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From Zeta
           Reproduced from "Wet Set" magazine #4/5/6 by kind permission
           of the publishers.
           Wet Set, P O Box 392 Turramurra, NSW 2074, Australia.

Story: Aunty Helen

John waddled down the hallway with his pants making a swishing
sound as he went. He had been a very naughty boy during the
night and his pants were warm and wet to prove it. The fly in
his pyjamas was gaping open somewhat and through it could be
seen the unmistakable texture of a pair of plastic baby pants.
It wasn't possible to see his nappies, but the bulge around his
hips made it very obvious that he was wearing them.

Due to his repeated bedwetting John had always been restricted
in where he could sleep the night. He could never go to friends'
places or on camping trips, and he was very unpopular with his
brothers and sisters because the whole family was limited in
where they could go for holidays. One place he could go though
was to visit his mother's friend Helen. Helen was a bit younger
than his Mum, and never having been married she didn't have any
children of her own. John's Mum could never really understand
why he enjoyed going there so much, and she certainly couldn't
understand why Helen put up with his wetting. She apologised for
it on just about every occasion they met, despite Helen's
repeated assurances that she didn't mind.

At home John slept without nappies and the only protection he
used was a plastic sheet covering the mattress. His parents had
insisted on taking him out of nappies when he was ten years old,
and decided instead to make him suffer the inconvenience of wet
sheets and pyjamas and to make him do his own washing. Despite
all the work he made for himself he had continued to wet right
throughout his teenage years, and even now that he was at
college, John was still never sure when he would pee his bed. It
just seemed an impossible task to stay dry, even though he
desperately wanted to, and the only time he ever felt really
comfortable about his wetting was when he visited Helen.

Reaching the door to Helen's room, John gently pushed it open
about a foot, and stuck his head around the corner. 'What is it
sweetheart?', Helen asked as she rolled over in bed to look at
him. 'Is my big baby boy all wet?'

She pulled back the covers on her big bed and beckoned to him to
climb in. 'We can't have you standing there and getting all
cold, can we?'

John waddled over to the bed and climbed in. It was wonderfully
cosy, and the smell and touch of Helen's body gave him a lovely
feeling of warmth and security. She put her arm around his
shoulders as he snuggled down and rested his head against her
breasts, reaching up with her other hand to undo her top
buttons. Through his half closed eyes John could see Helen
lifting one of her breasts towards his face, and instinctively
he opened his mouth as she guided the hard nipple between his
lips. He squeezed his legs hard against the folds of wet nappy
bunched tightly between them, as he savoured the warmth of his
breath reflecting from the soft and smooth surface pressed
against his face.

It wasn't long before he felt the need to pee, but in his
present state of mind, a trip to the bathroom was out of the
question. He pressed Helen's nipple hard against the roof of his
mouth with his tongue, letting the pee start to flow into his
pants. It felt warm and tingling as it flooded from the end of
his penis, only to run back down over it, around his balls, and
settle under the side on which he lay. Letting her nipple fall
temporarily from his mouth he looked up at Helen and spoke in a
slightly babyish voice. 'Aunty Helen. I'm doing wee in my
pants.'

'That's all right darling. You know I don't mind if you have an
accident when you're with me. Boys just can't help themselves
sometimes.'

As he continued to wet John felt a hand slide in under his
pyjamas and cup gently over the warm nappy bulge between his
legs.

'That's right' she cooed. 'Wet yourself for Aunty Helen.'

John hardly needed any encouragement, as he continued to let the
pee flow uncontrolled throughout his pants. Soon the flow began
to ebb, and with Helen's nipple back in his mouth he gave a
little nod to signal that he had finished. Instantly his cock
became as hard as a rock as she expertly pressed his wet nappy
up against his crotch. She knew exactly how he liked to be
masturbated as she had done it many times before, and firmly
moved her hand up and down, paying special attention to that
part of his cock just below the knob. With her hand she moulded
the material of his nappy around the shaft of his cock, creating
a mound in the front of his pants. His cock was so hard the end
was almost poking out the top.

Before long the approaching orgasm began to overtake him as he
felt himself losing control. His whole reason for living at this
point in time was centred solely on the feeling between his
legs. He came with such force that some of it leaked out the top
of his nappy, to be trapped against his side in that area
between the top of his nappy and the elastic waistband of his
baby pants. It felt warm and sticky as he wriggled to get
comfortable again, his tingling erection slowly subsiding until
it nestled snugly and warmly in the folds of his pee soaked
pants.

Right from the start things had always been better at Helen's
place, even when he was younger. For some reason her attitude to
wetting was totally different from that of his parents, and she
was never cross with him for peeing in his pants. He had some
wonderful times over there, and since none of his brothers or
sisters ever went to stay with Helen he always regarded her as
his own special friend. Somehow she made him feel totally at
ease about wearing nappies, even after his parents had taken
them away. She explained to him that she had spent quite a bit
on his 'special things', and saw no reason for him to be
uncomfortable in bed. It was kept a secret from his parents of
course, and John certainly didn't mind. Even when he was young
he suspected that Helen actually enjoyed putting him in nappies,
and that she fully expected him to wet them. He had always
thought that the perfect situation would be if he could be dry
at home, and wet at Helen's, but unfortunately that was not to
be.

He had noticed over the years that his dependence on nappies
while at Helen's had actually grown, rather than decreased as
one would expect. When he first started going there she treated
his wetting in a similar way to his parents, putting his nappies
on just before bed, and getting them off soon after he got up.
Gradually though she began to put them on him a little earlier
each time, until it seemed quite normal to be put in his nappies
straight after dinner. He had slowly developed the habit of
wetting his pants as soon as he got into bed, but the turning
point came when he could no longer wait even this long. It
happened one evening while they were watching TV, and he
suddenly felt a strong need to pee.

He explained to Helen that he needed to go, but somehow was not
at all surprised at her response. She simply said that since he
was in nappies, then he may as well just go in his pants, and
that she would change him before he went to bed. It was quite a
regressive step for John, and he hesitated before letting go -
at least when he was in bed he could close his eyes and pretend
that he was asleep. He wanted to wet though, and when Helen held
out her arm, he snuggled up to her and just let it happen. It
felt totally different from wetting while lying in his bed, and
so much more babyish, especially since he was being cuddled at
the time. Wetting himself with Helen there, and with her
knowledge, gave him a sense of freedom that he had totally
forgotten.

Although his bedwetting at home continued to decline in
frequency, at Helen's things were always different. His wetting
habit there progressed to where he would pee himself whenever he
was in nappies, regardless of whether he was in bed or not.
After a while he no longer even asked permission, and just let
go whenever he felt the need. He never got to the point of
wetting without being aware of it though, and wouldn't have
wanted to, as this would have been disastrous at home. He
resolved not to let this happen after one time at home when he
was daydreaming while doing his homework. He was thinking of
Helen, and all of a sudden heard the pitter patter of water on
the carpet. When he looked down he realised that the water was
his, and he was having a real live accident in his pants. He
managed to hide this episode, but it taught him always to be
aware of his daytime wetting. If he was going to wet his pants,
which he did quite a lot in secret, he wanted to know it was
happening, and never failed to miss every glorious little
sensation from the first drop to the last.

This had been how his baby games had started, and slowly they
progressed to where he was now. He was Helen's grown up big baby
boy. At least he knew, or thought he knew, that he wasn't the
only person his age who still needed to wear nappies to bed.
Virtually for the whole time he had known her, Helen had told
him stories about someone else she sometimes looked after who
also wet the bed at much as he did. It was a girl his own age,
and although he didn't know her name, he felt he knew just about
everything else there was to know about her. Helen had told him
lots of intimate little details, especially things to do with
her wetting. He even knew for example that her secret code for
needing to go to the toilet was 'I need to go visit Lucy.' He
knew that she needed to wear nappies to bed every night, and
also that she had regular accidents in her pants during the day.
Helen had even divulged details of several times she had caught
her deliberately being lazy and having pretend accidents in her
panties after school. He suspected that Helen made the whole
thing up just to make him feel better about his wetting, but
since he enjoyed hearing about her so much he didn't mind if she
was real or not.

Today was to be his last full day at Helen's, and as a result he
was feeling a little down. He didn't get to see her as much
these days - especially since he left school and went to
college. He was obviously too old now to need babysitting during
the holidays, but he always liked to spend at least a few days
with Helen for his mental health. He looked upon his visits with
her as being like a stay at a health farm - somewhere he could
relax and recuperate. Unfortunately he had made plans to spend
the remainder of his holidays with some friends from college,
and would have to say goodbye to Helen the next day.

Apart from the time he spent with Helen, John was pretty much an
average sort of guy for his age. He didn't even wet his bed much
at home anymore, and was generally interested In the same things
that most guys are. Probably number one on his list was girls!
He had had his fair share of girlfriends, although no lasting
relationships, and had certainly never told any of them his
special secret. He was quite a good looking guy, and good at
sports, so he never had any problems attracting members of the
opposite sex. Girls were actually the subject on his mind right
now, as he sat in the sun in Helen's yard, absentmindedly
bouncing a ball off the back fence. He was probably thinking
just a little too much about one particular girl he knew at
college, as he fumbled a throw and the ball went sailing over
the fence. He was in no particular hurry to fetch it, but
eventually dragged himself out of the banana chair, walked over
to the fence and had a peek into the neighbour's yard. He had
little chance of finding the ball due to the length of the
grass, but what he saw diverted his attention entirely. Sunning
herself on the back porch was the most beautiful girl he had
ever seen. She had gorgeous long legs extending out of blue jean
shorts, long light brown hair tied back in pony tail, and a face
he thought he could die for. How had he not seen this girl
before? He stood there staring for so long that eventually she
noticed him, and asked what he wanted. John was momentarily lost
for words, but managed to splutter out how he had lost
something. The ball of course didn't concern him at all, so
instead he quickly introduced himself, and explained how he was
staying with Helen.

John was really quite good at small talk, and before long they
were chatting away like old friends. Her name was Nicole, and
even though she had lived there for most of her life, they
discovered the reason they had not met before was that John
always visited Helen during the holidays, while she was away
with her parents. This time however she had decided to stay at
home on her own. They were getting on quite well, and soon John
had jumped the fence and joined her on the back porch. They
continued to talk for a couple of hours, and as they did he
couldn't help thinking there was something familiar about her.
Things she told him, such as having been born in England, and
how her Dad worked for IBM, all seemed to jog something in his
memory, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It didn't really
matter though one way or the other, since he knew he was making
a good impression. When she invited him to come over for dinner
that evening to continue their conversation, he couldn't believe
his luck.

Possibly just as surprising as his luck in scoring an invitation
to dinner with Nikki was the reaction he got from Helen. He was
a bit unsure how to tell her that he wanted to go next door
rather than spend their last evening meal together, but Helen
was delighted.

'That's a wonderful idea' she said, 'If I had known Nikki was at
home I would have suggested you get together with her myself.
You two are so similar I'm sure you'll have a great time.'

He couldn't believe how easy it had been, and although he did
feel a little guilty at leaving Helen, his thoughts for the rest
of the afternoon were with Nikki. It seemed like forever, but
eventually he found himself knocking on her door, and then
sitting down in her lounge room. They got on famously and found
they had lots in common to talk about. They had a relaxing and
informal meal sitting on the floor in the lounge, and probably
drank a little too much alcohol. There was plenty of beer in the
fridge, and Nikki even helped herself to a bottle of wine from
her father's cellar. As the evening wore on their conversation
became a little more intimate as they talked more about
themselves, and eventually they were sitting quite close to one
another. John didn't try to hide the fact that he found her
attractive, and could tell from her body language that Nikki was
also enjoying the attention.

With the atmosphere just right, and a little help from the
alcohol, it seemed only natural when they finally ended up on
the couch together entwined in each others arms, with Nikki
sitting on his lap as he slowing and sensuously explored her
body with his hands. As he kissed her on the lips and on her
face and neck, he first caressed her breasts with their hard
little nipples, before starting at the knees to work his way up
her thighs. He smoothed his hand gently over the inside of both
her thighs, waiting for even the slightest sign that Nikki
wanted him to go further. She did of course, and had been
looking forward to it all evening just as he had. So as soon as
he felt her legs parting, he moved his hand up to begin
massaging her crotch. Nikki's shorts were pulled tight between
her legs, tight enough in fact that John could both see and feel
the shape and outline of her pussy through the now damp
material.

Everything was perfect, and he was just thinking of the next
step when he heard Nikki say in a soft and dreamy voice that
maybe she better go to the bathroom first. She made no move to
get up however, and not wanting to spoil the mood, he encouraged
her to stay by kissing her even more passionately than before.
Several minutes passed before she sighed and spoke again.

'I don't really want to, but I think I should go this time
John.'

'No I don't want you to go either,' he whispered. 'Stay just a
little longer, and then maybe we'll both go.'

Nikki put up no resistance and still made no moves to pull away.
Instead she opened and closed her thighs over his hand a few
times, pressing it firmly against her pussy, and opened her
mouth wider so their tongues met and entwined. John could only
suspect she might be enjoying the feeling of having a full
bladder, but certainly knew it was turning him on. The thought
of what might happen in those tight little pants was almost too
much for him.

Suddenly Nikki pulled her lips away and in a slightly fearful
and squeaky tone stammered 'John, if I don't go and visit Lucy
soon I think I'm going to have an accident.'

Then it suddenly clicked. 'Oh my God', he thought, nearly aloud,
'That was the same expression for going to the toilet used by
the girl Helen had told him about. It must be, it has to be -
it's her!'

He then quickly went over in his mind all the other things that
had made Nikki seem so familiar, and realised that if Helen
really had looked after someone else over all those years, who
could be a more likely candidate than the girl living next door.
He soon concluded that it was real - sitting there on his lap
was a girl who wet her bed, who wore nappies like he did, and
for whom accidents in her panties were a common occurrence!

Just as he was trying to decide what to do, and the best way to
take advantage of the situation, Nikki brought him back to the
present. He would just have to play it by ear, and hope that
everything would fall into place. His only fear was that he
might come too soon, as the rhythmic movements of Nikki's bum
against his penis as she squirmed and wriggled on his lap were
more than he could bear.

'John! I really think I'm about to have to have an accident.
You'll have to let me up. I'm almost doing it.'

'Well if it's have gone that far, there's no point in fighting
it is there? You probably wouldn't make it anyway. I won't be
angry - just let it happen. It wouldn't be the first pee soaking
for these jeans.

'I'm serious John. I'm really going to wet myself. Are you sure
you won't be cross with me?'

'Are you kidding? You must be able to feel how hard I am. Just
sit here and kiss me - kiss me really hard, and don't stop until
you've finished what you have to do.'

Nikki looked up at him with a warm and dreamy glow in her eyes.
As she parted her lips for the kiss, John knew that his fantasy
was about to become real. Her breath was warm and sexy on his
face, and as he explored her lips with his own, he realised that
she had stopped moving. With his arms tightly around her he felt
the moment that her body relaxed, and from her kiss he sensed
that it was starting. He also sensed her desire, just as strong
as his, and knew for certain that she wanted to do it.

At first he couldn't tell if the warmth around his penis was
just his own excitement, but warm soon became hot as Nikki's pee
bubbled through her panties and shorts to soak down between his
legs and around his balls. It flowed forever, soaking his lap,
the tops of his legs, under his bum, the couch and everything.
He felt somehow that he was part of her, feeling what she was
feeling, and sharing the wonderful sensations of her pissy wet
accident. There was no way out now, his penis had started to
throb, and even before she had finished wetting, he was pushing
out in spasms what he had been storing for this moment.

All too soon he felt Nikki begin to pull away gently. Her
bladder was empty and she obviously wanted to end their kiss. He
didn't really mind though, because he was keen to see the extent
of the damage. He glanced down at Nikki's shorts, and could see
that not only were they soaked and stained a deep dark blue, but
they were still glistening from the pee that had still to soak
away. Between her legs and around her around her pussy was
especially wet and shiny, and he even caught sight of the last
little spurt as it gave away the location of her most intimate
place. What a glorious sight she was sitting on his lap - a
gorgeous young thing with pissy wet shorts, and a stain soaking
up the front of her tee shirt as if heading for her nipples
which were poking visibly through the material.

From looking at her breasts he moved his eyes up to her face. He
couldn't stop from gazing at her, and wanted to say how he felt,
but there just didn't seem to be any words that could say it.
Her face showed her embarrassment at having peed in her pants,
but he also sensed a kind of mischievous glee. Despite having
only just come, he could feel himself getting hard again, and
was now starting to think of what further delights lay
underneath her wet shorts and panties. Someone had to make the
next move, so he took hold of her firmly, and turned her over on
his lap. He had never spanked a woman before, and certainly
never one who had wet her pants, but looking down at her wet
shorts stretched tightly over bum, he figured that he would
probably never get a better opportunity.

Nikki possibly sensed what was coming, but she didn't struggle,
and instead just ground her pussy into his leg. Whack! 'That's
for being a naughty girl and wetting your pants.' 'Oh yes I know
I'm a naughty girl. I should have gone to the bathroom.'

Then even before he realised what he was saying, he smacked her
again, and the words just came out. Whack! 'And that's for being
a lazy little girl and still wetting your bed.'

'Oh yes. Spank me for wetting my bed. I'm just too lazy to get
up.'

Whack! 'And that's for being a big baby who wears nappies every
night.'

'I know. I know I'm a bad girl. I just can't help it.' John was
delirious with sexual excitement, and so quite obviously was
Nikki, not even realising what they had just said to each other.
He pushed her off the couch and onto the floor so that she was
on her hands and knees. He ran his hands over her wet behind,
and slipped one in between her legs to feel the warmth and
wetness of her hot pissy shorts. Although he hardly needed any
encouragement, the sound of Nikki undoing her own zipper was cue
enough for him to pull off her soggy shorts and slide them down
her legs, along with her yellow stained white cotton panties.
Her pussy was wet and glistening, and her lips so moist and
swollen with excitement that when he pressed the throbbing end
of his penis between them, he slid straight into her without any
need to guide it at all.

The two of them made love on the lounge room floor like neither
had ever done before, and having come not so long before, John
was able to hold himself back until the very end. Nikki too was
in heaven, and had never felt so hot and sexy. There she was on
her hands and knees, dirty and wet and smelling of pee, being
filled with John's cock. The embarrassment at having pissed
herself in front of such a gorgeous looking guy only served to
make her feel even hornier. When they finally climaxed, both
fell to the floor exhausted, holding and cuddling each other in
the warm afterglow.

They lay there like that for a few minutes, until the reality of
what had been said between them started to dawn on Nikki. In the
heat of the moment she hadn't realised that John obviously knew
all about her bedwetting and nappy wearing, but now she was
starting to blush a deep shade of red. It was obviously Helen
who betrayed her confidence, and humiliated as she was, she
still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

'John. Maybe I was hearing things, but did you say something
before about me wetting my bed?'

John was momentarily lost for words. He couldn't even remember
exactly what had been said, but he knew he'd given the game
away. At first he thought he might try to back his way out of
it, but soon realised the potential of where a full confession
might lead.

Colin and Nikki lay there together on the piss soaked carpet,
both of them totally lost for words. Having just shared the most
erotic moment of their lives, words would not normally have been
required, but in the heat of the moment John had let slip that
he knew all about Nikki's secret. He stared at the soggy little
bundle of Nikki's wet shorts and panties lying on the floor in
front of him as he tried to remember exactly what he had said.
His private thoughts were soon interrupted however.

'Come on, tell me,' demanded Nikki, 'what made you think to
mention that I still wet my bed? I want to know what Helen has
been saying.'

She had propped herself up on her elbow, and although keen to
get some answers out of John, seemed unconcerned about her
appearance. The whole bottom half of her t-shirt was saturated
with her own pee, and clung sensuously to her skin. She was
naked from the waist down, and John couldn't keep his eyes from
straying to her wet pussy, with glistening drops of pee still
suspended in the blond pubic hair. He moved slightly awkwardly
across the floor on his side and held her close as he started
stroking her hair.

'I'm sorry,' he began tentatively, 'but please know that I
wasn't trying to make fun of you, and it's really not how you're
thinking at all. You're right that Helen gave me the idea, but
she never mentioned you directly. I know you're not going to
believe me, but I still wet my bed too, and Helen just told me
about a girl she knew to make me feel better.'

'You're right' Nikki interrupted, slightly miffed, 'I don't
believe you. You're just saying that to worm your way out of
it.'

'No it's true, I promise.' John pulled at the bottom of his
shirt and lifted it up several inches. He then grabbed hold of
Nikki's hand, and placing her fingers just above his pubic line,
he stroked them back and forwards across his skin. 'Feel that?'
he asked, 'it's the mark from the waistband of the plastic pants
I wear to bed every night. They're a bit small for me, and they
tend to leave a permanent indentation.'

Nikki took over the motion herself, and then moved her hand to
the tops of his thighs to see if there were marks there too. Her
eyes began to widen as she realised what he was saying must be
true. Next she transferred her hand to her own tummy, but
finding only the faintest of marks, looked up and grinned. 'I
guess mine must be a better fit. I've got special ones for big
bedwetters like me. Maybe I should loan you some.' John began to
smile too, and they both started laughing. John looked down
again at the marks on His skin, and was grateful he thought of
them at the right time.

Realising what Nikki would surely want to know next, he decided
to jump right in and preempt her. 'You see, when Helen told me
about this girl who wet her bed every night and still had to
wear nappies, I didn't believe the story myself at first, but
when I saw the look of ecstasy on your face as you wet your
pants, it just seemed to dawn on me that this girl had to be
you.' 'There was of course the extra clue of Nikki having used
the secret code word for going to the bathroom, but he decided
it was best not to mention it.

It seemed now that there was nothing more that could not be
shared between them. So, lying there together on the wet carpet
looking into each others eyes, cuddling, fondling, and
occasionally stopping for a kiss, they proceeded to share all
the joys and despairs of being bedwetters. They described for
each other the humiliation of being put in nappies every night,
and the fear of their friends finding out, but also the blissful
feeling of lying in bed, all cozy and warm, in a state of semi
consciousness, and having a warm accident. Nikki told him of
some of the times she had dozed off during the day, including
once at a party, when she had completely wet herself in front of
all her friends. In return he admitted to the games he used to
play when alone in the house, such as dressing up in nappies and
pretending to take a nap, all for the pleasure of peeing in his
pants.

It soon became clear that they were both dedicated wetters, and
would probably never want to give up the joys of wearing nappies
to bed. It was the sort of thing they could have talked about
all night but the carpet was getting cold, and Nikki suggested
they take a shower together. They bundled up their wet clothes
and left them in a pile in the bathroom before spending the next
half hour exploring each others bodies with soapy hands. The
smell from their pee soaked clothes in the corner joined the
steam from the shower to create an atmosphere full of deja vu
for both of them. It reminded Nikki of the time she had not worn
nappies to bed, and had taken her morning shower with a pile of
her wet sheets sitting in the bath.

With a warm glow from the shower and the events of earlier that
evening, John settled back on Nikki's bed as he watched her
preparing to dry her hair. As he sat down the distinctive
crackling sound of Nikki's plastic sheet was obvious to both of
them, and despite what they had already shared, she still
blushed a deep shade of red. There was just something about
having a friend sit on her bed that always made her embarrassed.
John enjoyed her reaction, and moved about deliberately, but the
crackle was soon drowned out by the noise of the hair dryer.
Having given her bathrobe to John, she was wearing one which
belonged to her younger sister, and it only just reached the top
of her thighs. She really did look gorgeous, with her long wet
hair, and barely concealed breasts bobbing up and down as she
moved the dryer up and down.

In the comfort of Nikki's bed, John found himself dozing off,
and suddenly awake about half an hour later to see Nikki
standing beside him. She had changed out of the bathrobe into an
equally small and revealing baby doll nightie. Her dark nipples
were plainly visible through the filmy material, but it was what
was visible down below that really commanded his attention.
Without any warning Nikki had changed herself into nappies and
baby pants! Only the top few inches were hidden by her nightie,
and he could see nearly all of her pink plastic pants, stretched
tight, and bulging with thick layers of soft fleecy nappy.
Although blushing profusely, Nikki proceeded to lift the hem of
her nightie up almost to her breasts, and pulled at the
waistband of the baby pants with her free band.

'See what a good fit they are,' she said, 'and they don't leak
either if I have an accident. Here, I've got a pair for you!'

Nikki held up an identical pair of plastic pants, and two big
white nappies, which she had previously placed at the end of the
bed. John felt like protesting at first, but Nikki was firmly in
command of the situation, and soon had him completely under her
spell. She had him lay straight out on the bed, and then
motioned for him to lift up his knees, and as he did so the
bathrobe fell open to wholly expose himself. He began to feel
humiliated, but also very turned on as Nikki expertly folded
the nappies into a triangle and slipped them under his dutifully
raised bottom. She then lifted the front of the nappy up between
his legs and pulled it firmly over his now erect penis. 'Now I
know you're too big to wear nappies,' she teased, 'but it's best
to be sure when sleeping over at someone else's house.' 

She grinned mischievously at him, fully aware that she was
causing him maximum embarrassment, but still she went on. 'I
hope you're going to try to be a good boy tonight and not have
an accident in my bed. I'm going to, but I'm allowed to be
naughty in my own bed.'

John found Nikki's teasing very arousing, and felt as if in a
daze as she pulled the baby pants up his legs. Although he had
felt all the sensations countless times before, now they seemed
to take on a new significance. It was one thing to have his
mother or Helen dress him this way, but never before had he
been able to share his love of nappies with someone his own age.
It truly was a dream come true. Nikki held out a large t-shirt
he put on himself, and then indicated for him to move over so
she could get into bed. It was warm and cozy under the covers,
and Nikki's twin bed was luckily large enough for the two of
them, yet small enough that they had to cuddle up together to be
comfortable. John held Nikki close to him, and putting his hand
on her bottom pulled her padded crotch against his. The pressure
of the padding on his penis felt wonderful, and he could only
imagine that Nikki felt the same. He wanted to savour the
moment, and tried to stay awake, but as he felt Nikki begin to
slip away from him, he too succumbed.

Despite having the girl of his fantasies beside him, John slept
very soundly, and didn't stir until the following morning. He
had a vague memory of half waking during the night needing a
pee, but he could not remember anything after that. He did
remember though where he was, and rolled over to put his arm
around Nikki, resting his head on the pillow just a few inches
from her face. Still asleep, and with a contented smile on her
face, she looked absolutely adorable. John just lay there
looking at her, feeling her warm breath on his cheek, and he
couldn't help wondering if the smile on her face was because she
had the same feeling in her pants as he did. With the
combination of having Nikki beside him, and the usual need to
take his early morning pee, he had by now a huge erection. The
shaft of his penis was nestled snugly into the warm wet folds of
his nappy, with the end just poking out the top. His mind was
filled with the thought of Nikki's pussy enclosed inside its hot
little cocoon of pee soaked material, and he couldn't resist the
urge to slip his hand down between her thighs. Sure enough, he
could feel the warm plastic of her baby pants covering what was
obviously a very wet nappy.

'I guess you've discovered I had a little accident last night,'
said Nikki in a soft and dreamy voice. John was a bit startled
and moved his hand away, but she immediately raised her top leg
and pulled his thigh across and jammed it up into her crotch.

'That's better,' she cooed, reaching around and putting her hand
squarely on his bum, 'now I can feel what a naughty boy you've
been as well!' They began kissing each other gently on the face
and lips, and moving their bodies slowly against one another.
John could feel the top edge of his nappy massaging his
erection, but resisted taking full advantage of it. In any case,
his bladder was very full, and it was his usual morning habit to
pee his pants again before masturbating. He started to wonder
what Nikki usually did about her morning pee, and although he
found the possibilities very exciting, he concentrated hard to
get his erection down.

As he felt it begin to subside, he knew he wanted to pee quite
badly, but wasn't sure whether to say something first, or just
to let it happen. He had almost made up his mind when he
suddenly heard Nikki let out a little sigh. He looked at her and
saw that she had her mouth open and her eyes shut, but more than
that he felt the hot flush against his leg. 

'I'm sorry John,' she whispered, 'I'm just too lazy to get out
of bed, and there's no point in trying to be a big girl when
you've got nappies on.' That was all he needed, and within
seconds his pants were filled with a wonderful hot flush,
bubbling and flowing all around his middle.

As he continued to wet his pants, he kissed Nikki gently on her
cheeks and forehead, and listened to the barely audible words of
ecstasy that were flowing from her lips. 'Oh God, I'm wetting
myself, and it feels so good. It makes my pussy so warm. Pull my
nappy off quick, I want you to fuck me while I'm still peeing.'
Without even waiting for help Nikki yanked at her pants and had
them down around her knees within seconds. Warm pee sprayed all
over the sheets and John's legs. 'Come on,' she urged, 'don't
worry about the bed, get your nappy off and piss on my cunt
before it's too late.' John could hardly believe what he was
hearing, but he had no trouble getting his penis over the top of
his plastic pants, and aimed the still strong stream directly at
Nikki. At first it soaked her nightie and went all over her
tits, but she quickly lifted it out of the way to feel it
directly on her skin. Her own pee sprayed aimlessly down her
legs and onto the sheets, just like all the times she had wet
the bed without nappies.

As his stream began to ebb, John quickly kicked off his nappies
and plastic pants and slipped his hand in between Nikki's now
widely spread legs. He felt the last few drops trickling down
her pussy lips, but more than that he could feel the wetness of
her sexual excitement. His cock now fully erect he rolled over
on top and guided himself between her waiting thighs. He entered
her easily, his cock sliding smoothly in as far it would go, and
as he began to pump with slow even strokes, he suddenly felt
something being dragged in underneath him. Somehow Nikki had
managed to fish the wet nappies from the bottom of the bed, and
was using them to massage her breasts and nipples. She looked up
at him and smiled sexily. 'I know you must think I'm a dirty
girl, but I just can't help myself. I need to feel the wet nappy
against me, and to smell the pee when I come. In fact I think
I'm going to come now.'

At that point there was no holding back for either of them, and
they climaxed in unison amidst their own wet nappies, the soaked
sheets, and the pools of pee on the plastic sheet. For two
confirmed bedwetters and pants pissers there could never be a
more fulfilling moment, and both of them realised they had found
their perfect match.

No words were spoken as they lay holding each other in the mess,
until a key was heard turning in the door. Even if there had
been time to panic, there was little they could have done, but
it was certainly a relief to see that it only Helen.

'Hope you don't mind?' she said with a big grin on her face. 'I
used the spare key to let myself in, as I thought you might like
breakfast in bed. So how are my two big babies this morning?'

John looked at Nikki, then they both looked at Helen. Then all
three looked at the soaking wet sheets, and the little piles of
wet nappies that had been kicked onto the floor. There was
really only one way to describe their state, but it was left to
Helen to say it. 'Well I knew if you two spent the night
together that things would get pretty soggy! Not to worry
though, we'll get it all cleaned up later.'

John had a feeling that somehow Helen had helped to arrange this
whole thing, and that maybe his 'chance' meeting with Nikki had
been no accident. He had a lot to thank her for, and couldn't
help thinking there were still surprises to come. He had already
decided he wouldn't be meeting his friends for the remainder of
his holiday, but he still wasn't prepared for what Helen said
next.

'OK you two,' she announced, 'the rest of your holiday is on me.
For the next two weeks I'll be doing the babysitting, and the
only rule is that the toilet is out of bounds. If you need to go
to the bathroom, you're both just going to have to do it in your
pants!'

John looked over at Nikki. Even though she had her thumb in her
mouth, he could still discern a smile on her lips. She also had
a wicked glint in her eye, and be was now sure that she and
Helen had set him up. He couldn't have been happier though, and
sliding back down into the wet bed, he closed his eyes and
dreamed of what was to come.