Baby Talk

We walked into the kitchen and saw the grocery bags sitting on the table.  She started pulling items out and arranging them on the counter.  She was wearing black yoga pants, and I tried to keep my eyes off her ass as she moved around.  At some point she told me I needed to go back upstairs and grab some laundry so I could wash my other tights.  When I came back down, she was bent over and pulling some pans out of the cabinet. I couldn’t help stopping in my tracks and staring and she caught me when she stood up.  “God you and your daughter.  I swear you must be some kind of twins.  Wanting to have your diapers changed, loving wetting your diapers, staring at mine and your wife’s asses and boobs.  Do you like suckling on Connie’s tits?  Kay would keep one mine in her mouth all day if she could.”  “Sorry… and… of course… I have… you know… Connie’s boobs but I have never suckled or whatever.”  I stuttered out.  “But you would like to, wouldn’t you?  Or are you just a diaper lover and not into the adult baby stuff… but what about the outfit?  Not exactly baby I guess but not grown up either.”   She replied.  “I don’t have any interest in bottles, or pacifiers… or stuff like that but… the being diapered and having a boob in my mouth… I have thought about that.”   “And the tights and dress… the pink…  how did all of that happen?  Was that something you had thought about before you started having bed wetting problems?  Like where did that come from?”  She asked.  I was caught off guard by this question.  Did Deanne really not suspect that my bed wetting was fake and just an excuse to wear diapers.  How could I explain the how and why of the what I was wearing right now without being honest.  “I stumbled onto some stuff on the internet when I was doing research about diapers… eventually I got curious enough to buy a couple of things and uh… well this is the result of the curiosity.”  I said, trying to remain calm.  “Interesting… have you done any research on the maid outfit.  The house looks great by the way.  I wonder if I bought Kay a maid’s outfit and let her wear diapers and wet them she would take care of all the house cleaning also.”  She laughed. “Um yes… I did that today.”  I replied. “Yea… and?”  “I am curious… especially about the shoes.”  I said nervously.  “You should get one.  Pretty sure you would like it.” I couldn’t believe how casual she was being about this conversation.  It was almost like we were talking about the weather, or our jobs or something.  “I probably will once Connie goes back to work.  I wouldn’t want it delivered while she is here.  Not sure how I would explain that.”  I forced a giggle. “Well, that could be solved by being honest with what you like wearing when you are in the privacy of your own home.  I really wish people wouldn’t get so uptight about things that make them happy or give them pleasure.”  “Yea… not sure I am ready to do that.”  I said quickly.  “Okay… well if you want you could have it sent to our house and I could bring it over one day when she wasn’t home.”  “Umm… how would you explain it to Kay?” “I don’t know… I would figure something out… I promise you she would be okay with knowing it was for you.”  “Yea… not sure I am ready to be out or whatever to her… especially if I am hiding it from her mom.”  She didn’t force the issue and started focusing on her cooking.  I had pulled out a bottle of wine from the rack in the dining room and filled a glass for each of generously.  She raised an eyebrow when I handed the glass to her but explained she wouldn’t be leaving for several more hours.  I had just got a second bottle and refilled our glasses when she was done with the sauce and said it was time for it to simmer.  She picked up her glass and headed to the family room, telling me to do the same and to bring my iPad.  She took a seat on the couch and indicated I should sit next to her.  I sat down next to her, and she indicated I should open my iPad. I did it reluctantly, not sure what I had left as open tabs and I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to do it.  Fortunately, nothing jumped out when it opened.  “Open Google.”  She instructed.  I went to Safari and opened Google.  “Can I see it?”  I handed it to her and she began typing.  I couldn’t see exactly what she was typing because of the angle of the screen. I also found my eyes moving to her cleavage every time I looked over.  I watched and saw her using her finger to slowly scroll down the screen and as she did a smile came over her face and you could see she had tapped on something.  “Look… there is a high-end costume shop at the Brambleton Shopping Center.”  She said with a smile and turned the iPad towards me.  “Looks like there is a lot of cosplay stuff but also Halloween and other things.” I saw she had pulled up a site but had quickly turned it back and was again moving her finger around.  “Bingo… here you go!”  She almost yelled out.  On the screen was a picture of a model wearing a pink maid’s uniform.  It didn’t show the shoes but everything else seemed to fit what she had mentioned, and I had looked up myself.  “And the price isn’t too bad.  I think we will have to go on shopping trip tomorrow.  What do you think?”  She laughed. “Uh… I don’t know.”  I stammered “Come on.  You know you want one.  Don’t be a sissy… oh wait… be a sissy… it will be fun.  I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.”  She giggled.  I could feel my face getting super red and I couldn’t look at her.  At the same time, I could also feel some arousal growing along with the feeling of a very full bladder.  I made a quick decision to let it go because I was worried if I got completely turned on it would be difficult to pee. “You are wetting your diaper, aren’t you?”  Deanne asked.  I shook my head yes but didn’t look at her as I did.  I felt my diaper swelling as my tights held it pressed against me.  “You get the same look on your face that your daughter does when she wets her diaper.  You both must really like how that feels.  I need to go stir the sauce and work on the salad.”  She said standing up and moving to the kitchen. I picked the iPad up and looked at screen again.  The truth was I really did want the maid uniform that was pictured on it.   Could I get up the guts to go there tomorrow with my daughter in law to get it I wondered.  I heard my phone vibrate on the coffee table and picked it up.  ‘Hey Dad.  Heard Deanne was making your dinner tonight.  I guess last night went okay then.  Mom mentioned that sometimes you have a problem when you are getting diapered.  Wanted you to know it is okay for my wife to help with that.’  I was shocked at what I was reading.  I had no idea how to respond, at least to the last part.  I was also wondering exactly what Connie was telling my daughter about my diaper wearing.  I still wasn’t sure that Deanne wasn’t telling them things about what she had discovered.  ‘Yes.  She is in the kitchen right now.   Last night went fine.’  I sent back deciding to ignore all the rest of her text. She just sent back a heart-eyed emoji.  I sat my phone back down and laid back against the cushions on the couch.  My mind was really racing with all kinds of thoughts about what was happening around my diapers, my daughter-in-law and my desires.  I had figured out a way to bring my diaper wearing out into the open and to be diapered by someone.  For years that had been the Holy Grail for me.  At some point I developed an interest in wearing pink or girly stuff while diapered.  Partly because I liked how it felt on my skin, part because of the taboo of it, and partly because I liked the thought or idea of being a little girly or something.  That part I really didn’t understand.  This had all mostly been something that was private and my secret.  The exception being me tricking my wife into diapering me.  Somehow in about a twenty-four-to-thirty-six-hour time span my daughter had found about my diaper wearing and her wife, my daughter in law had found out about all the rest of it.  On top of all that my wife and daughter seemed like were suggesting and encouraging that my daughter in law take a very active role in my diapers, including it felt like helping me get off.  Last night she watched me do that myself so she could get my diaper in place.  I watched Deanne walk out of the kitchen while holding her phone in her hand and it looked like she was typing. She had a very big smile on her face as she was doing that.  She walked over and sat her phone down and poured herself some more wine.  She held the bottle up in a question of did I want more and I shook my head no.  “Dinner should be ready in about fifteen or twenty minutes.”  I watched her carry her wine glass back to the kitchen, my eyes focused on her ass in her yoga pants as she did.  I had always admired her curves, but it felt like I was enjoying seeing them a little more this evening.  Dinner was fairly uneventful.  It mostly focused on Deanne telling me about her job and how she had become interested in nursing.  Seemed like medicine was kind of a family business, dad and one of her sisters were doctors, her mom was a nurse, and her other sister was a helicopter paramedic.  She had just started school to become a nurse practitioner, something I didn’t know.  After dinner we cleaned the kitchen together.  While doing that I wet my diaper again.  I knew with the wetting it was going to be pretty soaked, and I could feel the squishiness of it.  Deanne had switched to water, but I had continued to sip wine.  I wasn’t drunk but I was a little tipsy I realized.  When the kitchen was clean, we headed back out to the family room and Deanne picked up the remote and turned the TV on.  She clicked through the channels, finally stopping on a game show.  “Okay to watch this?  It is an evening ritual for me and Kay?”  I just nodded my head, yes.  My mind was more focused on what I was going to do if I needed to pee again since I was pretty sure my diaper wouldn’t hold anymore, and on what might happen when she diapered me for the evening.  “I have told Kay that the host is my celebrity hall pass.”  Deanne laughed.  “Oh… what is her name and what is the show?”  I asked.  I did agree that the host was very attractive. “Sarah Haines… it is called The Chase.”  “Okay… she is definitely easy on the eyes.”  I gave a little laugh. “Yea… think about her diapering you.  Maybe you should have celebrity diaperer and not a hall pass.”  She laughed now. Her comments made me wonder if what my wife and daughter had said earlier was them basically handing out a diapering hall pass for this evening.  I stole a glance at Deanne and could feel some arousal from looking at her.  I knew there was pretty much no way I wasn’t going to get aroused when she changed me this evening.  We both focused on the television and answered the trivia questions as the moderator asked them if we knew the answer.  The final of the show was tense, and we both were happy that the contestants won.  The show ended and she picked up the remote and turned off the TV.  It suddenly felt tense and the quiet seemed loud somehow.  Deanne slowly stood up and extended a hand out towards me.  “Okay Princess, let go change you so I can head home.”  She smiled at me.  I was surprised that I took her hand as I stood up and she headed towards the stairs, my eyes following her ass as I did.  She looked back at me and smiled, and I realized I was already hard and straining against my soaked diaper and the tights holding it tightly.  “A pink princess diaper tonight, right?  Not your boring white ones.”  She turned into my office and grabbed a diaper. “Let’s change this is in your room.” I continued to let her lead the way.  I could feel my heart beginning to race.  I know that both my wife and daughter and basically said it was okay for Deanne to get me off while she diapered me.  I wondered if my daughter in law knew that.  There seemed to be something in her looks and how she was talking that was a little different from last night. She let go of my hand as we entered the master bedroom and sat the diaper on the bed.  I just stood in place waiting to follow her direction. She stepped into the closet and came out with the wipes that were on the shelf in there.  She was smiling as moved towards me.  “Um… let’s do this on the bed tonight.  My knees are getting a little tired of the hard floor. Okay?”  For the first time she sounded a little unsure of herself. I lifted my dress off and laid it on the bed and then pushed my tights down my leg.  She watched as I did this and when the top of my tights cleared my diaper her eyes got big and her face showed some mild shock. “Holy fuck that diaper is drenched.  Don’t get on the bed yet.”  She turned and quickly went into the bathroom.  “You need to lay on this to make sure nothing leaks on the comforter.”  She told me as she laid towel out on the middle of the bed.  I climbed on the bed making sure my diaper landed in the middle of the towel as I did.  Deanne then climbed onto the bed and pushed my legs apart as she moved up between them.  When she leaned forward her cleavage and the edge of bra were very evident.  I was thinking that if she did give me a hand job it wouldn’t take long.  The sounds of the tapes being ripped off seemed louder than normal and I wasn’t sure but thought I might actually be hearing my heart beating also.  When both sides were undone my hard dick sprung up pushing the front of the diaper out of the way.  I heard Deanne giggle as that happened.  “Okay butt up Princess.  Looks like he was happy to escape confinement.”  I lifted my butt and she pulled my wet diaper out from under me.  I had slipped some pillows under my head and could see her carefully rolling the used diaper up and setting it to the side.  “That thing weighed a ton.  No way could it have handled another wetting.  How long has it been like that?  Remember, if you wear a really wet diaper for too long you are going to get a rash.”  “Uh… about a hour or so I guess.”  I told her shyly.  “Well things look okay but let me make sure you are cleaned up.”  She pulled a pulled a bunch of wipes out and started on my butt and cleaned it before moving to my taint.  The wipes were cold but the areas she was touching were causing my arousal to grow and I felt my dick twitch a little.  She did my inner thighs and the top of my pelvis area next.  “If I wipe your balls and dick that thing isn’t going to go off, is it?  It looks like it is primed to fire.”  She laughed. “Uh… only if you wipe them too long.”  I replied although I wasn’t totally certain of that.  She ran the wipe over my nuts first and I sighed as she did it.  Again, the wipes were cool, but I was so turned on the  cold didn’t affect me.  She then wrapped one around my dick and moved it up and down a few times. “Oh… wow…” Slipped out of my mouth.  “Yea… wow… that thing is rock hard, not sure how I am going to get it in a diaper.  Butt up.”  She winked at me as she mentioned getting it in a diaper.  I lifted my butt as she fluffed my new diaper and then slid it under me.  As my putt came in contact with it I again may have sighed a little.  Deanne pulled the front of the diaper up and tried to push my dick down.  She laughed and looking at her face, I knew it had been done as a joke. “You really like being diapered don’t you.  Kay has told me how much she enjoys it but for her I am not sure it is the same.”  “Um… this doesn’t always happen or at least not like this.”  I said for some reason. “Oh… so I should be flattered, I guess.  What should we do about it.  Do you want to take care of it like last night.”  She put a heavy emphasis on the words take care.  I didn’t say anything.  I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be the one to suggest she do it and if I was if I had the guts to do it.  “Or…. Maybe… I… could… possibly handle that… would that be better.  Would you like that, Princess?”  Deanne and leaned even further forward and was looking right into my eyes as she spoke. I just nodded my head, yes.  My mouth was now dry, and I didn’t know if I could actually speak at this moment.  “So, you want me to make it go soft so I can get taped nice and tight in your pretty pink diaper huh.”  She moved a finger to the head of dick and slowly ran it in a circle, then she traced the ridge of where I had been circumcised with the same finger.  “The circumcised ones are so much more attractive than the ones that aren’t.  Or at least that is what I think but what do I know I am lesbo.”  She laughed again.  “Oh… it is leaking already.”  She winked at me as some pre-cum started to trickle from the slit. She gathered some that on her finger and used it to kind of paint some of the veins on the sides of my dick.  I twitched some more and more pre-cum leaked out.  She brought her thumb around and made a circle with her fingers and slipped it down my cock.  When she brought them up to the tip, she wrapped her remaining fingers around it making a fist and slid them down my dick again. I knew it was only going to be a few pumps before I would cum.   “Do you jerk yourself off with the diaper on you sometimes or is it always untapped” She asked slowly moving her hand back up. “I… uh… fuck… sometimes when it is really wet, I will do it with the diaper on… Jesus.”  I responded. “Oh… should have done this before taking your diaper off this evening.  Or does my hand being directly on it feel better.”  She smiled at me and moved her hand slowly up  and down.  “Your hand… definitely your hand… fuck me.”  I said trying to push my hips up. “Sorry… no fucking… a hand job is all you are going to get.   Or maybe… if you are good little sissy, I might give it a little kiss.”  She giggled.  “Oh fuck!”  I yelled out.  The thought of her doing that was too much and cum erupted from my dick.   The first shot landed on my chest and so did the second one.  Cum then oozed out of it and soon had covered Deanne’s hand.   “Not as much as last night but those first two blasts… Holy fuck I could feel your dick pulse as they shot out.  Wow.”  She continued to gently stroke me.  “That felt amazing… thank you.”  I said sincerely.  My dick was quickly softening and slipped out of her hand as it did.  She reached for the wipes with her hand and grabbed some.  She was bringing her hands together and suddenly stopped and I saw her eyes staring at the one that was covered in cum.  I saw an eyebrow go up and she brought that hand to her mouth.  I was shocked as her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out and licked her fingers.  Her face scrounged up and her eyes went wide.  “Oh shit… gross… that… yuck.  The fucking gay guys at work are always talking about getting a mouthful of cum like they are getting to eat ice cream or something.  Why in the hell do they want to taste that… and the texture… fuck no.”  She exclaimed.  She immediately used the wipes to clean the rest of her hand off and then got some more to wipe the cum off my chest and from my groin area.  She sat all the wipes with the wet diaper she had taken off earlier.   “Okay… Princess let’s get you taped up nice and tight.”  She pulled the front of my diaper up and got in place and taped the right side first pulling it tightly into place.  She repeated that on the left side.  This was probably the tightest I had ever had a diaper put on me and it felt amazing.  “No way that should leak.”  She said and hoped up off the bed and headed out of the room.  I laid in bed and watched her walk out.  I was still in a little shock that my daughter in law had given me a hand job and that she had tasted my cum afterwards.  Even if she had said it tasted disgusting the image of her bringing her fingers to her mouth were burned into my mind and probably my spank bank.  I was still laying in the same spot when she came back into the bedroom with some plastic grocery bags. She doubled them up and went over and started shoving the wipes into the bag.  When that was done, she picked up the wet diaper and added it and then tied a knot in the bag and set it on the bed. “Still can’t get over how soaked and heavy that is.  You can throw it in the bag that is in your office with the other wet diapers and take it to the garbage can.  You might want to do that this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest.  Starting to get a faint odor of urine in there.”  She announced. “Got it… thanks for you know…” I responded. “For changing your diaper and jerking you off.”  She smiled and laughed.  “You are welcome.”  “Yes… for that.”  “I am going to head home.  I plan to sleep in tomorrow so no morning diaper change for you. I will be here around noon or so and we can go to that uniform store and maybe a couple of other stops.  Plan to wear a pair of your panties and a pad.  I can diaper you when we get back if you want.”  “Um… okay… safe travels home and hope you sleep well.  See you tomorrow.” “Thanks… you too Princess… do you have any girly sleep wear?  Or are you going to just sleep in your diaper?”  She responded, stopping at the bedroom door. “No… I will put a t shirt on.”  “Hmm… we should probably get you something tomorrow. Good night.”  She quickly walked out and I heard the front door close as she left.  I got out of bed and took the grocery bag into the office and put it in the trash bag.  I didn’t smell anything when I went in there.  I decided to leave the bag in there so I could add the diaper I was wearing now to it in the morning.   I went down and got a water bottle and made sure all the doors were locked, and the lights were off before heading up to bed.  As I laid down, I thought about Deanne’s plans to buy things tomorrow.  I was excited about the maid’s outfit but the truth was that like my sissy dress I wouldn’t be able to wear it much until school was back in session and Connie was gone during the days.  A night shirt would almost be a waste of money.   My opportunities to wear one of those would be even less.  I could count on one hand having fingers left over the number of nights that Connie and I weren’t sleeping in the house together.  This experience was definitely an exception.  While Connie knew I wore diapers I still didn’t have any plans to tell her about any of the other parts of diaper wearing including the fact that I only wore them because I wanted to, not because I needed to. I feel asleep a little easier and when I woke up around three, I made sure my diaper was dry before I wet it.  I woke up again just before seven and wet it a second time. 

very good story.

Hey @Reddy,   Love to hear from you! I believe—and I'm sure I speak for others here as well—  „Not much to report“ was not the answer we all were hoping for..  Since this is my first time posting here, first of all: thank you so much for sharing your journey! Despite all the headwinds you faced in the early stage I admire you for just listening to what you truly need deep down.  I myself was able to understand me and my desires better by just reading this. So thank you. A lot! I don't know if you realized how valuable this thread is—it's huge.  Since I and maybe others still desire this a lot: Maybe you can give us some more detailed update about the incontinence and the other problems? How is a normal day now? When do you change? How do you live you life having no choice than being diapered? In which situations do you love it the most? How did all the outings go? Do you have a favorite outing story or when you maybe got caught?  Every little thing can be a great story for us if you find the time   This post is also for others who have done this—feel free to share your experiences.  

@DailyDi I would wear it if it was a blue plaid color.  But not a fan of red. I would love to open my own diaper company.  Though it would cost me more as I would create the product in the United States.  As those China clone diapers I am not a fan of really even though most AB/DL diapers are made in China.

@HoustonJLN I agree with you on this.  Though, since your name on here is Houston not sure if that is where you live though how big a city you live in that your on transit for several hours?  I know where I grew up and I had to take a bus to work it would take about an hour to get there.  But several nah.   But everything you said about wearin diapers is 100% correct.