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By Draco_Americanus · Posted
LOL Depends for me for the last 2 decades and a t-shirt -
By fireandcrinkles · Posted
Been awhile since I posted a story here. This will be a multi part story. Most of it has been written but still working on it. WIll try to get a new part up at least weekly if not a little more frequently. I move from present tense to past tense and back. I hope I have done a good job of making the changes obvious. Bedwetting Deception I watched my wife get up from the couch and take her wine glass into the kitchen. As she walked away from me, I admired how the leggings she was wearing fit her butt. We both turned forty-three this year and she still maintained a great figure. She had given birth to our only kid, a daughter, twenty-five years ago and had nursed her so there was a some sag in her C cup breasts, but they definitely weren’t droopy. “I am heading to bed early tonight. Didn’t sleep well last night so hoping to catch up a little. Okay to get you situated now? I know we normally do it right before bed.” She asked me while walking back into the family room. “Uh… yea, sure. Can it wait until the commercials, and I will run up then.” I responded a little shyly. “How about I get the stuff, and we do it down here, but you should probably pee real quick.” She said and headed towards the stairs, not giving me a chance to respond. I jumped up and ran to hall bathroom. I counted to thirty after closing the door and then flushed the toilet without peeing. As I came out, I saw Connie coming down the stairs and heading towards the family room. One hand had a package of wipes and a tube of cream in it, the other held a fairly thick diaper. “Slide your shorts and boxers off and lie down on the floor.” She instructed me when we both got into the room. I followed her directions and pushed my shorts and boxers off my hips and down my legs, kicking them up with my foot and catching them before setting them on the arm of the love seat. Connie was kneeling on the floor, and I was standing in front of her naked from the waist down. I had a moment of hope that she would lean forward and suck on my penis. “Lay down.” She directed. I did what she asked, and she pulled a wipe out and ran it all over my groin making sure I was clean. As she moved to my balls and dick, it began to stiffen a little. I saw a small frown form on her face as that happened. “You would think after, what, more than three months you wouldn’t get aroused during this. Good news is there is no sign of a rash so you wouldn’t need the cream.” She sat the wipes down and began to unfold the diaper, fluffing it out as she did. When that was done, she held it one hand and tapped my hip with the other. I pushed my butt up and I felt her slide the diaper under me. She tapped the top of pelvis again signally me to lower my butt on it. As my butt cheeks landed on it and I heard the slight crinkle I began to feel some contentment. That feeling grew as she pulled the front of the diaper up and into place. She then began to tape it into place, pulling tightly on each side as she did it. My heart was beating faster, and I felt warmth spread through me knowing I was wearing a large and snuggly fitting diaper. “Should be good to go. Nice and tight so no leaking.” She said as she ran a finger along the elastic. “Thanks.” I responded, not really sure what the correct response was. She leaned down and kissed my forehead before standing up. “Thank you for accepting your need to wear diapers so that we can both wake in a dry bed in the morning.” She said as she walked towards the stairs. I watched her ass again as she walked away while feeling a sense of guilt. As I stood up, I felt the bulk between my legs and listened to the crinkle of the diaper. As I moved to the couch the guilt of knowing I had deceived her into believing I needed to wear diapers at night dissipated because of how much I loved the feel, smell, and sounds of wearing a diaper. *** My interest in diapers had started right around the time I turned eight. My sister was four years older than me and was a nightly bedwetter until she was sixteen years old. Up until she was probably twelve, I guess my parents dealt with it fairly discreetly and I didn’t know about it. I went to bed before her and she got up before I did. I did see the packages of pullups in the closet in her room, but I guess just thought they were old. I didn’t think she was using them. At some point several things happened that brought her problem out in the open. One, the amount she wet at night must have increased and now pullups weren’t enough, or maybe she had grown too big for them but the pullup packages in her closet were replaced by diaper packages. The second thing was my bedtime became later; I was now up when my mom would get my sister ready for bed. I could see the evidence of her wearing something under her pajamas. The confirmation came on a trip to Disney World. All our previous vacations we had rented a beach house and had our own rooms. This was the first time my family shared a hotel room and my sister and I shared a bed. Right before bedtime my mom would have me wait in the bathroom while she got my sister ready. Besides seeing the bulk under her PJs, I could hear it. When my parents realized that they hadn’t been able to hide my sister’s problem, as they called it, they sat me down and explained it, making me swear to secrecy about it. Megan and I got along pretty well for the most part and I would have never used the information to hurt her. Instead, I became fascinated by it. I wondered what it must feel like to wear a diaper. After we got home from vacation, I snuck into her room and touched her diapers whenever I had the chance. I would have to force myself not to stare at her when it was obvious she was wearing one. I was thrilled when a part of her diaper peaked out of her waist band. This eventually led to me stealing one of her diapers and hiding it in my room. I was around eleven or twelve and my parents were just starting to let me stay at home alone for short periods of time. It was probably two weeks after I had stolen the diaper, I got a chance to try it on. I immediately loved the feel of the bulk between my legs. When I heard the garage door open, I ripped it off and stuffed it under the mattress. About every three months or so I would steal another one and wear it the first chance I got. At some point I became curious about what it would feel like to wet a diaper. I was surprised at how difficult it was to make myself pee in it. When I eventually did, I loved feeling the warmth spread through my groin area and the sensation of the diaper swelling between my legs. Unfortunately, my opportunities to experience that quickly went away as my sister stopped wetting the bed at night and no longer needed to wear diapers. She was sixteen at that time and I was twelve. The last package of diapers stayed in her room for almost a year after she stopped wearing them. I stole a couple, but worried if I kept taking them it would be noticeable. Around this time, I also started noticing girls. That began to be a primary focus for me and thinking about diapers kept getting pushed farther into the back of my mind. I was happy that my interest in them was pretty much gone because while I had loved how they felt, I hated that I did. Connie had transferred to my high school my senior year, we had both turned eighteen right at the start of the year. Her dad was in the military and had been transferred to a base nearby. The minute she sat down next to me on the first day of English class I might have fallen in love. When she smiled at me and introduced herself, I was in love. The night of our homecoming dance we both lost our virginity, Connie also got pregnant. Her parents were strict Catholics, and an abortion wasn’t an option. We discussed adoption but, in the end, with both our parents support we decided to get married. Connie was seven months pregnant when she walked across the stage to receive her diploma. Our daughter Kay was born a month after our wedding. With a lot of help and support from our parents we were both able to eventually graduate from college while working part-time jobs. My degree was in the IT field, and I primarily worked out of the modest three-bedroom colonial home we had bought, with assistance from our parents. Connie became a middle school teacher. *** After my wife had diapered me this evening, I stayed up watching some mindless television and finally went to bed at eleven. I had wet my diaper around ten, but the newest diapers Connie had bought were very absorbent so while I had felt the warmness as I released my bladder along with some swelling of the padding, it was far from soaked. My wife was fast asleep as I had slipped into bed, and I was able to drift off pretty quickly myself. I was sleeping pretty hard when the silence of our bedroom was interrupted with a loud ringing or bells. It startled me and as I sat up in bed I felt my bladder release again. This time the swelling was immediately noticeable. “Hello.” I heard my wife say. “What… slow down, please.” My eyes adjusted to darkness, and I could see that Connie had sat up and swung her legs out from under the blanket and was sitting on the edge of the bed. I took a quick glance at the clock on the night stand and saw it was just before three o’clock in the morning. “The paramedics are there now? Is she awake, breathing?” My wife’s anxiety was evident in her voice. “Okay. Go to the hospital with mom. I will get somethings together and drive down but.” She turned and looked at the clock. “But I won’t be until probably about seven or maybe eight until I get there.” “Yes… of course. Take your cell phone. Call me with any updates and make sure it is on, okay. Love you, Dad.” She said and I could hear some emotion in her voice. She sat the phone down on the night stand on her side of the bed and stood up, turning to look at me. I was sitting up in bed now. “I am pretty sure my mom had a stroke. Dad woke up because she was making strange noises and she couldn’t answer him. He called the ambulance and they are getting ready to take her to the hospital.” “Oh, sweetie I am sorry. What do you need me to do?” Do you want me to go with you?” I asked. “No… thanks for offering. I am going to call Kay; she might want to go. Dad wanted me to make sure she knew. You know how close she is to mom.” I just nodded and slipped out of bed. As I walked out of our room, I immediately recognized how wet my diaper was as it sagged between my legs. My wife didn’t know this, but I enjoyed wetting my diapers to the point that they were soaked. I wasn’t exactly there but I was close. I went down stairs and started the coffee machine. I also got out a bunch of different snack types of things like protein bars, bananas, and some candy bars. I put all of those into a cooler bag and when the coffee was done filled a couple of Yeti cups. I went back up stairs and heard the shower running but saw Connie’s carry-on suitcase laying on the bed all zipped up. I grabbed it and carried it down and put it in the trunk of her car. As I walked back into the kitchen, I saw her standing there with a bit of a dazed look on her face. “Uh… thanks… I think I have everything ready to go. I called Kay and I am going to pick her up on the way down. Thanks for making coffee and everything.” She told me. “You are welcome… is there anything else you need me to do…. I kind of feel… I don’t know… like I am not doing enough or something.” I told her. She stepped over and hugged me. “You are awesome… I will…. Oh wait…” She stepped back and looked me over, her eyes going down to my diaper. “You are soaked… Uh… not sure what to do about that while I am gone… I know you don’t want to but you should probably put the mattress protecter back on. “ She said nervously. I wasn’t sure how to respond as I watched her quickly turn and head upstairs. She had put on some new leggings and her ass looked amazing. I was still standing there trying to come up with a good response to the mattress protecter when she came down with a fresh diaper and wipes. “Let me change you really quick… okay.” She said and moved to the living room. I followed her and when we got to an open space I laid down on the floor. She quickly pulled the tapes off the diaper I was wearing and used the front of the diaper to kind of wipe me as she pulled it down. I lifted my hips and she pulled it out from under me. She grabbed some wipes and quickly cleaned me. As she did, I felt penis stiffen some. I tried to stop it but couldn’t. “You would think he would be used to this…. I promise as soon as I get back, I will give him the attention he wants.” She smiled. She slid the new diaper under me and pulled the front up and taped it tightly in place. She then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I fought the urge to pull her close to me and watched as she stood up. “Okay… thank for everything. I will call as soon as we know more, okay.” She told me. “Can you call me and let me know you got there safely? Please let me know if can do anything… I am so sorry.” I told her. We had a brief hug, and she walked out of the house into the garage. I stood in the family room for a minute and then headed up to go back to bed. As I walked up the stairs I enjoyed the feeling of the bulk of the diaper between my legs. I realized that since Connie would be three hours away tomorrow, I would be able to really enjoy a Sissy Diaper Day tomorrow without worrying about being caught and I was happy about that, even if I hated the reason she wouldn’t be here. *** After meeting Connie and during the first probably almost the first half decade of our marriage I pretty much never thought about wanting to wear and use diapers. It started to creep back into my thoughts as our daughter Kay got older and was still wearing diapers. I hadn’t realized it because my sister was older than me but she wasn’t fully potty trained during the day until she was five or six. As I explained before she continued to wear protection at night all the way until she was about sixteen and knowing that is what led me to being curious about diapers in my childhood and early teens. Kay pretty much experienced the same thing. As we worked to understand what was going on with her, I discovered that almost all the females in my family went through similar experiences. My wife did her best to help Kay hide her diapers during the day. One of her favorite ways was to have her wear skirts and dresses. This avoided the bulk that would be seen with pants. She also had Kay wear dark tights under the skirts and dresses that covered the diapers when her skirt or dress flew up. For some reason I felt some envy that my daughter got to wear both diapers and tights. Eventually Kay became potty trained during the day, and she would only wear the diapers at night. Connie helped her with getting ready as she got older so while I knew my daughter needed to wear diapers I never really saw them on her. One Saturday afternoon after she had turned sixteen Kay had gone out with some of her friends. I was in the garage sharpening the blades on the mower when Connie walked in. She was carrying something in each hand as she headed towards the trashcan. “It has been six months since the last time she wet the bed, hope I am not jinxing her, but I think I can throw these away.” Connie announced. I looked closer and saw in one hand was a bag of diapers that looked almost full. In the other was a bag of adult size pullups, that bag looked almost empty. She lifted the lid of the trash can and set them both inside. “She is pretty much the same age my sister was when she finally stopped.” I told her. “Yea… Meghan told me she was sixteen when she stopped. Did your mom ever mention having a problem?” “No… but she wouldn’t have shared that with me. Maybe she told Carol.” After my wife went back inside, I waited at least fifteen minutes before finally finding something in the garage that needed to go in the trash. I moved over to the trash can and lifted the lid to get a better look at the diapers. The package said they were for heavy wetters. I could also tell that they were pink. I quickly closed the lid before I got caught. All evening and when I went to bed, I kept thinking about the diapers in the trash can. I was only five eight and pretty skinny, weighing around one sixty. Kay was five four; she had fairly wide hips and a round butt. I was thinking there was a good chance the diapers would fit on me. The following evening was the night to take the trash to curb. After dinner I told my wife what I was doing and headed into the garage. I had brought the trash bag from the kitchen with me. When I lifted the lid, I saw the diapers again and, on an impulse, I grabbed them and then put the trash bag in the can. I quickly looked around and saw a cooler and stuffed the diapers in it. I took the trash to the curb and rushed back in feeling my pulse race a little and hoping my guilt didn’t show on my face. The next day while Connie and Kay were at their schools, I hid the diapers in a side pocket on an old golf bag shoved in a corner of the garage. Two weeks later I pulled the first diaper out of the bag and put it on while working from home. Normally during the week, I was home alone for about seven or eight hours each day. Too be extra safe I waited almost two hours before putting it on and took it off two hours before my daughter would get home. The second time I did this I wet the diaper. Like when I was younger it took some effort to do it, but I was eventually able to feel the warmth of my pee and the swelling of the diaper. Unlike when I was a kid, I didn’t immediately take the diaper off. I found I enjoyed the feeling of wearing a wet diaper. While I enjoyed the feeling of wearing and using the diaper I always felt like I couldn’t get it on myself tight enough. I also wondered what it would feel like to have someone put a diaper on me. I contemplated if I could share my desires with Connie and how she would react but couldn’t get myself to tell her about it. -
Attends max (should be called 1.0) with a Sunkiss booster to get me to 8 when I have to get ready for church too. -
Zu meiner Zeit wurden wir in der Schule mit dem Riemen gezüchtigt. Wenn man bestraftwerden musste hieß es nach vorn kommen, Hose runter ziehen und über den Tisch beugen. Der nackte Po zeigte zur Klasse. Dann gab es mit dem Riemen Schläge auf den nackten Po. Dann bekam man noch eine Nachricht nach Hause mit. Zu Hause wurde die Prügelstrafe dann vor der Familie fortgesetzt. Die Prügel wurde mit einer Lederpeitsche oder bei schweren Vergehen mit dem Rohrstock vollzogen. Da ich mich beim auspeitschen öfter vollgepinkelt hatte, musste ich immer eine Gummihose für Bettnäser tragen. Ich musste eine Peitsche holen und um meine Züchtigung bitten. Dann legte ich mich hin und wurde unter winseln und wimmern ausgepeitscht. Ich wurde auch ausgepeitscht wenn wir Besuch hatten. -
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