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By henrilakes11 · Posted
Chapter 9: Reflections It was December, six months since Alex and Alice had begun their new lifestyle together. As Alex lay back on the changing table, a particularly messy diaper beneath him, his mind drifted through the past half year while Alice worked. The journey hadn’t been seamless For three years before telling Alice, Alex had worn diapers in private. He still used the toilet when it was convenient and often switched to pull-ups or boxers during the day to avoid the hassle. But six months ago, when Alice began taking over his changes and began nursing him, everything shifted. He wanted full commitment. No exceptions, no stepping back. The hardest adjustment had been learning to use his diapers for everything. The first time he needed to mess while padded, he was alone on a quiet Saturday afternoon. Old habits made him hold it, but the warm, soggy weight of his already wet diaper gave him an unexpected sense of safety. When he finally let go, the sensation was far more intense than he’d imagined. The warm mess spread slowly, pressing against him. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, breathing through the unfamiliar feeling, trying to distract himself. “Alice will be home soon,” he whispered. “I can do this.” Twenty minutes later, the front door opened. “Hey babe!” Alice called. “Where are you?” “In the bedroom,” Alex answered, his heart pounding. The moment Alice stepped in, the unmistakable scent hit her. She paused, then offered gently, “You need help with that?” “It’s messier than I thought it would be,” Alex admitted, voice hesitant. “I’m not sure I like how it feels yet.” Alice took in her husband’s vulnerability and nodded. “Let’s get you changed.” She laid out the changing pad on the bed. Alex scooted over. Alice worked patiently, using generous wipes to clean every crease and fold until his skin was fresh. The smell of baby powder soon replaced the earlier odor. “How’s it going down there?” Alex asked, lifting his head. Alice sighed softly. “We’ll manage. We might need stronger diapers, better wipes, and something for odor control, but we’ve got this.” Once he was clean, powdered, and taped into a fresh diaper, Alex immediately went to the computer and began researching. Over the following weeks he ordered plastic-backed, high-capacity diapers, small disposal bags, and charcoal tablets for odor. As his diet shifted almost entirely to Alice’s milk, his bowel movements became more regular and predictable. Messy diapers stopped feeling like a major event. They became routine. Unpleasant in the moment, but quickly handled and forgotten. Forgetting supplies was another early frustration. One rushed Tuesday morning, Alex overslept and woke up with a messy diaper. After a rushed nursing session, he ran out the door. As a home health physical therapist, he drove between patients all day. By 11 a.m., after his third visit, he felt his diaper growing heavy and warm. He stopped at Starbucks for an iced coffee and a change, instinctively reaching for the diaper bag in the back seat, only to realize it wasn’t there. He texted Alice: Alex: Hey babe, is my diaper bag still by the door? Alice: Yep, right where you left it. Need it? Alex: Unfortunately… yes Alice: When are you home for lunch? Alex: After this next patient, around 12:30? Alice: Think you’ll make it? Alex: Guess we’ll find out. He sighed and went through the drive-thru instead. The next session went smoothly, but as Alex waved goodbye to his patient and walked back to the car, he felt the unmistakable surge. His diaper swelled rapidly, growing warmer and heavier. A small leak escaped, soaking into his scrub pants. Panic rose. Tears stung his eyes. He had nothing to protect the driver’s seat. “It is what it is,” he muttered, sitting down. The warm wetness spread beneath him as he drove home. When he walked through the front door, Alice was on a work call in the spare room. She waved him in, signaled “one minute,” and quickly wrapped up. “Oh, Alex,” she said, taking in his disheveled appearance. “Let’s get you changed.” She changed him on the bed in calm silence, wiping him thoroughly, applying fresh powder and barrier cream, then taping a new diaper into place. Afterward, she led him to the couch and nursed him. Alex latched deeply, taking long, slow pulls of her warm, sweet milk while she rubbed his back in soothing circles. The feeding was as much for comfort as nutrition. He closed his eyes and let the stress of the morning melt away with every swallow. From that day on, emergency diaper bags appeared everywhere, one in his car, one in Alice’s, and one by the front door. The hardest social challenge came from other people. His younger coworker Ryan once heard the faint crinkle during a joint visit and snickered, “Dude, are you wearing Depends?” Alex’s face burned. “Yeah. It’s really none of your business why.” Ryan became more distant after that. Polite and professional, but no longer friendly on their drives between patients. At a summer picnic with family friends, Alex ended up with a messy diaper. He whispered urgently to Alice, “I need a change ASAP.” She excused herself from a conversation, caught the scent, and realized the diaper bag had been left open. A toddler was gleefully waving one of Alex’s diapers in the air. Alice calmly retrieved it. “Hey buddy, I need that.” The child started crying. His father approached. “Everything alright?” “Fine,” Alice said, holding the diaper. “Your little one got into our bag.” The man noticed the size. “Is that… a diaper? It’s kind of big.” “It’s my husband’s,” Alice replied matter-of-factly. “He needs a change.” The man stared, then gave Alex a quick, sympathetic nod from across the park. Later, in the family bathroom, Alice changed the messy diaper while sighing, “This is taking longer than I expected.” Alex offered to handle changes himself again. Alice shook her head reassuringly. “No. I said I was okay with it, and I am. I just have to get used to the reality, not just the idea. We’re finding our rhythm.” And they did. Alice grew faster and more efficient. They kept supplies everywhere. They eventually bought a changing table. Public changes became smoother with practice. Through every messy change, leaking diaper, and awkward moment, Alex never regretted his choice. Each challenge only reinforced the deep comfort he craved. The constant soft padding, the mental clarity it brought, and the profound intimacy of surrendering that part of himself to Alice. “Alex,” Alice said, gently tapping his shoulder and pulling him back to the present. “You were completely zoned out. I finished changing you a few minutes ago!” Alex blinked and looked down. His fresh diaper was neatly taped, and his pants were pulled back up, the soft padding cradling him snugly. “Sorry… I was deep in thought.” “Clearly,” Alice chuckled. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Come on, let’s get you fed.” As Alex followed her to the couch and latched on, taking long, rhythmic pulls of her warm milk, he realized the past six months of trials had all been worth it. They were building something deeper than convenience. A lifetime of trust, intimacy, and memories still to come. -
By randominterestedperson · Posted
Yes. But seriously, I just checked the diapers I was interested in. Personal tastes and all that. If I can find some time over the weekend, I'll try to go over all the diapers on diaper-minister, give you guys the complete breakdown. It's quite a bit of work to do it for every diaper though. Big Ears Babies are absolutely my favorite and that is unlikely to change. Pun intended. -
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By Goodnitesboi · Posted
I would honestly buy these if they were real. -
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