Other Fetishes

My journey back to babyhood – Part 3 Susan went to work during the week and I stayed at home. In the morning, I spoke to my boss about our move to Seattle. He confirmed what my wife had already told me: I didn't have to come into the office for the time being. I hated my job. I was just an accountant at a small shipping company. Invoices, balance sheets, numbers. I had earned my Master of Arts degree at university, but hadn't been able to find a suitable job afterwards.  With my infertility and my underpaid job, I felt completely inferior to Susan. She made most of the decisions anyway. And I sometimes wondered why she hadn't left me long ago. But during the day, I had other things on my mind.  Susan had dressed me in one of my pull-up pants and a pair of transparent PVC pants over them.  “This will protect you a little longer. You can change yourself as soon as you get wet again,” she explained as she got ready for work.  She looked very sexy and content again. She was wearing a nice mid-length skirt with black tights and a new patterned red blouse. “I might be home a little later tonight. But at 4 o'clock, I want you to put on a pink Megamax. I'll check it when I get home—probably around 8 o'clock.” Alone at home, I turned on the computer and started working. But my thoughts revolved around my strange fondness for diapers. Where did it come from? According to my mother, I had wet my pants until I was three years old. Since then, I had only had one major accident during a sleepover at my friend's house. I was 6 years old, and two nights was a long stay. And I wet the bed both nights.  Of course, my friend's parents were very upset and reported it to my mother. At home, I got a scolding, and because she was worried that I would now wet my own bed, she bought me boys' diapers to wear for the next four weeks. Even though she now called me a “bedwetter” or “baby,” for some reason it felt good. I liked being padded, being cared for, and getting more attention from my mother than usual. She made me feel guilty about the accident, and I understood completely that I deserved to wear diapers again. Over the next two weeks, I wet the bed again at night. Sometimes without realizing it, sometimes on purpose, perhaps to prolong the time I was being pampered. It was only when my parents promised to buy me a big Micro Machines truck if I stopped wetting the bed, that my bed stayed dry again. Susan came home at 8. She told me that she had already had dinner with her new boss from Seattle, who was visiting her office for this week. But she made me a small meal while she checked how wet I had gotten. “That'll do for a while,” she smiled, handing me the food, and we sat down in the living room to watch the first part of Pirates of the Caribbean. For the night, she put me in another colored diaper. This time with little pirates on it, which somehow matched the movie we had watched. The next two days were similar. Susan met with her boss, came home late, and I worked from home. Only on Thursday did she tell me that she had put my car up for sale on a sales platform.  I was very surprised by this. My BMW convertible was my little baby, and I had owned it for over 15 years. “You won't need a car when we're in Seattle,” she explained. “And you have to admit that it's not in good condition anymore. The engine is noisy and the roof leaks.” “But I love this car,” I argued. “There are so many memories that I and we associate with it. Maybe it can be easily repaired?” But it was hard to argue with Susan. And she already had a potential buyer who wanted to look at the car on Monday. “You really don't need it anymore. And with the proceeds, we can buy you lots of new diapers and other useful things.”   ...to be continued  

Eastern Pennsylvania here

Hi Luna! I'm in the Easton area and would love to be your friend 

After I changed my wet and messy purple MegaMax v2 diaper earlier this morning; I am now in my office in a Bambino Classico v2 diaper. We had a lot of wind and some snow causing power outages and loss of internet in the office, but sometimes I surprise myself and found the breaker box and magically rebooted the internet with wires going everywhere. Techology is not my strong suit, but every now and then a blind squirell can find a nut. BTW, I am dry at least for now. I'll wet during the day without anyone being the wiser...I think...🤔

Pants 😉