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Tim woke up to a splitting headache and considerable body pain. His last recollection was of falling asleep in his own bed the previous night. It took him several tries to open heis eyes and what he saw astounded and confused him. He was in what looked like a hospital room. He was definitely immobile and helpless. He tried to call out and found he was unable to speak. What the hell was going on? Too bad for Tim that he had been unable to be a fly on the wall last week. His wife Claire and Dr. Ann Taylor were present and having a business-type meeting. Claire: " I am tired of his infidelity and bothering me for sexual favors all the time. He has inherited major investments from his parents. These include oil and gas interests that keep generating income constantly. We have plenty of money to live as we wish. I am concerned that he will get trapped by some younger golddigger and demand a divorce. Last month I hired a private investigator and found that he has not only been seeing a 21 year old slut half his (and my) age and has made preliminary inquiries to an attorney. I want him under my control permanently and I am willing to make it well worth your while" Dr Ann was rather taken aback. Her first thought was What a Bitch!. She looked at Claire and saw a well dressed woman in her early 40's. She was dressed for lunch with her girlfriends, all of whom were just as snobby as her. She was used to her life among the elite ot the city and did not want to risk a divorce. She and Tim had only one child, a daughter MaryAnn who was away at a prestigious college. Claire was constantly trying to lose 10 or 15# and resorted to figure shaping garments. Today she was wearing a clinging beige dress. It looked conservative at first glace, but the shiny hosiery and four inch heels somewhat spoiled the look. She had the tendency to dress 10 years youger than her real age. The dress was one size too small, but Claire solved this with a long-legged all-in one under her outer clothes. Dr. Ann: "As you well know, I am trying to fund a private clinic difficult cases such as this. I am a psychiatrist and have hired a head nurse who has experience with long to term care. We believe we can help here for a resonable donation. I would like to bring Nurse Yohnson in." Ann said into her phone, "Inger, would you please come in." Nurse Inger Yohnson entered the room. She was a sight to behold. The perfect Vakfyrie of Norse myth. She was tall and while not slim, was obviously used to being a figure of authority. Inger: "AS you can tell by my name and accent, I am from Sweden. I have studied in Europe and learned many mind-altering tactics there. Let's start planning things." Tim was in big trouble, but he was yet to find out. Tim woke next time to a vision of loveliness. A blonde angel's face filled his vision. "Hello Timmy. I am your nurse Inger and I will be taking care of you. You have been in a serious accident and we will be helping you heal" Unknown to Tim, Claire had drugged his beer Sunday night. Beer drinking, she thought. Another disgusting habit of Tim's that would be altered. He had not been in a real accident, but the good doctor and Nurse Inger had faked the whole thing. Inger replied, " Both of your arms are broken and your left knee also. We have had to immoblize you. If you look dowm, you will see you are wearing protection. You had a bladder infecytion from the catheter and we had to give you massive doses of anti-biotics which often have the side effect of loss o bowel control. You may or may not regain bowel control in the future, but it is unlikely that you will be able to hold you urine. In other words, you are essentially incontinent. Now that you are awake, we will take the feeding tube out ." Tim was overtaken by drowsiness. His next awareness had different feelings. His throat was sore, but he could make hoarse noises. He felt himself wet his "protection garment" Dammit, he thought. This is really nothing but a diaper. What is going on? Nurse Inger came in. Let's check your diaper big boy" Tim hated the use of the term diaper. Little did he know that diapers were to be a permanent addition to his life.

Maybe this is a good time to announce my run for president in 2020. one of my strong points is that by wearing diapers i can get that much more done as I will never need a potty break.

Chapter 2 Dr. Ann was updating Claire on Tim's condition. Dr. Ann: " To use one of my favorite lines, he is now 'Dazed and Confused.' I will keep him that way for a few days. We need to decide on when we should tell him the truth. Sooner or later, the lack of real pain from his limbs will give him a clue as to our intentions." Claire: "I definitely want to tell him myself. By the time you are done, the only adult part of his body working will be his dick. I almost pulled a "Bobbitt" on him, but this leads to better revenge. He will be aware of what you have done, Doc, but will be unable to do anything about it. I want him trained to only come when in his diapers. I also want him to learn to become an expert cunnilinguist. He always claimed that I was too 'dirty' to put his mouth there. I shall require him to make me come with his mouth on command. I want him to crawl on his hands and knees and beg me to lick my pussy. He will be my pleasure slave and he will like it" The good doctor was somewhat taken aback by this diatribe. She noticed that Claire had been rubbing her thighs together and was flushed in the face. Ann maintained her professional demeanor but was bothered by this. This woman was definately dangerous, both to her wife and the doctor's fututre. She was skirting the edges of medical ethics as it was, but she could only go so far. Dr. Ann: "Of course, we can do all that. Are the financial arrangements in place?" Claire: "Here is a draft on an overseas bank. I have transferred funds through several countries including Switzerland and Israel. You know well their banking secrets laws. I will send the other 50% on completion to MY satisfaction! Good day. I am now taking my leave. My chauffer is waiting in the next room." Ann got up to escort Claire to the exit. She got a glimpse of her "chauffer". "Come minion. I have things to doand people to see." Her "minion" followed her down the hall, staying two steps behind. He looked as if he had been ordered from "Rent-A-Stud". Athletic,more like a surfer than a bodybuilder, he looked to be in his mid twenties. Ann wondered if blond men were as stupid as blonde women. She would eventually have to do something about this dangerous woman. Claire was undoubtedly a loose cannon. Chapter 3 Nurse Inger entered the Dr's office. "I heard all of that on the intercom. What is our next step?" "Inger, you are my second in command. Tim will be your responsibility. With the psychotropic drugs in his system, he will be amenable to suggestion and hypnosis. I will prepare the program. By the time we are done, Tim will use his diapers without shame for all three of his bodily discharges. He will look forward to pleasuring women with his mouth. When it is over, we will have him declared incompetent and Claire will get control of his fortune and we both will get hefty bonuses. We can then take an extended vacation togethet." Ann winked at her sometime lover to seal the deal. Inger: "I feel sorry for him on some level. Of course he is a man and inferior, but that Claire is over the top. She is unstable and could cause trouble." Chapter 4 Tim awoke unsure of his surroundings again.. There were no windows or clocks in the room. How long had he been here? Where was hi loving wife? What was happening to him? His glasses were nowhere to be seen and with his vision he could not see far. Without notice, a liquified eruption came from his backside. He had no warning and vaguely remembered what the lovely nurse had told him. He felt himself wetting, again without warning. He could not wait to heal and regain his control. Having a one man pity party, he sobbed himself back to sleep. Tim barely noticed the soothing music and voice playing just below conscious hearing levels. Nurse Inger entered his room shortly after. She had been watching and listening the monitor in the next room. She dropped a portion of the hospital bed allowing her to change the helpless patient without his waking. The wet diaper was not too bad, but the diarrhea was a mess. She would get someone else to do this in the future. The statuesque Swede felt that she had found the correct situation. She had been treated poorly by men in the past and wanted to get even. She looked forward to experimenting with Tim's body and mind.

Chapter 5 Naturally, once the woman's footsteps had faded far enough down the hall, and I'd given it an extra minute or so while I tested the strength of my plastic pants, just in case, I was up and out of bed, slowly jiggling the door knob to confirm that it was, indeed, locked. I hadn't planned on trying to escape, since getting caught was sure to make my last few hours of this crazy, mixed-up experience even less enjoyable, but the thought that I didn't even have the option was a bit scary. For a brief moment, I even forgot about the other lock and worried about what this would mean for my bladder. Of course, even if the door hadn't been locked, I still wouldn't have been able to use the toilet, like I should have done a few minutes before, rather than sulking and plotting. I hadn't expected this, but surely I should have realized the woman wouldn't be terribly happy if I got out of bed to run to the bathroom not long after she tucked me in. It bothered me that I was so scared of her, when I knew she had no authority over me, that, come morning, this whole thing should be done. Still, she had the power to make the rest of my stay very uncomfortable and unpleasant. I sighed and turned the door knob one final time, then wandered through the room, too bored and frustrated to think about sleeping, even if it hadn't been so early. There wasn't much to look at, especially since I was going by the glow of the nightlight, afraid the woman would see the other light under the door if I turned it on, so I quickly wound up at the bay window, sitting down on the bench and staring out into the darkness. It was strange, in a way... Looking back at the shadowy room, especially the bed, and out through the window again, I began to realize it was just the kind of room I'd dreamed of having as a kid. I'd especially wanted this kind of window, something big and bright I could nestle down in front of and lose myself in a book. In fact, I mused, books were the reason I wanted that, or one book in particular. I'd always been disappointed by my own, small, window, knowing that if Peter Pan even came calling, he'd have a much harder time getting in to teach me how to fly and take me off to have adventures. It was silly, of course, but I'd been young, so that was kind of expected. Of course, as an adult, I knew having a big window like that was somewhat impractical, not least of all because it made it quite easy for anyone to see inside, if the drapes weren't closed. Which, I realized as I stood there, chills running up my spine as my cheeks stained themselves crimson, they hadn't been as I was getting dressed. Anyone could have looked up and seen me standing there, naked. Feeling dirty and humiliated, I stepped back and started to close the drape - pink, unsurprisingly - that blocked off the whole alcove from the rest of the room, then stopped myself. I was clothed now, and from a distance, I'm sure I didn't look much different from a little girl. Nobody around here knew me, anyway. It still didn't make me happy about what had happened before, but there was no reason to freak out now. Instead, I clambored up onto the bench and grasped the handles on the two sections that made up the center window, yanking them open. It made me feel like a kid again, reliving that silly little fantasy, pretending I was about to go to Never-never land. Of course, there was a screen in the way, beyond the glass, but it was still a fun thought, or would have been until I glanced down. Instead, I was snapped out of it by the sudden aggressive bleating of an alarm. Frantically, I shoved the windows closed again, berating myself for not thinking that a house this nice wouldn't be protected like that, even just for a second story window. Luckily, the noise stopped as I turned the handles to lock them, but almost before I turned around from doing that, the woman was standing in the doorway, seething. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?!" she demanded as I stood there, hands shaking. "I was... I just... A little fresh air..." I stammered frantically. "Your little butt is supposed to be in bed," she reminded me, stomping over and plucking me from the seat, carrying me back to the bed and again tucking me in, this time even tighter. "And asleep. You'd better be glad I don't think you have it in you to try to climb out of that window, or I'd suspect you lied to me as well. And good little girls don't lie, do they? And they certainly wouldn't go around sneaking out of windows, would they?" I shook my head obediently, though it was a battle to keep myself from saying anything nasty, unhappy with the implication that I was a coward or something. The worst part was that she was right. I wouldn't say I was afraid of heights, necessarily... But I could do without them. I'm not a fan of climbing down ladders, and trying to shimmy down a drainpipe or trellis or something was pretty much out of the question, especially now that I knew I had only a matter of seconds to do so, in addition to opening the window and finding a way to pop out the screen. I didn't dare ask if I could use the bathroom, or claim that the reason I'd wanted the window open was because the plastic panties were too hot, afraid either one would come out less pleasant than it should, maybe enough to push her over the edge. So I just stayed silent as she left again, leaving me to my pink prison. It took a little more effort to wriggle free from the blankets that time, and even once I had, I just sat on the edge of the bed, feet dangling and swinging. I still had nowhere to go, nothing to do. Eventually I made my way back to the window and sat down on the bench, staring out at the night sky. Maybe it would be better to just go to sleep, I mused. Morning would come quicker that way, and my freedom with it. Even if it was early... And, eventually, I did just that, curled up on the window seat. *** At first, I thought it was my alarm clock blaring, so I reached over to smack the snooze button, groaning, sure it couldn't be time to wake up already. The first thing I noticed as my eyes opened was that it was still quite dark out. After that, I realized I wasn't in my own bed, or any bed, for that matter. I sat up in shock, looking around at the pink nightmare of a room, groggily trying to puzzle out what had just happened. Before I could even come close, the door was bursting open. The woman was in a nightgown now, a long, white one with tiny polka dots of various color. Her hair wasn't in curlers, and she wasn't sleeping in an avocado mask or anything, but, like anyone just woken up, she should have looked far less intimidating than normal. Instead, she was even scarier. "Just what," she asked, "do you think you're doing?" "I was... I just fell asleep and..." My tired brain wasn't helping me out, and barely even remembered the noise that had woken me, and, presumably, her, up, as it had stopped shortly after. "You just won't learn your lesson, will you?" she shook her head, marching over to me. "There's no way you're getting out of there without me catching you, young lady. Unfortunately for you, it's past midnight now, so I can teach you in a way that might stick in your pretty little head better." My heart began to beat faster as her hand clamped over my wrist and pulled me away from the window seat, allowing her to sit there instead. I struggled against her grip, only to find myself draped over her lap. "No," I whimpered. This couldn't be happening, it had to be some sort of nightmare... After being stripped, shaved, given a time out, locked in a pair of sweltering, uncomfortable plastic pants, and put to bed early, I couldn't be getting a spanking, too... It was too much! It would be too much for a real child, too, I was sure, though that didn't provide any real comfort when I burst into tears. "Please!" I begged, squirming and sniffling. "Please don't! I'll be good, I swear! I don't need a spanking, I don't, I don't! I'll be a good girl, I promise! Please don't spank me!" It was a pitiful sight, I was sure, and perhaps even more embarrassing than taking the spanking would have been. There I was, bottom untouched, bawling my eyes out and begging for mercy. There was nothing adult about it, no telling her she couldn't, or trying again to convince her of her mistake, just blind fear and childish pleading. I tried to tell myself it was because I'd just been woken up, but I'm not sure how much that can really be blamed. "My, my," the woman clicked her tongue at me, shaking her head. "For someone who tried to claim she was an adult, you're sure acting like a baby about taking your punishment, aren't you?" I couldn't deny it, so I just mumbled another tearful, "Please..." "I don't want you to think I'm soft," she said, resting one hand on my shaking bottom, giving my cries a new urgency. After a light pat, however, she moved it away. "But I have the feeling you know that already, or you wouldn't be so scared, would you?" She lifted me up, setting me on my feet, tugging the hem of my nightshirt down as I stood in front of her, still sniveling. "You aren't going to try to open this window without my permission from now on, are you?" she asked. I shook my head, then managed a quiet, "N-No, ma'am," when she gave me a look that told me that wasn't enough. "And you're going to stay in your bed when I put you in it from now on, aren't you?" "Y-Yes, ma'am." "And you're going to an obedient, sweet little girl from now on, aren't you?" "Y-Yes, ma'am." She smiled slightly at that. "We'll see about that. It's pretty rare for one punishment to really stick, especially when you didn't actually get it... But I've never seen anyone cave as quickly as you, so maybe you'll be an exception. I hope so... I don't want you to think I enjoy having to spank you, sweetie, it's just something I have to do. Now let's get you back into bed." My pride stung a bit at that, but knowing that my bottom would likely sting much worse if I didn't play along kept me complacent enough to go with her to the bed and get tucked in for a third time, sniffling the whole time. I didn't even think to ask for the bathroom until she was gone, though my bladder was really starting to hurt by then. I laid in bed, squirming and whimpering, wondering how long I'd be able to hold it. Then, like a miracle, I heard the door being unlocked. At first I thought I must have fallen asleep again and woken up the next morning, though the fact that it was still dark quickly quashed that. Then I thought it was a dream, or just the woman being perceptive about what happens when someone wakes up in the middle of the night. It might be embarrassing to think she was comparing my bathroom habits to that of a little kid, but if it kept me from peeing myself, I could live with it. But when I rolled over in the bed, feeling a light pressure on the mattress as if someone was sitting there, it wasn't the woman I saw perched beside me. My eyes went wide and I started to yell, only to feel a hand clamped over my mouth. "Hey, twin," Holly said, smiling from the shadows. "Miss me?"

My order came today. It's official. I am now wearing the first cloth diaper since I was a baby, 27 years ago. I gotta say, it's pretty awesome! I can hardly wait to put it to use.

Sam awoke the following morning, as always, in a soggy diaper. Ripping the tapes off, he tossed it into his diaper genie and headed towards the shower. Nervous that he would have to speak to or have some kind of interaction with Caitlin, he was careful to get dressed for work quietly and tip toe towards the front door. Luckily, Caitlin had been fast asleep on the couch. It was 7:00 am after all. Sam's day at work went more or less the same as it always did. He went through the motions making calls and filing paper work but his mind was elsewhere. He kept replaying the events of the past night in his mind. Jess and her friend Shelby had always been strict when they had helped him to get ready for bed. He was used to it. But Caitlin had been downright mean. Her words 'diaper boy' still rang in his mind throughout the day. The embarrassing finale came at the end of the evening when he had to sit in his bedroom waiting forever for Caitlin to untape his diaper until he couldn't wait any longer. Her phone conversation had practically forced him to wet his diaper. Of course, that wasn't entirely true. Sam had to mentally scold himself for holding it for as long as he had. He had always had poor bladder control but, over the years, he knew he'd gotten in the habit of waiting until the last possible minute to find a bathroom. It started in childhood, when his mother had made him wear pull ups during the day for quite some time after a few minor accidents. Every time he announced that he had to go to the bathroom, it was like confessing how bad his control really was. So he would wait for the best opportunity... until they were near a restroom, until they got home, until the time when he wouldn't have to admit it... and he could go and use the toilet. In the end, it made sense. Sure, having an accident was bad, but it wasn't nearly as bad as telling someone that he had to go, urgently searching for a bathroom, then having an accident. Times like that just seemed to prove to his mother that he needed to wear pull ups. When Jess put him back into diapers, it became too much. He fell back into old habits. He stopped advertising his need to go to the bathroom. The same thing had happened during their trip to the museum. Abrupt accidents and messy diapers don't really make a good case for getting out of diapers. Of course, he hadn't been concerned with waiting to use the bathroom last night. After all, he was in his own house. True, he dreaded having to announce his need to Caitlin of all people but he was certain he could make it. And if Caitlin had untaped his diaper right away, he would have definitely made it! She had abused her power, plain and simple. On the one hand, Sam knew he had provoked her early on in the evening but, on the other hand, he knew it was ridiculous for her to order him to get ready for bed so early. He had to stand up for himself. He had to tell her that 9:30 had always been the rule. Why couldn't Jess see that? It was like she was determined to NEVER take his side in any argument... even one that he'd had with a teenage girl. But he knew that, after his big accident at the museum, Jess and Caitlin both had some justification to force him to wear diapers. Wearing diapers was one thing but Caitlin forcing him to wet in them was quite another! If only she hadn't been on the phone for so long, none of this would have happened. That much was certain, she had abused her power. Sam had caught up on some extra work at the office, knowing full well that he'd eventually have to go home and face both Jess and Caitlin. He pulled up to his apartment at 9:19. 'Perfect timing!' Sam thought to himself, rolling his eyes. As he opened the front door, he saw Caitlin sitting on the couch in front of him wearing a tank top and a jean skit, watching TV. He made eye contact only briefly before turning and looking down. Jess was standing in the kitchen washing dishes. "Hey sweetie, how was work?" she asked. "Fine... you?" he said. "Not bad." she said. Jess then turned off the sink and grabbed a towel to dry her hands as Sam walked into the kitchen. She looked pretty as always wearing a modest pair of khaki shorts and a green polo shirt, her soft brown hair tied up in a neat bun. "Its about that time, Sam. Why don't you go take off your clothes while I finish putting these dishes away, okay?" "Okay." "And after we get you ready for bed, I want you to come into the living room and we're all gonna have a little talk about what happened last night." There is was, Sam thought to himself... the conversation he'd been dreading all day. The tone in his wife's voice didn't give him much confidence. He felt so powerless as he stripped off his clothes and unbuttoned his shirt before finally sliding his underwear off. He quickly searched for the baggiest shirt he could find out of the dresser - a maneuver he had begun to perfect over the past few months. Sure, he'd have to be naked from the waist down to be diapered. But he could preserve some of his dignity by refusing to be TOTALLY naked. Unfortunately, tonight, most of his larger t shirts were in the wash and he had to settle for one that provided less coverage than he would have liked. Jess entered the room shortly after, pulling a new diaper from the dresser and unfolding it. Without her saying anything, Sam pulled his knees to his chest with a sigh. Jess sprinkled some powder onto his bare butt and rubbed it in before sliding the diaper under his rear. "Okay, all set" said Jess. Sam lowered himself onto the diaper. "So Caitlin tells me you two didn't exactly get along last night." said Jess as she pulled his diaper closed, taping it up. "It wasn't my fault. When I got home, she started saying-" "Sam, hold your horses, you'll get a chance to speak. I want to hear both sides but, for now, I want you to come with me into the living room and we'll all have a discussion about it." said Jess standing up and opening the bedroom door. Sam sat up but he hesitated to stand up. His shorter t shirt provided little cover causing his thick disposable diaper to stand out even more than usual. It was probably the worst outfit he could have been in for a conversation like this. Jess stood in the doorway of their bedroom, holding the door open, tapping her foot. "What are you waiting for, c'mon." she said. With that, Sam took a deep breath and stood up, following Jess into the living room. A smaller sized couch and a lazyboy recliner had always been the full extent of their furniture in the living room. "Have a seat." said Jess gesturing toward the empty spot on the couch next to Caitlin. Caitlin scooted a few inches back as he sat down. She clearly didn't want to sit next to him anymore than he wanted to sit next to her. Jess sat down in the lazyboy and faced them. "Okay, Caitlin I've heard your side of the story. Sam, Caitlin says that after she got off the phone with me, she saw that you peed all over the toilet seat. I told her that you've been having that problem for a while and, to be honest, I think she's right to be upset about it. If you use the potty again while Caitlin's here, I'm going to expect you to put the seat up when you pee and put it down afterwards. But thats really a minor issue. Before I left, I told you that you shouldn't be wetting your diaper because you're only a few steps away from the bathroom and I didn't want Caitlin to have to change any of your diapers last night if it could be avoided. Caitlin told me that you asked to use the potty and when she came into the bedroom, you started wetting your diaper right in front of her. Is that a fair summary of what you told me, Caitlin?" asked Jess. "Yeah thats pretty much what happened, and then I changed him. I was just kind of surprised because you said he wouldn't have any trouble using the potty last night and I walked into the room and I was about to untape his diaper when he started squirming and peeing himself. I'm not saying that he, you know, did it on purpose but... I guess it wouldn't surprise me with how rude he was acting to me all night." said Caitlin. "Thats so not true and you know it!" shouted Sam. "Sam, I told you you'd get your turn. But right now Caitlin is talking... so shush." said Jess. "Yeah... well... anyways, after that, I changed him into a clean diaper and... I told him that it might be a good idea if he went to bed." said Caitlin. "I told you that he could stay up as long as he wanted. Why did you tell him to go to bed?" asked Jess. "I don't know... I guess I was just so worn out after arguing with him all evening and checking his diaper, then changing his diaper, and I just felt like taking a break." said Caitlin. "Okay, Caitlin. I can understand you feeling a little worn out after taking care of Sam for a night, I really can. But Sam is a grown man." said Jess. "Exactly! Thank you!" said Sam. "Sam, I'm not going to ask you again. You'll get your turn. But until then, zip it, okay?" said Jess. Sam sighed as Jess continued. "Like I said, Sam is a grown man. He's not 5 years old. You can't just put him to bed early. And this is his house, not yours, okay?" "Um... yeah... okay." said Caitlin sounding a little less confident. "Now Sam, I told you that I didn't want you peeing in your diaper while Caitlin was taking care you and you did it anyway. The bathroom was like 5 feet away and she was seconds from untaping you. Now I want you to know that I'll be a lot less angry if you're honest with me. Did you go potty in your diaper just to get back at Caitlin?" asked Jess. "No Jess, honestly, I didn't." said Sam. "Then why did you?" asked Jess. Sam, still feeling a little nervous, took a deep breath. "Well, I told her that I needed to go to the bathroom and she was on the phone and she told me to go and wait for her in the bedroom." began Sam. "Oh? Caitlin, you didn't tell me you were on the phone." said Jess. "Yeah, I dunno, I didn't think it was that important." said Caitlin. "Thats why she wanted me to get ready for bed so early... because she wanted to talk to her boyfriend at 9:30. She was on the phone when I asked to go to the bathroom and she told me to wait in the bedroom. I tried to hold it but it took her like 10 minutes to come in. I held it as long as I could." said Sam. "Thats not true! I was on the phone for like 2 minutes before I came in!" shouted Caitlin. "Caitlin! Wow, take it down a few decibels okay? Sam is speaking right now." said Jess. "So when Caitlin came in, you couldn't hold it anymore?" asked Jess. "I... tried. I tried really hard but when she came in to do the tapes, she pushed me back on the bed and I... couldn't help it." s "Is that true, Caitlin?" "I just pushed him back so I could untape his diaper. I wasn't even even on the phone for that long. It took like 2 minutes." said Caitlin. "No way, it was at least 10 minutes that I waited. Then she called me 'diaper boy'." said Sam. "Did not!" shouted Caitlin. "Okay, I think I've heard enough. Sam, I can't say that I approve of your attitude towards Caitlin last night or even now. You guys are my family and you both need to figure out how to get along. And Sam, when you go potty, you need to pee IN the potty. How many times have I told you that?" "I don't know..." said Sam, his head downcast. "All of that being said, Caitlin, I think it might have been a mistake for me to leave you in charge while I was away." said Jess. "What?! You're getting mad at me because Sam can't control his pee?" said Caitlin. "Caitlin, thats enough! Sam has a medical condition, you know he can't help it. Like I said, I was the one who made the mistake of putting you in charge. I know it was a lot to take in last night and, like I said, I think Sam could have had a better attitude. But you need to understand that Sam can't always hold it for very long. I know that 2 minutes may not seem like a very long time for you or I to wait but for Sam, that can make all the difference. When he tells you he needs to use the potty, he means it. Its not fair for you to make him wait like that. And knowing the way you get when you're on the phone with a boy, I'd be willing to bet that Sam was waiting closer to 10 minutes. And if you are a nurse and a patient needs something, you can't just step outside and call your boyfriend whenever you want." "So you're taking his side?" asked Caitlin. "Yeah, I guess I am. But I still want you both to apologize to each other." "What?!" they both said in unison. "You heard me. Caitlin, I want you to apologize to Sam for making him wait so long when he had to go potty." said Jess. "I'm... I'm... s-sorry, Sam." said Caitlin. "For what?" prodded Jess. "For making you wait to use the potty." said Caitlin. "And Sam, I want you to apologize for your attitude and for peeing on the seat. You weren't really a gentlemen last night." "I'm sorry I was... you know... kinda hard to get along with. I didn't mean to go... on the seat. Sorry." said Sam. "Okay, now shake hands." said Jess. Sam turned and shook Caitlin's hand. As he shook it, he saw Caitlin roll her eyes. Sam had a slight smirk on his face. Jess had finally sided with him. "Now I don't want to hear anymore about this. Caitlin's not going to be in town for much longer so I want the two of you to get along, okay?" They both nodded. "Jess, could I go into the other room and watch some TV? Its kind of been a long day." said Sam. "Sure sweetie, you go right ahead. Can I get you anything?" asked Jess. "I dunno, a coke?" "Coming right up." she smiled. With that, Sam got up and walked towards his bedroom. Before he went in, he couldn't resist the urge to glance back at Caitlin. He was still smirking. Caitlin stuck her tongue out at Sam. This just made Sam smile even more. He couldn't remember the last time someone stuck their tongue out at him. Shortly after, Jess entered the bedroom shutting the door behind her. "How are you, sweetie?" she asked as she sat down next to him on the bed. "I'm fine I guess." he said. "Diaper still dry?" "Yep." Jess slid two fingers into the leg band of the diaper to check for herself. "Good... So Sam... I'm sorry about last night. You know this isn't easy for me to say but I think maybe I owe you... you know, I owe you an apology." she said with a sigh. "Really?" Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Yeah, I mean, Caitlin is mature for her age but she really did act like an immature teenager last night. I shouldn't have left her in charge. I'm not going to do that again." "Thanks, Jess." "I promise I'll find a way to make it up to you. Are you still taking tomorrow off of work to hang out with us? Remember its her last full day in town before she goes home." "Oh shit... uh, yeah, okay sure I guess I'll have to." said Sam as he remembered that he had taken a day off from work to hang out with Jess and Caitlin. If he'd remembered, he probably would have cancelled it earlier in the day but he'd had a lot on his mind. Now he had no choice. But a day off was a day off. "And I just want to let you know that you'll still gonna be wearing diapers tomorrow. Before you say anything, I want you to know that it has absolutely nothing to do with your accident last night. That wasn't your fault. I'm having you wear protection because we're going to be out of the house for most of the day tomorrow. Thats been the rule for a while now. And we'll find you a potty as soon as you need to go." said Jess. Sam sighed. "But I was thinking... if you did have any accidents tomorrow, Caitlin should be on diaper duty." "What?!" said Sam. "I'll supervise her of course. I'll be there the whole time. But she was the one who said she wanted to be a nurse. After last night, I'm not so sure she's really cut out for the job. C'mon Sam, this is my day off too. Let her change you. I'll make sure she does it right. Did her diapering last night feel okay? Not too tight?" "No, I dunno, it was fine I guess." "Well the bed is dry as a bone. It doesn't look like you leaked at all when you had your accident. Trust me Sam, I'm not gonna let her treat you the way she did last night. And I'm definitely not gonna let her call you any names... did she really call you diaper boy?" "Yeah, she did." "Well, I'm gonna need to have a talk with her about that. But she is on diaper duty tomorrow. Thats her punishment for calling you names. You had to take a lot of crap from her last night so I won't feel the least bit sorry for her is she has to do the same for you tomorrow." "Ha-ha. Very funny." Sam said sarcastically. "I'm sorry, sweetie. That was a low blow. Come here." said Jess with open arms. Sam sat up in bed and hugged Jess. She kissed him on the cheek. "Can you forgive me for leaving my immature cousin in charge?" "Yeah I guess." said Sam. "Okay, well, I'm going to have a talk with her, let me know if you need anything." said Jess getting up and walking out of the room. Sam sipped his coke while staring at the TV screen. He still had a small smile on his face, satisfied with his victory against Caitlin. It didn't even matter that he had to wear diapers the next day. He was just glad that Caitlin would be gone soon and that Jess said that she 'owed him'. Jess' humble apology made him happy to go along with her plan. In truth, simply wearing a diaper hadn't bothered him for months. Sure, some of the more embarrassing scenarios bothered him. It wasn't as if he wanted to walk around in public in just a diaper or have everyone at his office find out that he wore them. But simply wearing and even using a diaper for its intended purpose didn't seem nearly as horrible as they had in the past. In fact, after his close call at the office the other day, he was finally beginning to see what Jess meant when she said that it brought her peace of mind. After all, an accident in public would have been pretty embarrassing for both of them. Just knowing that he wouldn't have to obsess all day about being near a bathroom was nice. He even had to admit that the feel of diapers relaxed him. The extra powder Jess had been giving him over the summer helped him to stay nice and cool. The extra cushion in his rear meant that no matter where he sat down, it would be like sitting on a cloud. Even using his diapers wasn't as bad as it had once seemed. The warmth of his urine always felt good... except when it was Caitlin talking on her stupid phone and forcing him to wet himself. Speaking of wetting himself, it had been a while since Jess was in the room and the soda that Sam drank seemed to go right through him. His bladder was full once again. Just then, Jess walked into the bedroom and shut the door. 'Perfect timing' thought Sam. "Caitlin is asleep on the couch. I talked to her about how she treated you. She promised to be extra nice tomorrow." said Jess. "Cool. Look, Jess, I was wondering..." began Sam. "Yeah, whats up?" said Jess as she took off her shirt, revealing a blue bra underneath. Sam's mind went blank as he stared at his wife. She slipped into a t shirt before stepping out of her shorts. She did it in one fluid motion that was so perfect, he didn't even have time to glimpse her panties. "Sam?" she asked. "Huh?" was all he could manage. "You were wondering... what?" "Oh, I um... I just have to... um... you know." "Use the potty? You want me to untape you?" she asked. "Oh, um... yeah, sure." said Sam. "But like I said before, if you use your diaper sometimes, I won't be mad. And I know you've had a long day. I just wanna keep track of your accidents. If its on purpose, that doesn't count obviously. Did you go potty in your diaper?" she asked. "Oh... um, no... I guess I was just asking to use the um... " "You know, after last night, if you didn't feel like using your diaper, I completely understand. I'm not trying to pressure you. Trust me, using the toilet means its one less diaper for me to change. I just said you could go in your diaper sometimes because... well, I don't know... it just does me a lot of good to know that there is something you like about your diapers. I know it can't be easy for a manly guy like yourself to wear them. And I know they've caused us more than a few fights. I still want you to wear them. They put my mind at ease but... after last night, I can see I've been pushing a bit much. I should have gotten Shelby to come over or something." "Thanks." said Sam. "So, tell you what, I'm gonna go brush my teeth and you think about what you wanna do, okay?" "Okay." he said. Sam struggled with the idea as he heard the running water in the sink. The rushing water made his need a lot more urgent. He couldn't believe he was actually considering it after what happened last night. The choice should have been obvious - use the toilet and prove that you're an adult. On the other hand, Sam was exhausted from a long day at the office and not getting up to use the toilet was definitely a plus. Not only that, but he would get to feel his wife's gentle hands on his genitals as she cleaned him off. Just as he began to release his warm stream, he saw Jess exit the bathroom. She looked right at him with a mischievous grin on her face. He caught sight of her light blue panties for a brief moment as she climbed into bed next to him. "Hey, cutie." she said with a smile. "Oh... hey... h-hows it goin?" said Sam hesitantly as he felt his diaper swelling up with warmth. "Feel better?" she asked, leaning in a little closer. "Yeah..." whispered Sam, his heart pounding, his erection pressing up against the warm inside of his diaper. Staring into Jess' eyes, he flinched a little when he felt her hand grabbing him through the warm, thick padding. "Hush, sweetie. Its okay. I love you... I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?" she said leaning in and kissing him on the lips. "Okay." said Sam. Jess then leaned in and kissed him again, this time longer and more deeply as she massaged the thick, swollen padding that separated her hand from him. "You ready to get changed?" she whispered. Sam's heart was beating so fast. He didn't know what to say. His wife's warm embrace was so tender. He finally nodded. "I love you." she whispered, kissing him on the forehead. Jess then sat up and climbed out of bed. Sam began massaging the front of his diaper as Jess walked over to the dresser to take out his supplies. Still under the covers, he continued massaging himself as he watched Jess unfold a new disposable diaper in her hands and set the box of baby wipes down on the bed. "Come here." she said patting the edge of the bed. Sam didn't want to move. He felt so comfortable under the covers. He finally brought himself to scoot toward the edge of the bed until his legs were hanging over the edge. "Your hands have been busy." said Jess, taking Sam's hand in hers and kissing him on the cheek. Jess kissed him deeply again and Sam began rubbing the front of his soggy diaper with his one free hand. Jess pulled away from their embrace for a moment. "Whats wrong?" asked Sam. "You're wet, sweetie. I don't want you to get a rash. C'mon lets get you cleaned up. I guarantee you you'll feel better once we get you into a dry diaper." whispered Jess as she gently pushed him back onto the bed. Sam didn't resist. He became even more aroused by the feeling of Jess rolling up his t shirt. Teasing him, she blew on his navel a little before slowly ripping open the tapes one by one and pulling his diaper open. She ran some cool baby wipes along his shaft before thoroughly wiping his balls. "Grab your legs for me, baby." she said. Sam did as he was told and she slid the diaper out from under him. Sliding his clean diaper into place, Jess wiped then powdered Sam's butt. He set his butt down on the dry, safe padding of his new diaper. She then squirted some baby oil into her hands and gently massaged his shaft. He came almost immediately. He lay on his bed, out of breath, his eyes closed, in ecstasy. Jess then took a cool baby wipe and ran it along Sam's forehead, wiping off his excess sweat. Then she moved lower with the wipes, cleaning off her husband's abs. Then she shook some powder onto his balls before slowly pulling the diaper closed, taping it shut, and kissing Sam on the forehead. "I love you, sweetie." she said. "I... love you..." said Sam, still a little out of breath. It took all of his strength to crawl toward the top of the bed and pull the covers over himself. The last thing he remembered was Jess climbing into bed and snuggling up behind him. She wrapped her warm arms around him and kissed him on the back of the neck. He fell asleep almost instantly.

Be kind now, some of us aren't native English speakers and we do make mistakes which a child would find silly, but pobody's nerfect.

yea. like i said, different laws in different countries. still, back to the issue at hand. why are we attacking our own people for something they love? and the forceing their fettish on others argument is invalid, unless they are like some really dumb people who do illegal acts to force people to partisipate. showing your diapers or soothers or anything is not forceing it on them, they can look away.

some of you guys think this over way too much. if i want to go out in a diaper and a t-shirt, there is nothing wrong with that. its not illegal (here anyway) and if people dont like it, they can go to hell. what i chose to wear is my buisness and mine alone. i dont attack people for wearing fur even if i think its evil. i dont attack guys in speedos at the lake or beach, even if i dont want to see their junk. lesbians can kiss in public, crossdessers go out in public in drag. and as a baby, i want to go out in a sleeper or a onsie and fully diapered. all this bull about forceing my fettish on others is just a way to make us stay hidden. who the hell really cares. you say it like someone seeing my diaper is illegal and i will go to jail. this is why new diaper lovers and adult babies are so shy. their choices are precieved as abnormal and wrong. even in their own comunity. how many of you are ashamed of what you are? you have to hide in your room, do it at times when noone can find out. you hide it from loved ones and relationships. it needs to end. being what we are is not something to be ashamed of. almost all of you talk of going out in public, or even just sitting on your own couch in your own home, like its a far off dream. it saddens me that even therapists dont know what we are. ok, im done ranting, im gonna stop before i say something really regretfull.

Hear Hear! My thoughts exactly! As I've stated before, it's not a good thing to purposly flash your diapers to get a reaction, however if you bend down and your diaper shows out the back of your jeans a little in the normal course of going about your day, is that any worse than seeing someone's BVD's or Jocky's? As I've stated many times before, it's certinaly a lot better than seeing someone's butt crack!

I think there is a world of difference between showing off for the purpose of showing off, and having a lack of discretion because you don't believe it is needed. Pulling your pants down to show off your diaper, underwear, or ass, is showing off to show off. Having a diaper on, and being sick of having to take 89 precautions so people don't find out, so one day you stop wearing underwear over it to mask the sound and stop wearing a long coat or a sweatshirt tied around your waist to really hide it well -- that's having a lack of discretion. If someone notices because you didn't take enough precautions or were careless it is one thing. To try to get caught, or to just flat out show it off -- that is another. In terms of legal philosophy, one is the intended outcome, the other is a foreseeable possible consequence (i.e. a side-effect) that is unintended. Important distinction.

My absaloute fravrite thing to do in a messy diaper is to go for a long walk around the shops, town center, the beach and any other really publicaly filled places i can think of, with the waist band of my diaper just showing about my shorts, and my t-shirt a littile tucked in to my diaper, so that everyone knows. I always make shure im wearing really babyish / childish cloths. Its such a thrill as people stair at me wadaling around with a huge bulge in the seat of my didee, carying tiger and smelling poopy. Some people smile, some give wired looks most just stair. I wish i had a mommy that would take me out in a stroller.