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I wish I could buy a case.  I really need them from time to time.

@technomonkey  You thought you were going to have some diaper free time.  But then the wife comes in huh?

lol though the master at the diaper stash!

So with the kids gone camping with family and wife at work just a diaper and a T-shirt around the house. Then the wife comes home from work and tells me to put shorts or boxers on over the diaper she don't want to see the diaper. she said i am not married to an old man.  some days you can't win.

It's an embarrassing day, thanksgiving with my wife's family. It'll be the first time they've seen me since I got busted for tax evasion. My demotion was hard on me, but Mandy's taken to her new role quite well.    “Alright, we're here big boy.” Mandy called out from the front seat.    “Mommy, please, this is embarrassing. Can we just go home?”    “No little one.” She said, climbing out of the car and opening the back door. “I haven't seen my family in six months and I'm sure they're dying to know how your court case went.” She unbuckled the seatbelt on my car seat. Then she put her hand up my shorts to check my diaper. “You're a little wet, but I think this diaper can hold more.”   “You can ask me if I'm wet, Mommy.” I complained.    “Like I asked you if your taxes were in order?” She quipped.    I slumped into myself but Mandy didn't let me stay down for long, she pulled me out of the car and took my hand pulling me in through the open garage.   “Mandy!” I heard her dad call out and we both looked over at the workbench obscured by the car. “And this is little Bill.” He scowled at me, “So is this your punishment? They've got you wearing sailor suits now.”    “Sorry sir.” I moaned pathetically.    “It was a full demotion.” Mandy explained, “Bill's back in diapers, going to nursery school and I'm his mommy now instead of his wife.”    “You pathetic piece of shit. I knew a scumbag like you couldn't provide for my daughter and now look at you. Your maphioso father would be some proud.”   I bowed my head in shame.    “Please don't swear in front of him.” Mandy said, "I just had his brain cleaned so he doesn't know about bad words or sex yet.”    Mandy’s Dad shook his head and sat back down at his workbench. Mandy pulled me away towards the door to the main house.    “Mommy, I'm really sorry.” I said sadly.    “I know you are Billy, but sorry doesn't make your situation better.” Mandy walked me through the door and into the main foyer area. A group of women were in the adjacent kitchen.    Mandy stooped down to take off my shoes for me. She grabbed my ankles and lifted each foot undoing the laces and setting the shoes aside.    Mandy's sister and niece walked up to us.    “Mandy!” The sister said hugging her, “and this must. be little Bill. Don't you look all dashing in your sailor suit.”    “Thank you.” I smiled timidly.    My former niece looked up at me. “I have my babysitters licence now so if you ever need a break you could pay me to watch him.” She offered kindly.    “That’s very nice of you Kayleigh.” Mandy smiled.    “You wouldn't really have me babysat by a 16 year old would you? I used to babysit Kayleigh.”    “You're a toddler Bill, a 16 year old is more than mature enough to watch you.” Mandy said coldly.   I wore my sorrow on my face as my shoulders slouched.    The girls guided me into the kitchen and I could see an adult size high chair that wasn't normally there.    “Oh good you brought up the highchair from the basement.” Mandy said, “Thank you so much.”    “Of course, no sense in keeping it if it won't get used, when we have a baby over.” Mandy's mom said with a big smile. “Bill.” She looked at me, “Some of the bigger kids are watching a movie in the living room, why don't you go climb in the playpen and watch with them.”    “I don't really wanna go in a playpen, I spend all day in baby environments so I'd love some grown up conversation.” I explained.    Everybody laughed.    “That's cute, Bill.” Mandy said, “But nobody's Interested in a thoughtful chat with a man who craps his pants.”    “I didn't do that before the demotion!” I whined, “I'm not legally allowed to use the toilet!”    “I'll take him to the playpen.” Mandy said, then she put her hand on my butt and ushered me into the living room.    There were kids ranging from 5 to 10 in there all sitting on the couches and chairs. I felt embarrassed seeing them. My former nieces and nephews now my big cousins.    Mandy paraded me through the living room as they all looked at me confused. Mandy guided me to the playpen and I sighed as I stepped over the wall and sat down on the foam interlocking mat.    “Mandy, can't I please-”    She interrupted me. “That's mommy, little boy, don't make that mistake again.” She pulled the tip of her wooden spoon out of her purse and I gulped and blushed.    Nobody came to talk to me for a while so I decided to watch the movie. It wasn't bad, Cars was an old classic I watched when I was a physical child. Now trapped back in toddlerhood I figured I may as well enjoy it.    I watched the movie for quite a while until I felt discomfort in my lower abdomen. “Shit.” I thought, “Well it's not like it's gonna go anywhere else.” I got up on my knees to make more room in my diaper, then I grunted hard. A hot and heavy load spilled into my diapers, causing it to sag. I sat back down feeling the mess squish against me. “Let's show Mandy what she thinks of having to clean a big poopy mess. That'll teach her to put me in a play pen.”    I sat there in it for a while, periodically hearing the grown ups laugh about something and watching the bigger kids rough house. Now and again I'd catch the tail end of an adult joke, but the play pen was on the far end of the living room so it was all fuzzy.    I saw one of the kids get up and tug on his mom's sleeve. Addison was my ex-girlfriend from way back in high school. Mandy knew I dated her sister before I dated her and it was a small point of contention but never a huge deal. By the time I started dating Mandy it had been years since Addison.    I saw Addison stand up and look at me. We smiled at each other and she started walking over.    “Hey Bill.” She said sweetly.    “Hey Addison. How's it going?” I tried my best to smile through the humiliation.   “I'm doing so good. My son is 5 now and my husband is great.”    “That's great. Where is Craig today?” I asked.    “He’s at work unfortunately, he had a big project to finish up.”    I chuckled, “I'd give anything for a big project right now. I’m super understimulated in nursery school.”    Addison giggled. “Well it seems like I've got a big project to work on.” She sniffed the air and waved her hand in front of her face. “Hoof.” She said.    My face fell into shock, I didn't know what to do. “I uh, umm, I'm sure Mandy can manage that and besides she said it can hold more. I'm sorry I just don't-”    “Come on little one.” She tugged at my arm and I knew better than to disobey a grown up. She took me out of the playpen and down the hall to the guest bedroom.    We entered the guest bedroom and I could see Mandy had left my diaper bag on the bed. Addison guided me over to the bed and tugged down my shorts.    “Please, you really don't need to do this.” I whimpered.    “Baby boy, do you really wanna spend the whole evening in a soiled diaper?”    “I don't, but my mommy can change me.” I whimpered.    “Your mommy deserves a break.” She put her hand on my chest and pushed me down into the bed.” besides I want a chance to talk to my special man.”    “About what?” I asked.    She spoke efficiently as she picked at my tapes “Well, you're a toddler now, which means you can't care for Mandy.”    I sighed, “Yeah.”    “Up until now she's been a house wife and now I here she's working at Staples to support you both.”    “It sucks, it really sucks and I feel awful!” I said, almost in tears.    She opened up my diaper and looked inside. “Woah! Now that's a big mess!” Addison said, “Could you imagine if your poor beleaguered mommy had to clean this up?”    “I'm sorry.” I mumbled.   “I know you are, but sorry doesn't make your situation better. You need to make things right.”    “How? I can't work until I make it all the way back up to 6th grade.”    “I know. But I also know Mandy can't support you on just a Staples employee salary. She says you're gonna lose the house.” Mandy reached into my diaper bag and pulled out some wipes as she spoke, then she began to wipe my butt.    “I have some savings if we can get the account unfrozen.” I had that thought in mind for a while but it felt good to say, “If we can make it to the five year mark I can apply for re-evaluation. Get myself promoted back to manhood or at least to a working teenager.”    “Five years is a long time Bill.”    “I know.”    “What about your father?”    “What about him?” I asked sharply.    “He's got mob connections. Couldn't he threaten the disciplinary council? Force them to repeal your punishment.” She said it coldly and efficiently.   “No.” I felt sick just thinking about it, “I spent my 20s proving I didn't need him. I couldn't live my life knowing I owed everything to what he does. Threatening people, hurting others. He took me to see his world and I could stand it.” I growled.    “So you'll leave your wife on the hook for all of your money for 18 long years while you grow back up?”    “After five years of good behavior I'll apply for re-evaluation, they'll promote me back to being a man and I can get on with my life.”    “Nick, that's not very realistic.” She wiped the underside of my special thing and it got hard which caught me by surprise.    “Ah! What is that?” I fidgeted.    “Oh my, some things never change.”    “What's wrong with my thing? It feels so stiff.” I was panicking.    “Wow, that mind cleaner really worked.” She chuckled, “You don't even know what a boner is.” She got close and whispered in my ear, “Tell me, do you remember any of the closer moments of our relationship?”    “I don't know, what are you talking about?” I mumbled scared, “I remember us holding hands at the movie theatre. I remember us cuddling on Robbie's couch.”    “You don't remember what else we did on Robbie's couch?” She said teasingly.    “No.” My face fell to sadness.    She sighed. “Oh well, that's probably for the best. If you won't use your dad's mob connections then you won't be experiencing that for a long time.”    “I'd rather be a boy of integrity than a man under the mob.” I said grumpily.    Addison unfolded a fresh diaper and slid it under my butt. She powdered me heavily and taped me up. Finally she helped me up and pulled up my pants for me.    “This delusion of integrity you have is worthless. You already committed tax fraud and got caught. Your dignity has been taken from you and you'll never be an investment banker again.” Addison whispered to me grimmly   “Five years is all I need. Five years and I'll be back to banking.”    “In five years you'll be a fourth grader. Your potty training ban will just be lifted.”    I shook my head, trying not to let the words effect me, even though I knew it to be reality. I opened the door to the guest bedroom and Addison followed me out back to the kitchen.      “Oh! Billy!” Mandy shouted, “Come show everyone what you learned in preschool the other day!” She waved me over.    I walked up to everyone but felt reluctant to do it.   “Come on, you remember it, don't you?” Mandy cheered me on.    “It's embarrassing.” I whined in a shallow whisper.    “No it's not, it shows you're growing. Come on” She motioned her hands like I was supposed to.    I relented and allowed myself to do it. “The Itsy Bitsy Spider went up the water spout!” I sang with a nervous smile, doing all the motions and movements.    As the song went on the grown ups at the table looked impressed and they even praised me. The further I got into the song the more pride grew inside me until I was singing the song with a big happy smile and really putting my whole body into the dance.    Everyone at the table cheered for me “Wow!” “So cute!” “He's learning!” “Such a big boy!” I was even happy when Mandy's grandmother patted me on the back.    “See, what did I tell you? He's such a little showman.” She said proudly to the table, while she pulled me towards her by my hip.   Mandy quickly pulled my shorts back to check my diaper. “Still no poppies, huh?” She asked.   My face turned beat red.    “Don't worry little sis.” Addison explained, “I just changed him a second ago. He made some big stinky poppies. The bigger kids were complaining.”    The whole table burst into laughter and I buried my face in Mandy's shoulder as she rubbed my back.    “That's ok, good boy, that's where you're supposed to go.” She looked up at my ex-girlfriend, “Thanks Addison.” She said dryly.    “No problem.” She smiled.    “Dinners ready everyone!” Mandy's mother called out, carrying the turkey to the table.    After that a few of the women stood up and began bringing over the sides. There were large bowls of everything to be eaten.    Mandy ushered me over to my high chair and helped me into it. She buckled the strap in between my legs then locked the table in place in front of me.    “Mommy, how am I gonna grab food for my plate if I'm stuck way up here?”    “Oh don't worry kiddo, I'll put some food on your plate. It'll be just like at home.”    “Oh so, are you gonna feed me in front of everyone?” I asked, feeling really embarrassed.    “Of course, Sprout, toddlers can't feed themselves.”    I blushed and tried to cover my face in shame, but Mandy scooped a bunch of stuff onto my plate.    “I don't like turnip.” I whined.    “Well that doesn't matter because you don't get to choose now, do you?” She said smugly.    She took a spoonful of turnip and brought it up to my my mouth. “mph.” I grunted with my mouth closed, but she kept moving the spoon towards my mouth. I jerked my head around, trying to escape the dreadful turnip, but no matter where I moved my mouth the spoon followed. “Stop!” I complained and the spoon slipped right in. “aaaaah.” I whined.    “Swallow it.” Mandy said sharply and I did. “Good boy.” She said.    Mandy continued to spoon feed me bite after bite of random stuff on the plate, turkey, carrots, mash potato and the dreaded turnip. In time my plate was done and Mandy began to work on her own.    “Who wants Pumpkin pie?” Mandy's mom asked.    “I do!” I shouted and everyone laughed.    I sat bouncing in my highchair as Mandy's mom cut me a slice and put it on a plate, bringing it over to me.    “Thank you big mommy!” I said, then I saw there was something important missing, “I need a fork.” I said.    Nobody heard me.    “Can somebody get me a fork please?” I called out but nobody listened again, but I really wanted the pumpkin pie.    “Oh well, I'm a toddler any way, so this isn't out of line for my level.” I started picking at the pumpkin pie with my finger and eating the chunks I took off, then licking my fingers, I got a lot of it on my face and all over my hands.    “Oh! Look at him!” Mandy called out. She looked over and smiled at me. “My little boy is being so cute! Eating that pie with his hands. What'd you do with your fork little boy?”    “Big mommy didn't give me a fork so I did it how I know how.” I fained innocence.    “Awww.” They said collectively. The whole room thought I was so precious.    “Did you just call my mom big mommy?” Mandy asked.    “Yeah! You're mommy so she's big Mommy. She's Mommy's mommy.” I smiled.    “That's grandma you cutie.” She booped my nose and tickled my tummy and I couldn't help but laugh.    Mandy went to the sink and poured water on some paper towel, then she came over and began to wipe down my face and hands.    “Thank you mommy, I was all sticky.” I really did appreciate her cleaning me up.    “Yes you were, little man.” She smiled at me.    Mandy put the tray to table up and unbuckled the strap between my legs. I slid out of the highchair and walked beside her a bit. Suddenly I yawned big.    “Uh oh, does somebody need a nap.”    “Yeah, that'd be good mommy.” I said.    “Then let's go.” She took me by the hand and ushered me to the guest bedroom. I could smell my used diaper sitting in the open garbage. Mandy pulled down my shorts and instructed me to lift my arms as she took off the top of my sailor suit. She peeled back the blankets and quilt and ushered me to lay down.    “Mommy, why am I sleeping in just a diaper?”    “Because it's cuter that way.”    “Okay.” I accepted.    Mandy pulled up my covers and kissed me on the forehead. “Sweet dreams baby boy.”    “Thank you mommy, I love you.” I said, desperate to hear her say it back.    “I love you too, sweet boy.” With that she shut off the lights and closed the door, leaving me in bed for my nap.        It felt like I slept for a long time when finally Mandy came in and woke me up. “Wake up Billy. It's past your bedtime. I gotta take you home.” looking out the window I could see it was dark outside.    I rolled over and looked up at her. “Ok, mommy.” I agreed.    I got out of bed and Mandy helped me get back dressed up in my sailor suit, she retied my neckerchief. “Your diaper’s fairly swelled, but I think you can make it home. You'll have to sleep in the car.” she said as she tugged up my shorts over top of it.    She took me by the hand and guided me out into the main area. She said goodbye as I was half asleep and everybody cooed over how cute I am, then she walked me to the door and I hugged big mommy one more time before we left.   Going out to the car, Mandy buckled me back into my car seat and we were off on our 4 hour drive back home.