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I asked myself how the story about Susan and her husband would continue. So I continued writing today. I hope you enjoy part 2. My journey back to childhood – Part 2 We paid the bill and I stood up. I was amazed at how heavy and thick my diaper had become. I had peed much more than I had thought. Fortunately, since I was wearing fairly tight jeans, the diaper wasn't bulging. But I was sure it was noticeable. It was the first time I had worn such a full diaper in public, and I expected everyone to stare at my thick butt and wonder about my strange appearance. I just hoped there weren't any stains, especially since we were now walking back to the waiter who was holding our coats in the cloakroom. “Here you are,” he said, obviously looking down at my pants. When we were outside, Susan laughed, “I doubt we can take a taxi now. The driver would be a little horrified.” I dared to look and saw two dark, wet stains on the front of my pants. Not too big, but very visible. The waiter must have noticed them too. I felt childish and exposed on our 15-minute walk home. During our walk, Susan told me about our new home in Seattle and showed me a picture of it. It was completely white and looked much bigger than the house we had now. “Isn't it beautiful?” she asked. “I'm going to look at it next weekend and get the keys. And I'm also planning a little surprise for you and your new role.” “My new role?” I wondered, but hesitated to ask Susan about it. Instead, I just asked her if she could tell me more about the surprise. "Not yet, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll like it. By the way, I've already talked to your boss about our move and your new situation. He was very friendly and told me that for the time being, you can continue to work full-time from home as before. But instead of three days, it's now five. You just have to participate in online conferences from time to time and receive your work assignments." At home, Susan asked me to take off my pants and lie down on our bed with a protective cover. I did as she asked and waited for her to change me. She came back wearing latex household gloves and with baby oil in her hands. She had also taken off her skirt and was now standing there in just her white blouse, lace panties, and white stockings. “Now let's see how our little baby boy is doing. Lie down and lift your legs,” she ordered. She opened my diapers and instead of my warm piss, I felt coldness around my lower body. But when Susan stroked my penis with her hands, it became warm again—and I got a full erection. “Oh, what a happy little baby penis,” she smiled and poured some oil on the tip of my penis. It ran down, covering my testicles and finally my asshole. Then she massaged all parts, even penetrating my rear with one of her fingers and moving it back and forth inside me. It was the first time she had done that, and I felt like I was in heaven. With one hand around my penis and one finger inside me, she moved her hands faster and faster until I ejaculated violently and my whole body trembled with excitement. Finally, Susan lifted my wet diaper and pressed it against my penis to squeeze out all the semen. Then I saw her collect most of my ejaculate, pull down her slip, and spread the semen in and around her vagina. “Let's just put your little one in a new diaper, then it's my turn.” This time, she had chosen a colorful diaper with little monsters on it for the change. One that I didn't have in my suitcase, and I assumed she had ordered it online for me. I stood up and Susan made herself comfortable on our bed, stretching out and showing me unmistakably what to do next: lick her pussy. It felt very humiliating to lick her and my own semen. Especially since my own arousal had disappeared after my ejaculation, with my tiny cock secured and wrapped up again. But Susan loved it, and I wanted to serve her. “I want you to lick it all up,” she said. “At least now we know what to do with your useless semen.” As she said that, Susan cried out and had a violent orgasm. Susan was right about my semen. It was useless. After we got married, she immediately tried to get pregnant. A boy and a girl were her dream. But it didn't work. She went to the doctor to check if she was fertile, and after that was confirmed, I went for an examination. And then we got the bad news: I had an OAT-syndrome and was infertile. Perhaps this also explained my low sexual activity, which got even worse after the diagnosis. Only wearing diapers seemed to help, although I hardly got more than one orgasm a week. ....to be continued -
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I'll do what the op does if I'm out in public and need a poo. If I'm at home I'll usually just do it in my diaper. -
Annie filled the bathtub, helped Kayal sit down and started washing her gently. As Kayla begged her, she shrugged. “Sweetheart, babies use their diapee, but I offer you another deal. Tomorrow, after school, we will buy a bigger potty, and you can use it, at least at home. Do you agree with it?” -
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