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It's always a nice treat to find a new chap of your story, NewGuy. I love how you trigger on Sam stress and relaxation, alternatively. Jess way becomes more and more smooth, just keeping the big boy in his place: that is well hydrated (and some alcohol is helping even more),safe in his nappies but not allowed to cover them, more and more relaxed about diapers but not permitted to touch forbidden things.

I also believe mudslinging is an addiction; a disease. The only cure is to turn off the television and do research.

Mikey...what the fuck are you talking about?!?!?

Thanks so much for reposting that last chapter! That helps me out a lot. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "He doesn't... like messing himself does he?" asked Jordan hesitantly looking down at Sam. "No, I wouldn't say that. He's a boy so gross things don't bother him. I think he's just used to it. Jess says he touches himself sometimes but, like I said, he's a boy. No big surprise there." said Shelby. "So is this all... pretty common for Sam?" asked Jordan. Sam was feeling too shy to say anything. He couldn't quite make out the look on Jordan's face as she glanced down at him. It was a look of detachment with a hint of disgust. The two women just continued to talk about him as if he wasn't even there. "Well... Jess diapers him a lot during the day so, yeah, he has plenty of accidents but, as far as dirty diapers go... well... I wouldn't say a lot but it does happen from time to time. This won't be the first poopy diaper I've changed Sam out out of." said Shelby kneeling down. Sam couldn't help but glance at the near invisible outline of her sheer panties underneath her summer dress. She opened the package and pulled two wipes out in her hands. "Okay, so I'll do all the dirty work here. I'll just need you to hand me that new diaper once we get him cleaned up here." Just then, a loud knocking started coming from the front door. "Oh, thats probably Jess. Jordan, keep an eye on Sam, make sure he doesn't touch himself." said Shelby getting up. Sam heard the front door open up and the sound of the two woman talking. He glanced up at Jordan for only a brief moment, still unable to decipher the look on her face. She wrinkled her nose at him a bit but said nothing. Sam figured it was probably the smell. He was thrilled to hear Jess' voice in the other room. "No, no, you're sweet Shelby. I got it. I'll take care of him." he heard Jess say. He breathed a sigh of relief when Jess came out from around the corner into the hallway. "Thanks Jordan, I can take it from here." said Jess. "You sure? You need any help with anything?" she asked. "No, we'll be fine. Thanks though." said Jess with a friendly smile, kneeling down in front of Sam. "Okay well... see you guys in a bit." said Jordan, disappearing into the other room. Sam couldn't help himself. Ignoring the large load in his diaper, he sat up and hugged Jess tightly. She hugged him back, stroking his hair a little. With Sam sitting on the floor and Jess still kneeling, he could only rest his head on her shoulder. "Whoa, I've only been gone 10 minutes, honey." she said. "Seems like a lot longer to me." said Sam. "I'm sure... with a mess like that in your pants." "I'm just... glad to see you. I just... didn't want them to see me like this." said Sam. "Are you feeling okay?" asked Jess, pulling back a little and putting her hand on Sam's forehead. "Yeah... fine I guess." "Why didn't you tell me you had to use the potty?" asked Jess. "I uh... I tried to but... you were in such a hurry." "Well, yeah, I was in a hurry because we were late but I never heard you ask to use the potty." "I guess I didn't. I'm sorry." "Its okay, sweetie. At least you were protected." said Jess. "Yeah..." said Sam, feeling like he was more or less agreeing with her logic. "Okay, lets get you cleaned up now." said Jess, kissing him on the cheek and pushing him gently onto his back. Sam felt his slippery mess slide around even more as he laid back again. He knew this wasn't going to be a quick change. But he was glad Jess was the one doing it. It was worth the wait just to escape the embarrassment of getting his messy diaper changed by Shelby and some woman he'd never met before. As these thoughts flashed through Sam's mind, he felt his wife ripping open the tapes and pulling back his diaper. "Legs" she said. Sam grabbed his legs and felt the mess separate from his bare bottom as Jess wiped it away with the front panel of his diaper. Sam couldn't help but smile a little. The southing and tender caress of his wife's loving hands through the cool wipes was like nothing else. When Shelby changed him, he felt only a firm and quick swipe across his cheeks. But Jess was more gentle. Even with his eyes closed he'd know her touch. He was also smiling a little at the joy of getting clean after sitting in his own mess for longer than he would have liked. Before he knew it, Jess was powdering his bottom and slipping a clean diaper underneath him. As he set his butt down, Sam began to feel like there were few things as refreshing as a clean diaper under his butt after a change. It was still hard to admit there was anything he liked about diapers but there were certainly plenty of things he liked about feeling fresh, clean, and... protected. He looked up at Jess and she was smiling at him a little. Sam glanced down, noticing his giant erection. He must have enjoyed the change more than he thought. "Don't give me that look. We came here to have a nice dinner with Shelby and Jordan and thats what we're going to do." said Jess still smiling. She slipped the old, folded diaper into the small trash bag before standing up. "Now... I'm gonna find somewhere to throw this out. I think you and your little friend could stand to get some air and... calm down a bit. But I want you to keep those hands of yours at your side, okay? I'm trusting you here. This isn't exactly a private hallway. So relax, close your eyes, don't move, and I'll be back in just a sec, okay?" Sam nodded in agreement. "Your eyes aren't closed." said Jess still smiling at him. Sam closed his eyes. Jess walked away. He could hear Jess talking in the other room. "You get your boy all cleaned up?" Shelby asked. "Almost. Is there somewhere I can throw this out?" "Yeah, there's a dumpster just outside there. Hey, Jordan" "Yeah?" "I lied when I said you wouldn't have to do any dirty work. Can you run that out to the trash while Jess finishes up with Sam." "Oh, sure, no problem." Sam heard footsteps in the hallway again. He opened his eyes. It was Jess. "Okay" said Jess kneeling down and pulling Sam's diaper closed. "You're all set." she said smoothing out the tapes. Sam and Jess stood up. Sam reached for his sweat pants. "Wait, wait, wait. I'll take those." said Jess grabbing them out of his hands. "What?" asked Sam confused. "Come on, Sam. You remember Shelby's rules. Your not allowed to wear pants at her house, remember?" "Seriously?" "Yeah, seriously. She wants to be able to keep an eye on things down there. And I don't blame her. You did just mess your pants in her house." Sam sighed. "Come on. Lets go have a drink. I think we could both use one." said Jess taking his hand. Shelby walked out of the kitchen with some wine glasses in her hand and sat down next to Jordan on the couch. "Well, the food won't be ready for another 10 minutes or so. What do you say we open up that bottle you got us?" "Sure." said Jess smiling again. Popping the cork, she poured a tall glass and handed it to Sam before pouring the other glasses. The evening had been so hectic for Sam he almost chugged his glass but thought better of it after taking a big gulp. He sat down on the adjacent couch. He knew Shelby and Jordan had a clear view of his diapered crotch but he didn't care. The worst part of the evening was over... and Sam felt much better. Jess sat down next to him and took his hand again. Every day, Sam enjoyed holding his wife's hand more and more. Before long, the four of them walked into the kitchen and sat at the table for another one of Shelby's delicious meals. Sam was relieved to have his diaper concealed underneath the kitchen table and felt much less self conscious. He glanced at his wife and smiled from time to time, feeling her warm hand stroking his bare knee affectionately. Pouring himself another glass of wine, he released a small, warm squirt of pee into his diaper. He wasn't about to ask to use the bathroom in the middle of this great meal. Besides, he didn't pee that much and he knew Jess was finally relaxing a little. If anything, he knew using his diaper would probably be more convenient... for both of them. As dinner ended, Shelby collected everyone's plates and took them to the kitchen sink. As everyone slowly stood up and moved back towards the living room, Sam stood behind his chair, peeing in his diaper again. A stronger flow, probably brought on by all the wine, trickled into his garment before warming things up and being totally absorbed. Even now, Sam couldn't help but feel a little mischievous knowing he was peeing while other people were in the room. At this point, he had gotten pretty good at peeing without anyone noticing. He just had to make sure Jess wasn't looking at him. While he was confident he could probably fool Shelby now, Jess always seemed to notice that the expression on his face changed somehow... even though his 'potty face' had gotten more subtle.

That's the most disturbing thing ever, people are still reading paper magazines?

As mentioned in other posts,I've tried the WMM files with very limited success. But for others they worked better. The keys are that you must want what it offers with few or no reservations; you must be OK with the person giving the session; and you must believe that it can work I think the reason I wasn't more successful is a fear of getting what I ask for and finding that it wasn't what I wanted and cannot be easily undone. Not having tried the baby-pants files, is there anything about reversing them later on? Glad you got the results you were looking for Bettypooh