff managed to ease out a worn suitcase that contained a thick tan coloured rubber sheet. He smiled as he smelled the gentle odour of rubber and returned to his bed with it. He quickly stripped the bed, placed the sheet on the mattress and refit the sheets before standing back to admire his efforts.
Jeff had stopped wetting the bed a long long time ago, but for the past couple of years he had started wetting himself in his sleep - to begin with it was just during times when he was stressed at college, but over time he began to wet the bed on purpose... and for the past term had been wearing nappies with plastic pants to bed every night.
Initially Jeff had been concerned by what was happening to him as he would wake up with wet pyjamas and soaking sheets. But after an attempt at self-diagnosis on the internet, he had come acrosss a lot of web sites that actively promoted wearing nappies, bedwetting and wearing toddler clothes as adults. Jeff was now very happy as a nappy wearing 21 year old, and often fantasised about being changed by someone else when he was wet.
That night, Jeff wore a cloth nappy with 2 inserts and some thick plastic pants to bed. The feeling of the rubber pad under his sheet was exciting, and he realised how much he had missed having the security of rubber under him (he used a much noisier PVC sheet for his own bed back at college). As he lay there listening to the sounds of the house around him, Jeff thought about his next few days.
His parents had told him they were going out for lunch and and a garden party on Saturday afternoon, and they would not be home until after dark in the evening, and whilst the offer had been extended to include Jeff aswell, he had turned them down whilst secretly revelling in the chance to have a whole afternoon alone with his nappies.
The next morning the sun was streaming in between the blinds on the window, and Jeff woke up to a wet nappy and the smell of fresh bacon and eggs from the kitchen downstairs. Jeff's hands went to his crotch and he slowly pushed the wet nappy through the plastic pants, applying pressure to his wet groin and smiling as his predicament.
As he lay there holding his hands to his wet nappy, he felt a slight pressure in his bladder and instantly relaxed, letting a fresh flow seep into his nappy and travel up his bottom as it spread inside his plastic pants.
After a few minutes, Jeff get up and put on a dressing gown. He opened up his blinds, propped the window open and unlocked the door before making his way to the shower. His mother and father had been up for hours already and there was no chance they would discover his choice of sleepwear. He turned on the shower, and jumped under it with his plastic pants and nappy on.
As he eased off his plastic pants he rinsed them under the hot water of the shower, shook off the excess water and tossed them onto the floor in the bathroom before he began to undo his nappy.
After removing his now soaked nappy, he was able to rinse them out thoroughly before cleaning his nappy area and making sure there were no signs of nappy rash. He quickly finished his shower and dried himself off before gathering up his plastic pants, nappy and inserts and returning to his room. He was able to dry the plastic pantys with his towel, but the nappies would have to wait until later and were placed in a plastic bag under the bed.
He quickly dressed and launched himself down the stairs and into the kitchen where he found breakfast waiting for him (his mother always managed to time everything to perfection, even when he was trying to surprise her).
'Good morning, dear', she called over to him as he sat myself at the table. 'Sleep well did you?' she asked. 'Fine thanks Mum... looks like you have a wonderful day for your lunch party', Jeff managed before breakfast took over and he methodically ate most of the food left at the table.
After helping clear up the dishes, he went off in search of his father to remind him they both due to leave in half an hour. Jeff found him at the end of the yard doing some weeding and general tidying up. They chatted for a while and wandered around the garden looking at the new plants and arrangements that had been carefully planted the year before.
Before long it was time for his parents to make their way off to the party, and Jeff was left alone with a contact phone number 'should anything go wrong'. Within a few minutes Jeff had rushed upstairs to his room, pulled out another cloth nappy and inserts and had changed into some more 'appropriate' underwear. As he waddled down the stairs wearing just a tshirt and his plastic pants covered nappy, Jeff started to think what he might do if his parents were to walk in at that very moment.
One thing lead to another, and whilst fantasising about wearing his nappy and tshirt ensemble outdoors, he wet himself without really even being aware of it. Wetting himself whilst in bed was one thing, but Jeff wasn't prepared for how simple he had made the transition from 21 year old adult male to a nappy wearing little boy who wet himself without warning.
As the day went on, Jeff drank a lot of juice and wet his nappy several more times until it was obvious that a change was due. After another brief shower, Jeff padded downstairs holding both his still wet nappy and the nappy from the previous night and proceeded to start them washing in the laundry.
As he wandered back into the living room, Jeff began to think again about what it would be like to wear a nappy and tshirt outside. The possibility of being discovered wearing his nappy was such a excitement for him... made even more evident by the state of his smile just standing in the middle of the room.
It wasn't long before he had to clear up his mess, and he promptly put on a disposable nappy (he had bought them with him in case he didn't get the chance to wash his cloth nappies during his stay). He got dressed in jeans, tshirt and some running shoes and smiled to himself.
He dug through a few drawers and came up with an old padlock with two keys attached. They both turned and opened the lock easily. Jeff checked to see that the padlock would go through the zippers on his backpack and was pleased to see that they fit perfectly. He took one key and placed it on his dresser table, and took the other in hand before setting out for the open park close by.
The park backed on to a large wooded area that had many walking tracks favoured by runners and families walking dogs. Jeff's plan was simple. He would walk through the woods until he was a good distance from home before taking off his jeans and placing them into his backpack, unlock the padlock then drop the second key in with his jeans and secure the zippers with the locked padlock.
As he wandered through the park he saw a number of children playing on the swings and one family setting up a picnic in a corner. His mind was elsewhere as he walked the various tracks wearing his disposable nappy under his jeans and thinking about a suitable time to begin his trek back wearing only his nappy and tshirt. Nobody bothered him.
Eventually Jeff found a place where the trail curved around a bend, giving him a good view of the trail in both directions for quite some distance whilst still providing some degree of cover whilst he was taking his jeans off in public. He bent down and undid both running shoes before stepping out of them and then easing his jeans down to his ankles. As he tied his shoes on again, he kept looking up the trail in both directions but couldn't see anyone coming from either direction.
Jeff picked up his jeans and stuffed them into his backpack. He reached in and plucked the padlock from a side pocket and unlocked it. He dropped the key in on top of his jeans and held his breath a moment as he threaded the padlock through the zippers. 'Last chance to back out' he thought to himself for a moment... and then with a click it was done.
Jeff was standing several miles from home in the middle of a public walking track wearing nothing but his running shoes, white tshirt (which didn't cover anything now it wasn't tucked into his waistband) and a white disposable adult sized nappy. It took him a few moments to realise the situation he had placed himself in.
'What if someone I know sees me?' he thought.
'What will I say if anyone asks me why I am wearing only a nappy?' he mused.
'What will people think of me when they see me walking around like this?' he grinned to himself.
As he started his walk back home, he could hear a couple talking amongst themselves approaching from around the bend just ahead. Within moments they were in view and looked at him walking toward them with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
They didn't say a thing! They just continued their conversation and moved slightly to the side to let him pass them by. What Jeff was unable to notice was the backward glances they gave him when they had passed, but they sudden laughter was enough to make Jeff's face instantly go bright red. He knew they must be looking at him, but he just continued to walk away from them and very quickly was safely around the bend and out of sight.
The feeling of bulk that the nappy provided was stimulating enough, the pressure against his thighs forcing him to walk slightly bow-legged was distracting, but the acute embarrassment he was feeling now was able to bee seen on his face.As he made his way home, Jeff passed several more people. One woman was walking her dog actually smiled at him as she passed!
He could hear someone jogging running up from behind him and could almost imagine the sight they must have of him with his tshirt riding up a little and his bottom encased in a disposable nappy waddling down the path. Jeff was expecting to see the jogger pass him at any moment, but this didn't happen. The jogger had stopped behind Jeff and slowed to a walk - matching his walking pace.
Jeff suddenly flushed with embarrassment again and picked up his pace slightly. He could still hear the jogger keeping pace with him, and resigned to the fact that he would have to face the jogger - whoever they turned out to be.
As the trail came out into the park, Jeff slowed down and pretended to adjust his shoe laces - bending over and exposing his bottom with a stretched nappy over it to the jogger.
'Do you need a hand there?' asked a voice... a female voice. The jogger was a young woman about Jeff's age and obviously very interested in Jeff's predicament.
'Um, ahh, well... I was just retying my shoe laces really' Jeff blurted out as he stood back up and turned to face her properly. She was slim, obviously fit (she looked like she enjoyed running at least) and had dark hair that was tied back into a ponytail.
'I wasn't talking about your shoe laces, silly. I couldn't help by notice your rather interesting choice of shorts and how much they looked like you were wearing a nappy' she smiled at me playing the innocent.
There was Jeff, standing at the edge of the park with people wandering all around him, having a conversation with a very attractive young woman whilst wearing just a simple white tshirt and a disposable nappy! At least he hadn't wet himself - yet. Jeff's face flushed red again as the feelings of intense embarrassment swept over him.
'Oh, I see... so you really ARE wearing a nappy then' she said as she came closer to Jeff and moved in to pat his padded bottom. 'Nice ass!' she said as she smiled a winning smile at Jeff.
'Tell you what,' she began, 'How about you come over to my apartment with me? I only live a few minutes from here and we could get to know one another a little better.'
Jeff was stunned! He couldn't believe what had just happened. He certainly didn't expect to have to talk with anyone, let alone be picked up by a beautiful young woman who was as turned-on as he was at the thought of wearing nappies in public.
'Sure, that'd be great', managed Jeff as he struggled to get to grips with the situation.
'My name is Wendy', offerend the woman as she reached down and gripped Jeff's hand in hers.
'Um, well, my name is Jeff', replied Jeff as she lead him into the park.
Jeff followed, slightly behind Wendy as she bounced along happily holding his hand. They passed through the park and turned onto the road walking along the footpath silently... Wendy dressed in her running clothes, Jeff dressed in a tshirt and a disposable nappy. What a couple!
As Wendy announced that the house they had just approached was hers, she walked up to the door and began fumbling with her keys. It was then that Jeff noticed that there was a definate bulge beneath her running shorts. Jeff suddenly realised that Wendy was wearing nappies as well!
'I see you have a nicely padded ass aswell', said Jeff smiling. Just at that moment, the door opened and Wendy turned around. She had a wide grin on her face as she said 'Are you coming?' No I said and I grabed my pants and ran home.
The End
WRITTEN BY: CONWAY
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