
ABDL Stories - Browse Stories from A to Z
Search Our Archive of Diaper Stories & Abdl Stories sorted for ease.
» » Rubber Sheet For Life « «
Rubber Sheet For Life
It started when I was a baby. My mother could not take care of me and a professional nurse took care of me when I was a few days old. I guess she made it a point to get me trained as early as possible. Until about 5 I had a brown rubber sheet under the sheet. When the nurse guessed that I could wet (thunderstorm for instance) she laid me on the rubber sheet itself.
I was many times in the hospital. There was always a red rubber sheet in the bed. An evening, after appendicitis, I woke up in a soaked bed. My pajama's were drying on an electric lamp. My grandmother told me it was all right, how good of her. I had no brothers or sisters.
At 7 the professional nurse quit. I began wetting my pants during the day. For another stay in the hospital my mother accompanied me and made a lot of fuss about the red rubber sheet. For tonsillectomy I was seated on the knees of a nurse who had a gray rubber apron. When I asked my father why some children wet their bed I was only told "They are sick".
At 10 I was for a long year in a children home. I loved to discover the beds where there was a rubber sheet. I asked for one, got it, removed it! There was a young girl (12 ?) working in the evening in the laundry with a red rubber apron, I kissed her holding her tight on her apron.
Around 12 I discovered in the attic the brown rubber sheet used by my nurse. I stole it to wet it as much as I could. When in prep school, after an evening of hard home work I would purposely wet my bed. My mother complained about the "geography map" I left on the mattress and send me to a doctor who could do nothing.
Having be married soon after, I let my wife know about my interest in rubber sheets. She was quit understanding, kept me under reasonable behavior. On travel I knew about hotels and motels where I would find a rubber sheet in the bed.
We had a long life together. We had many children. My wife wanted to make sure they would not know about rubber sheet. 10 years ago I asked on yahoo "bed wetting" and "rubber sheet". That's how I discovered infantilism, DPF and became a DL.
My wife had cancer and died a few years after. Before dying she told me that if our children would know they would have no more respect for me. Alone I get help from once a week soaking my bed and more often wetting diapers. But I do feel diminished.
Written by: Luc
Go Back To Previous Page
It started when I was a baby. My mother could not take care of me and a professional nurse took care of me when I was a few days old. I guess she made it a point to get me trained as early as possible. Until about 5 I had a brown rubber sheet under the sheet. When the nurse guessed that I could wet (thunderstorm for instance) she laid me on the rubber sheet itself.
I was many times in the hospital. There was always a red rubber sheet in the bed. An evening, after appendicitis, I woke up in a soaked bed. My pajama's were drying on an electric lamp. My grandmother told me it was all right, how good of her. I had no brothers or sisters.
At 7 the professional nurse quit. I began wetting my pants during the day. For another stay in the hospital my mother accompanied me and made a lot of fuss about the red rubber sheet. For tonsillectomy I was seated on the knees of a nurse who had a gray rubber apron. When I asked my father why some children wet their bed I was only told "They are sick".
At 10 I was for a long year in a children home. I loved to discover the beds where there was a rubber sheet. I asked for one, got it, removed it! There was a young girl (12 ?) working in the evening in the laundry with a red rubber apron, I kissed her holding her tight on her apron.
Around 12 I discovered in the attic the brown rubber sheet used by my nurse. I stole it to wet it as much as I could. When in prep school, after an evening of hard home work I would purposely wet my bed. My mother complained about the "geography map" I left on the mattress and send me to a doctor who could do nothing.
Having be married soon after, I let my wife know about my interest in rubber sheets. She was quit understanding, kept me under reasonable behavior. On travel I knew about hotels and motels where I would find a rubber sheet in the bed.
We had a long life together. We had many children. My wife wanted to make sure they would not know about rubber sheet. 10 years ago I asked on yahoo "bed wetting" and "rubber sheet". That's how I discovered infantilism, DPF and became a DL.
My wife had cancer and died a few years after. Before dying she told me that if our children would know they would have no more respect for me. Alone I get help from once a week soaking my bed and more often wetting diapers. But I do feel diminished.
Written by: Luc
ABDL Stories - Browse Stories from A to Z
Adult Diaper Stories thanks you for your visit. We hope you found a Diaper Story you like. Try using our Google Search Box which will scan 1000's of Diaper Stories and Abdl Stories in seconds for you.
All you need to do is type something in the search box that interests you. Maybe you like the popular Diaper Punishment Stories or Adult Diapers Stories. Do a search for Diaper Girl Stories and you will get too many results.
Trending search terms are below. Feel Free to Use
Diaper Stories - Diaper Story - Adult Diaper Stories - Abdl Stories - Diaper Punishment Stories - Girl Diaper Stories - Girls In Diaper Stories - Abdl Diaper Stories - Forced Diapers Stories - Diaper Stories Girls - Stories Of Girls In Diapers - Forced Wear Diapers Stories - Forced Into Diapers Story - Female Diaper Stories - Men In Diaper Stories - Women Diaper Stories - Abdl Story Pages - Adult Babies Stories - Adult Baby Stories - Age Play Stories - Girls Wearing Diapers Stories - Stories Of Girls Wearing DiapersHome Diaper Stories Abdl Stories Diaper Punishment Girl Diaper Stories Adult Baby Diaper Stories
Submit Your Story | Copyright Issues