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Hospital Deams

It all started one night when I was around twelve years old and I 'volunteered' to help mum out at work. She was a special-needs pediatric nurse back then and while I wasn't naturally old enough to do any of that work what I could do was mind the more 'normal kids' who were nearer to my own age.

So it was that I first got to see someone only a few years younger than me dressed like a baby and I started to wonder what it would be like to do that, or rather to be that. That's right, I actually wondered what it would be like to be dressed like a little kid, in shorts, with a big nappy underneath, covered in plastic pants, that would crinkle and crackle whenever you walked.

Of course there was no way I was going to tell my mum what I was thinking, and certainly wasn't going to ask her to get me those clothes, as even as understanding as she was, I realised that was just a step - or several steps - too far, so I just had to think of another way. Which I did.

The idea was so simplistic that I couldn't believe it. When I wasn't babysitting at the hospital I was at home alone, which gave me perfect access to everything I wanted, which in this case was just a couple of dish towels which were, I released pretty much just like the sorts of cloth nappies I'd see at the hospital.

That night, in my bedroom, after mum had gone to bed, I used four of them, piled on top of each other. Carefully laid them out on my bed, along with a couple of large safety pins I'd borrowed from mum's sewing kit. I then took my clothes and once laying on top of the nappies, pinned myself into them.

The feeling was every bit as wonderful as I thought it would be. Standing up, looking in the mirror the sight of the nappy pinned around my middle was really weird and yet at the same time satisfying. I then put my pyjamas on over the top, which pretty much hid them, although not quite as it was still clear, if you looked hard enough anyway, that I had a padded rear end.

My experiment might have ended right then had I not then heard the sounds of Mum getting up and panicked. The chances of her coming into my room once my door was closed was very slim but I couldn't take the chance and jumped into bed. Pulled the covers up and pretended to be asleep just in case. Trouble was, long before I heard mum return from the bathroom I was actually asleep.

The following morning I work up early for my paper round, and couldn't believe that I'd slept in the nappies all night. But I also couldn't believe just how great it had felt to do so. All the same, and with some reluctance I then took the makeshift nappy off, and got dressed so I could do the paper round before school.

Again things could have stayed there, had my mind not moved onto the next stage of wearing a nappy and that was to actually use one for the intended purpose. Thankfully my time at the hospital had taught me that nappies alone weren't good enough. You needed some sort of plastic pants to go over the top of them but just where would I get something like that?

The hospital, of course had them, but mum was well like there so I knew a lot of the staff, so that wouldn't work, so instead I had to go to one of the local chemists instead.

Picking the biggest one, at the far end of my paper round, I waited until I had all the money for the month and went shopping.

The shelves in the baby department seemed to go on for ever, meaning that I had to walk up and down with my heart pounding, looking over all the shelves until I could find the largest size they had which, according to the sizing chart on the back were made for really fat toddlers but which should also fit a somewhat small and skinny fourteen year old as well. At least I hoped so.

It was a nerve wracking time going to the counter and paying for the plastic pants, which at least were wrapped up, and even more so as I hurried out of the store sure someone would come up behind me and ask what I was doing buy baby stuff, but no one did and I was soon at home.

I had to wait until the night before I could try them one, leading to an evening when I could think of nothing else, until finally mum sent us both to bed, and once more I got to put my nappy on.

It was a struggle to pull the plastic pants up over my nappy, leading to a tight fit that only just managed to take all of the nappy bits inside it, but it worked, and looked rather good as I studied myself in the mirror. The plastic making the nappy seem so much tidier than it had on its own, if somewhat more bulky. BUt the real test was still to come.

Surprisingly, wetting myself proved to be much harder than I ever thought it would be. For some reason I just couldn't wee on command, and try as hard as I might nothing would come out. So in the end, after nearly an hour of trying I had to admit defeat and pulled on my pyjamas trousers, and got into bed.

The following morning my heart once more jumped when I realised what I was wearing, but as before I had to take them off before I could go out and deliver papers which seemed such a shame although I knew I was going to try again the next night.

Night time rolled around fairly quickly which was a surprise as I'd spent most of the evening drinking as much as I could. Having spent the remainder of my money on the cheapest, frizziest soda I could find, I'd drunk it all in the time leading up to bed, so that by the time I was in my room pulling out my supplies I was getting a bit desperate to relieve myself.

Carefully I pinned on the nappies, and then struggled to get the plastic pants pulled all the way up over the nappy, so I could stuff all the bits of the towel inside all the way around.

By the time all that was done, I really needed a wee badly so figured that this was going to be now or never. I just needed to work out how.

I tried laying down on the bed, as that's how the kids at the hospital wet themselves but that didn't work, so I had to go back to the tried and tested method of standing up like I was in front of a urinal and letting go that way.

Then it happened. I finally released a little bit of wee into the nappy. It was only the tiny amount despite how badly I needed to go but once I had the method right then the rest followed very quickly.

The full load of my bladder rushed out into the nappy, flowing and spreading throughout the cloth in a way that was very weird and yet, felt so great that I just didn't want to stop. Not that once started I could have stopped until it was all over anyway.

When it was all done and I was very wet, another idea came to me. Rather than changing why not wear the wet nappy all night like the kids at the hospital did, as after all, wasn't that what they were made for. SO I did it, climbing into bed as if I was in a dream.

THe dream ended the following morning when I woke up still in the nappy which I was surprised to discover weren't that wet anymore although my sheets were. CLearly I'd just peed way too much for the nappy to hold which was one problem. The other more instant one was that I had to do something about the sheets.

Panicking a bit, I pulled of the nappy and the plastic pants, into a bin bag I had ready for just that job, and then stripped the bed, throwing everything into the bin bag which, once back from the paper round, and with mum safely at the hospital I could wash along with the rest of my clothes just like I always did.

I continued on wearing and wetting my nappies for the next few weeks, right up until my next pay day when I once more returned to the large chemists and feeling a little braver now wondered around picking up a few bits and pieces to add to my collection as well as some more plastic pants, as the first pair I had and already split.

I already had a some baby bottles and even a couple of dummies in my basket by the time I wondered into the clothing section and from something that really excited my brain. All in one footed sleepers, hanging on a wrack that couldn't have looked more babyish if they'd tried. They were also the very things that the boys at the hospital wore, and which seemed to make their nappies all the more obvious. So I just had to get something like that.

There was naturally nothing in the chemists baby section that was going to be large enough to fit me, but then a thought came to me about the hospital's charity shop where they sold of old clothes left there by patients after they left, and that's where I found them

It was fittingly enough baby blue in colour, with a zip that ran up the back, and tucked under the white collar at the back. The cuffs on the wrists were in a similar white but this was made of elastic as was the ones around the ankles, and the waist, and I couldn't wait to wear it, although I had to.

That night, after making sure mum was asleep I crept out of bed, slowly opened the bottom drawer where my clothes were stored and took out the nappies, plastic pants, and of course the footed pyjamas.

Slipping into the nappies and plastic pants with practised ease, then put my bare feet into the legs of the new pyjamas, and started pulling them up. The elastic around the waist was a bit tricky to get over the nappy but once that was done, they stayed up by themselves which allowed me to put my arms into the sleeves and then to urge the rest of the top up to my shoulders from where I could reach around behind myself and pull the zip up my back until I was fully encased in the garment.

Moving to the mirror I was instantly taken by how young I looked. Even younger than when I'd been wearing the nappy on its own, or even with the plastic pants. Oddly, the nappy looked even more obvious now it was covered than it had been when it had been on full display which was both odd and interesting.

So that's how I continued to spend the night, right up until the time that I got to spend the night at the hospital.

Chapter two:

Mum was working all night, which is why I volunteered to look after the little kid again although only for a few hours. Or at least that was official line anyway. In reality I was fully intending to spend the entire night there, just like the other kids were.

On the day in question I was out of school and to the hospital as fast as I could complete with my extra school bag that was actually my over night bag containing as it did those extra bits I would be needing that night, to make my stay as much fun as possible.

As usual the other nurses were pleased to see me, almost as much as I was pleased to be there, although I doubt they had an erection just from walking into the ward, like I did.

I had homework to do first, so I did that before setting about joining in with the others, helping out here and there, while trying not to stay all that obviously as those who were still wearing nappies, even when their plastic pants would peek out from underneath the waists of their shorts.

Dinner time came around, and while I was meant to go down to the canteen and get something to eat I couldn't do that, when mum was on duty as she would wonder why I hadn't gone home already so instead I elected to stay with the kids on the ward and have what they were having.

The nature of the ward I was helping on meant that the dinner was a sort of baby food which the nurses apologised for giving me but which, in truth I didn't mind at all. It actually didn't taste all that bad, to be honest.

A short while later I was informed that it was bed time and that I would have to leave,which I appeared to do, although instead of heading down to the main entrance, instead, I headed to a side ward I'd discovered on a previous trip. This was used for the really bad kids but wasn't currently being used, leaving it empty, and with me all by myself, which not surprisingly was just how I wanted it.

The room I picked was at the far end of the corridor, with a large door that could be locked with a key I'd taken from the nurses station, so there was no chance I'd be discovered until I was finished.

Like all other two rooms, it was furnished out with all the supplies you would need for a disruptive special needs kid, with nappies plastic pants and other things around the walls, while in the centre was an over sized crib that came complete with not just a side that could be raised but a top that could be pulled over the top and even locked which seemed like over kill seeing as there was also restraints attached to the mattress to make sure the occupant could barely more, let alone actually get up.

Nervous and so very excited I made a quick round of the room picking up the supplies I would need, before dumping them all on the bed, seemingly at the same time as I took my own clothes off.

I didn't stay naked for long, as that wasn't the experience I was after. Instead, I pulled out tubs of baby powder and liberally applied it around the parts where it would go until it looked like I was wearing a white, and nicely smelling pair of underpants.

Then came the full sized 'youth' nappies the hospital supplied and quickly put it on, sealing the tapes up as tight as I could get, even though this took several attempts to get right and the nappy on right.

Being real, and designed for older bladders these nappies were a lot ticker than the tea towels I'd been using especially between the legs, which forced my thighs apart slightly making it trick for me to bend down and put my feet into the plastic pants with their extra strong, thick, yet clear finish, and a small lock at the waist that would prevent the wearer from taking them off.

My own footed pyjamas should have been next but I didn't think I'd get them on over seeing that I could barely bend down due to the bulk around my middle and anyway, they probably wouldn't have gone over the nappy so I left them off and instead climbed up onto the crib mattress instead.

The crib was large enough for me to both lay down fully stretched out and to kneel up, which although tricky with the nappy on, did allow me to pull the side of the crib up until it was latched into place. The top was a bit easier as that just slid across, and also latched into place with a loud click that sent a thrill right through me.

Sitting back down again, I took a moment to look around at the prison cage I'd now locked myself into before getting down to putting the bed restraints on myself.

I started with my legs, placing my ankles in the padded cuffs, which I buckled down around them, leaving them slightly spread out, and secure.

Finally I was able to lay down, which was a relief as that was a lot more comfortable than sitting up, even if it meant I could no longer actually see my feet due to the size of the nappy I was wearing.

Reaching behind my head, I found the dummy I'd selected from the choice in one of the drawers and which I pushed into my mouth, until the bulb was snuggly fitted behind my teeth and the face plate was tight on my lips. At this point I raised my head up so I could pass the strap attached to the dummy behind my head, and buckle it in place so I wouldn't be able to spit the dummy out and start shouting down the ward like the special needs kids would do. Of course, I wasn't likely to do that. But I wanted the full experience which is why I also used the mittens.

There was a second strap that went across the mattress just under my back, and from where a second buckle could be pulled up over my chest and tightened so I couldn't sit up, that had to be done first as I wouldn't be able to do it once the mittens were on.

Forcibly working by touch alone now, I located the mittens on either side of me. These were pre-fastened down to the very edges of the crib mattress and were intended to prevent the patient from removing their nappy, which I wasn't about to do but all the same I slipped my hands inside until I felt them start to grip my wrists, when I pulled back again to make sure my wrists were caught inside.

There it was done. I lay there revelling in the new sensation of not being able to move, and with a bulkiness in my groin that was so much better than anything I'd ever felt before, knowing that it wouldn't be too long before I would be wetting myself and that I'd 'have' to lay in it all night, until such time as I could release myself, once the automatic locks released themselves in time for morning rounds, and I couldn't have been happier.

The End