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I sat through another eternity of Mom questioning and Marcie answering until they finally stood up. Mom shook Marcie's hand and ordered me to do likewise, which was as an awkward a moment for her as it was me, and she was out the door. "After that display, I should take your shirt." Mom snapped as she closed the door. I was dumbstruck. "What did I do?!" "Well let's see. nearly throwing a tantrum when you needed your diaper changed, then sulking like a two-year-old in timeout the rest of the interview? I suppose it doesn't matter, she's obviously not cut out to handle a big baby like you." No longer 'little boy', now it was 'big baby'. "I'm not a baby!" I shot back, immediately regretting it. "Well that settles that!" she snapped, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling my arm down, jerking me into a bent-over position. She pulled the shirt over my head in one quick move, and I had nothing left to do but raise my arms feebly as she ripped it the rest of the way off. "Now, any more misbehaving and I'll pull that diaper down and spank your bare bottom in front of our guest. AND I'll order you another case of baby diapers for fall!" Back to virtually naked and up against the proverbial wall, I bowed my head. The doorbell rang a moment later, and Mom lifted my chin and shot me a wicked glare as she stuck her finger an inch or two from the bridge of my nose. "I mean it!" she hissed. The door opened and a very, very attractive blonde walked in, petite, with a girl-next-door cuteness to her facial features, which were immediately exaggerated as she covered her mouth and giggled at the sight of me. "Danielle, say hello to Billy. Billy?" Mom said expectantly. I lifted my eyes and struggled to keep them focused on her face as I reached a trembling hand out, which Danielle accepted and shook lightly as she smiled and stifled another giggle. "I'm sorry, really. Those are the most darling diapers I've ever seen!" The erection I had inadvertently developed when I saw her and touched her hand quickly went flaccid. "Aren't they cute?" Mom cooed. "I bought them online. Perfect for my big baby boy! Sit down, Baby Boy!" she instructed, and I collapsed, Indian style, where I stood. "He's so cute, and just as shy as a toddler too! Poor guy, you're just so embarrassed by all this, aren't you? What in the world did you do to get in this much trouble?" Danielle cooed. Mom went through the whole miserable story again, my misbehavior at school, the sentencing, the suspension, and even embellished on my behavior in the last interview as she explained my wardrobe. "Oh you poor little guy!" Danielle remarked. "I hope we get along better!" Not surprisingly, Danielle was practically ecstatic to have a go at a diaper change when Mom offered. Unfortunately for me, nature took over, and when she removed the front of my diaper, I was standing at full attention, covering my eyes at the shame of it. A series of sharp slaps on my thigh from my mother cured that problem fairly quickly, and the two women cooed and doted over me as they replaced the still-dry diaper, but not before wiping me down with a cold wipe and laying on another thick layer of powder. The fear of my mother's reprisal keeping my temper in check coupled with Danielle's nearly sadistic pleasure in adding to my humiliation was finally too much, and tears began to flow freely. "What is the matter, baby boy?" Mom asked, feigning concern. "Are we still tired? Did we not get enough of a nap?" I bit my lip hard, but said nothing as I trembled. Danielle, to my further surprise, stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me over onto her lap on the couch. "Poor little boy, he's just having a tough day, isn't he?" she cooed as she held my head to her breasts. My erection came back in full force, thankfully concealed by the thick padding, but I did my level best to mask how much I was turned on by this whole exercise. This, apparently, displeased my mother. "You may go lie down and take another nap, Billy." she said stiffly. I pulled myself up to a stand and trudged out of the room, and Danielle called after me, "Have a nice nap, sweetie! Maybe I'll see you Monday!" Once out of sight, I practically ran up to my room and did the most degrading thing I'd ever done in my life - I grabbed the front of that diaper and masturbated to the image of that buxom blonde and her combination of syrupy cat-calling and exaggerated "caretaking". Afterward, there was nothing but shame, heavy, rank, soul-rending shame at what I'd done. That and my bowels demanding audience. I trembled as I lay over on my side, pushing it out as fresh tears began to streak my face, and when it was over, and I'd added a heavy dose of urine to the disgusting mess in the front, I collapsed into fitful sleep.

She could take the wrong way and file a complaint. I would not recomend it.

2 weeks later. They were running. Five of them, all running. Peter, Collete, Isobel, Keller, and Sarah. Searching for shelter from the bombs raining down, somewhere that could give them shelter. However, the bombs weren't the worst problem. The worst problem was the plague. Ever since the day with the girl in the river and the boom-boom at the clocktower, nothing had been the same. People were dying left and right, being driven mad, falling to pieces. The plague affected everyone differently. Some simply dropped dead, as if shot. Others were paralyzed, or went mad. Some people were affected minutes or days after the clocktower, others had yet to show any symptoms, but everyone knew that one day soon it would be their turn to suffer, and they prayed it would be something they could live with. They took shelter in a clockmakers shop as another bomb crashed down, a large dirigible flying above. Everyone knew that the plague was an attack, but nobody knew from whom. News from across the pond said that everyone else was under the same attack, and the attacking ships had no recognizable markings on them. "In here!" Peter said, directing the four others into the basement, which looked to be reinforced and proofed for bombs. "Hurry!" And it was good that he made them move with such speed, for just after he sealed the trap door a bomb crashed down just above them. Isobel, only seven, shuddered a bit and started to cry. Collete, a mere 11 years older and not ready to be this girls mother by any means began comforting her anyways, while Keller argued with Peter. "We have to keep moving!" Keller said, firmly. "If we try and stay put the plague will just kill us all one by one." "It's not always lethal," Peter said. "And if we keep moving that will still happen!" Keller shook his head. "What happens when they start sending land troops down and scourge the earth? We will be in the middle of their attack route, they will just come down and kill us!" "If we try and move, they will kill us with their bombs!" Peter yelled. As they said this, Sarah began shuddering on the ground, but nobody took notice. Peter and Keller were too busy arguing to take note, Isobel was crying with her eyes shut, and Collete was busy comforting her. "I don't care about the bombs!" Keller screamed. He finally paused, when he realized the bombs had stopped. "Now is our chance. If we get moving, we can..." "They are trying to draw us out, nitwit," Peter responded, an ear cocked for sounds of motion. That is when he finally noticed Sarah, convulsing quietly. He ran to her side, kneeling down. "Sarah!" he yelled, trying to get her attention, but her eyes had glazed over. It wasn't for another thirty seconds that she stopped shuddering and lied still, her body turning cold. Collete buried Isobel's head in her shoulder, so that the young girl wouldn't see anything. Peter took advantage of the silence to speak. "Look," he said. "The plague isn't always fatal. If we wait down here, it looks like there is enough food to last the four of us at least a week. We can try and wait out the rest of the attack, hopefully reinforcements will arrive soon and rescue us. Until then, we stay put." "And what about Sarah?" Keller asked, quietly. "What do we do about her?" "We move the body," Peter said. "Up, out of the shelter. And we pray that it doesn't happen to us." And with that, the argument was over.

Sam awoke to the feeling of Jess gently stroking his hair. He felt the bulge of his warm, soggy diaper between his legs as he rolled over onto his back. Opening his eyes to his wife's smiling face was nice. With a yawn, he noticed she was wearing a white button down blouse, seemingly all ready to head off to work. "You have a good rest, sleepy head?" she asked. Sam smiled and nodded. He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. It would be at least 30 minutes before Jess had to leave for work. Then he smiled again, remembering the day he had ahead of him. It was a work day to be sure but he'd finally have the little bit of independence he'd been secretly craving. Today was the day he'd get to try out the pull ups Jess purchased for him. While calling them that felt a little babyish, it hardly mattered to him. At any rate, the word 'pull ups' wasn't nearly as babyish as the word DIAPERS... a word that he cringed at for so long but now barely even cared about. It was just part of their daily vocabulary as a couple. Well, Jess' vocabulary anyway. Sam had always avoided using the word whenever possible. But his new pull ups weren't diapers and that was all that mattered. And it was a lot easier than calling them 'incontinence briefs'. "Can I make you some breakfast before I head out?" asked Jess with a friendly smile. "Oh, yeah, sure. I was gonna take a shower real quick though if thats okay." said Sam. Sam usually didn't shower until afternoon or early evening but he wanted to start the day out right. He wanted to be fresh, clean, and showered. Today, if he had to pee, he'd be able to go to the toilet to do it. No wet diapers. No Shelby. No annoying diaper changes. "Sure, honey. Just don't stay in there too long, I'm leaving soon here. You wanna come lay back for me over here and we'll get you changed?" asked Jess. Sam nodded. Part of him thought she would have just allowed him to take off his own diaper since he was heading straight to the shower. But he did as he was told. She ripped the tapes and opened it up, proceeding to wipe down his balls and penis with the cold baby wipes. Lifting his butt, she slid the wet diaper out from under him before quickly running a wipe over his bare bottom and between his cheeks. Sam hardly thought this was necessary since he was about to shower but he figured she probably did it more out of habit than anything else. The walk to the bathroom for a shower after getting his diaper untaped was always awkward. It was the only part of his day where he got to be naked. The cool air on his damp genitals felt strange. Tossing his sleep shirt onto the floor, Sam quickly turned on the shower. Feeling the warm water cascade over him and running the soap over his body, he quickly began to feel erect. Sam took himself in his hands, pleasuring himself as he usually did. He knew Jess might not approve but it was the only time in his day where he even had the opportunity to pleasure himself... but even that might be about to change. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how different pull ups were from diapers. When he was diapered, the fit around his waist was usually so snug that he could barely slide his fingers between the waistband and his bare skin... and he definitely didn't have room to slide his entire hand in. He was always confined in diapers. Showering and changing were the only times he got to feel truly 'naked' Opening the bathroom door, he began tying his towel around his waist as he emerged into the bedroom in a cloud of steam. As if knowing he'd finished his shower, Jess walked into the bedroom carrying his package of pull ups in her hands. She set them down on the dresser next to his package of adult diapers. "Okay, I got some breakfast for you on the table. You have a good shower?" she asked. "Uh, yeah." said Sam, paranoid that she knew what he'd been doing. "Lets get you dried off." she said pulling the towel out from his waist and wrapping it around his upper body before tussling his damp hair with it. This caught Sam off guard but he said nothing as Jess began toweling him off. He knew she didn't want to be late for work. "Arms up." she said. Sam obeyed without even thinking as she slid a t shirt onto him. Sam took the shirt in his hands and finished by pulling it over his head. Standing there, naked except for his shirt, he watched as Jess tore open the new plastic package before pulling out the new garment he saw before him. In truth, the folded pull up in her hand didn't look much different from the way his diapers looked when they were removed from their package.... it was a little thinner but white and mostly the same. But Sam tried to remind himself that these were not diapers. He watched as she knelt down before pulling one open and stretching out the waistband a little. Seeing her holding it open for him to step in, it almost looked like a pair of underwear... almost. Sam slid one leg through the first leg hole... then the next. Jess quickly slid the garment up his legs until it was around his waist. Sam sighed. He had hoped to be the one to put it on himself... so much for his newfound independence. But at least they felt thinner between his legs than his thick, super absorbent diapers did. "Hows it feel?" she asked with a smile. "Um... great." said Sam. "Comfortable?" she asked. "Yeah." said Sam, smiling. "Great. Now just a few quick reminders... I know you know this but... when you pee in the toilet, make sure you lift up the seat. But always remember to put it back down when you're done, okay?" Sam nodded. "And always flush after you're done. And... last but not least?"asked Jess, hoping for her husband to fill in the blank. "Um... pull my pull up back up?" asked Sam. "After that." said Jess. "Um..." "How about wash your hands?" said Jess. "Oh, yeah, I mean of course. Yeah." he mumbled. "Now this is what you wanted so I'm trusting that you'll get the hang of it. I know you haven't been using the toilet that regularly but its 10 feet away, I'm sure you can manage. But I expect you to use it all day today. If anything happens, you're protected but remember... I want you to use the potty." "You don't have to worry about that." Sam said confidently. Good. Remember, your pull ups are just in case, okay? And they're not as absorbent as your diapers so even if you feel yourself having an accident, I still want you to get to the potty as quick as you can, okay?" Sam nodded. "And when I get home, we'll diaper you back up for the night and you can give your pull up to me and we'll double check to make sure you stayed dry. Sound good?" "Yeah... sure." said Sam. "Okay sweetie, I love you very much and I'm so proud of you. Call me if you need anything." said Jess, giving him a great big hug before kissing him on the cheek. With that, she walked out the front door. Sam smiled. He walked over to his laptop. Plugging it in near the kitchen table, he pressed the button to start it up. He set it down on the table as the screen lit up. Sliding up a chair, he sat down. As his computer's bright background appeared in front of him, he briefly considered going to put on some pants. After all, the whole rule about not wearing pants in the house was purely to ensure that Jess (or anyone else) could easily check his diaper. He needed no one to check him now. After biting into a piece of buttered toast and sipping some coffee, he gazed into his bedroom for a brief moment, he considered it but ultimately decided not to. He had always wanted pants to prevent others from seeing him in his protection. Since he was alone now it didn't matter. Logging on to the system network for his office and finishing his coffee, Sam quickly set himself to work. If anything, he figured that pull ups would make his day much more efficient, since he wouldn't have to stop for diaper checks and diaper changes constantly. When he was at home, with no distractions, Sam was in the zone. He typed with purpose and moved at a brisk pace. Sam might have been absent minded in many ways but, when it came to his job, he thought he was pretty decent. Working at home had only made him more proficient with each little mundane task before him. In some ways, Sam valued his job more now, not only because he could work from home but because it was a tangible connection to the adult world. Of course that was because he was an adult. He had an adult relationship with his wife. He had an adult apartment. He had an adult computer. He knew he shouldn't be insecure just because he wore diapers. Just because someone else helped him with his bladder problems and helped him keep up with changes and good hygiene... didn't make him a baby. Besides, with his newly rediscovered bathroom use, his protection would be little more than a minor nuisance during the day. He knew he really didn't need pull ups. Part of him just wanted to go into the dresser to look for a pair of underwear for the day and discard the pull up. He knew Jess wouldn't be back for hours. But he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his newfound freedom. Well over an hour after he started working, he was starting to feel like he needed to pee. Not taking any chances, he got up and proceed to the bathroom. Sliding the garment down a few inches, his pee trickled into the toilet. Sam cringed as he saw a few drops land on the seat. He was quick to grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe it off when he was finished. He'd forgotten Jess' advice but he'd surely remember next time. No harm had been done. He quickly returned to the kitchen, pouring himself half a cup of coffee before sitting back down at the kitchen table. Another 45 minutes and the urge to pee hit him once again. That coffee had gone right through him. But he didn't want to break from his work again just yet. He knew he'd have plenty of time to look at just one more bar graph. After all, the bathroom was never more than a few steps away. Running some numbers in his head, Sam was startled by the feeling of warm pee trickling over his balls before being absorbed. Sam quickly thrust his hand between his legs, stopping the stream immediately. How could he have been so careless?! Luckily, he'd stopped the flow of pee almost as soon as it began. His heart was pounding. He wondered how this could have happened. He quickly tried to reassure himself that it was only an accident... an 'accident' that had happened when he'd barely been in pull ups for 2 hours. It was normal for Sam to wet slowly and frequently throughout the day and very, very rare for him to use the toilet. He had just been working and wasn't thinking. It just happened out of habit. And it was far from a full blown 'accident', just a tiny trickle really. Still... Sam felt instantly nervous. He knew Jess said that he wasn't supposed to use his pull ups. How would she feel if she knew that he'd wet on his first day in them? Sliding his hand down into his pull up, he felt the inside for moisture. It was barely damp. She might not notice. Sam stood up, sliding his pull up down to his knees. There was a faint, almost invisible yellow stain at the front. Would she notice, he wondered. Sliding the pull up back up, Sam suddenly felt so vulnerable. For a moment, he felt like he was already looking forward to going back to the absolute protection of his diapers that evening when Jess returned. But he quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. Sitting back down, calming himself, Sam realized that he actually had plenty of options. With an entire package full of pull ups, he could easily slip the old one into the diaper genie and put a new one on. Then he could show Jess a perfectly dry pull up when she returned. There was no danger. Pulling up yet another bar graph on his computer and looking over some numbers, Sam tried to throw himself back into his work and to ground his mind in something that he understood... something that gave him back his confidence. After a few minutes, Sam realized that in all his nervousness, he'd forgotten all about going back to the toilet despite the fact that he still had to pee. Besides, he would have to exchange his pull up for a new one anyway. As he began typing a quick email, an idea popped into his head. If he had to throw away his pull up, he might as well use it. He could skip going to the bathroom, get more work done, and even find out how much his pull up held. If he ever did have a full blown accident in it, it would be a good thing to be aware of. As he finished sending the email and clicked on another window, he started peeing again. The warm urine trickled into his pull up before being absorbed between his legs. He stopped the stream just once, worried about flooding it. Without even taking his eyes off the screen, he slid his hand between his legs along the outside of his pull up to ensure it hadn't leaked. All dry. He released the last of his urine into the pull up. The garment had swelled up to nearly twice its normal size but it still didn't seem to bulge as much as his disposable diapers. Then again, he knew that he wouldn't be able to wet it again. He was sure he had filled it to its capacity. Standing up, he felt his chair to make sure he hadn't leaked on anything. The warm wet pull up sagged heavily between his legs. He hadn't even peed that much. So many thoughts were racing through his mind, he barely even noticed the small tent in the front of his pull up. He sat down and looked at his computer screen for a moment, then looked down at his soggy pull up. Before long, he was rubbing the front of his pull up. He couldn't help it. There was no one there to stop him and even after it had absorbed his urine, the padding was still much thinner then his diapers. He grasped himself through the soggy padding as he continued to rub the front of his pull up. Growing even more excited, he slid his hand down inside the warm, damp inside of the garment to grab his penis. Squirming in his seat a little, he came explosively into his warm pull up. Catching his breath, he smiled. THAT certainly wasn't something he would have been able to do in his diapers... at least not with such ease. Feeling a little gross sitting in his wet pull up, Sam began to contemplate cleaning himself up. How hard could it be? He thought. He might not have been able to change his own diapers but changing out of a pull up would be much easier. Walking into the bedroom, Sam grabbed the tub of baby wipes from off the dresser and headed to the bathroom. As he slid the pull up down, it was so heavily it practically fell to the floor without any effort at all. Pulling out 2 baby wipes, Sam quickly wiped himself down. Feeling cleaner already, he walked back out and opened up his diaper genie. It took him a moment to open the metal lid - throwing out his own used diapers was yet another task he wasn't accustomed to. He then pulled a new clean pull up from the open package. Pulling it open, he stepped into it and slid it up around his waist. He felt clean enough but he couldn't help but notice that the fresh, dry feeling he always had after a diaper change was missing. He figured it probably had something to do with the lack of baby powder, lotion, or diaper rash cream. He hadn't used any of those. Jess always diapered him with such care... never missing an opportunity to take a little extra time for his skin... for his cleanliness... and for his comfort. But he had a dry pull up on and he'd gotten rid of the used one. That was all that mattered. He placed the tub of wipes back where he found it, being careful to close the plastic lid just as it was. Washing his hands, Sam took a quick lunch break to make himself a little sandwich with a small side of potato chips to much on. Sitting back down at the kitchen table, Sam began reviewing more pages of data on the computer. Glancing at the digital clock in the corner of his computer screen, Sam realized that it would be less than 3 hours before Jess came home. He'd missed her. While he was glad Shelby wasn't staying with him today, the house felt a little lonely. Eventually, Sam felt a familiar rumbling in his lower belly. He knew that feeling all too well. He figured he better use the toilet rather than procrastinate for even a single moment. Getting up from his chair, he felt vulnerable once again. He ran his hand over his rear end. As thin as the padding was between his legs, it was even thinner in the butt. His pull ups were clearly not designed for any serious accidents. They clearly wouldn't hold up in any kind of emergency like that. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about that today. He promptly arrived in the bathroom without a hint of anxiety. There was no real urgency... he just wanted to get this done with do he could return to work. Before sitting down, he took a moment to look at his surroundings. The bathroom looked different then he remembered it several months ago. He used the shower every day... but he never took the time to even look at the toilet or even the sink. The bathroom even smelled different. He'd noticed it earlier when he peed in the toilet but hadn't thought anything of it. Three small scented candles sat on top of the toilet. By the bathtub, Jess had several different shampoos, body washes, and conditioners... even some bubble bath. Sure, he came here to brush his teeth from time to time. He showered here. But this room now belonged to her. She had made it into her own realm... and he felt like a stranger in a foreign place. It didn't upset Sam necessarily... it was just something he had never considered before. Jess had been so cheerful and pleasant because she had almost unlimited access to a place where she could fix her hair, do her makeup, take bubble baths, and do whatever else she did enjoyed doing in the bathroom. He had to wonder if she would have preferred him to never use her bathroom. But here he was. She'd given him permission to use the bathroom all day. Sitting down, the toilet seat was much colder then he'd remembered it. When he used his diaper, he was free to go anywhere he wanted and get into any position he chose. On the toilet, he was stuck in one rigid, inflexible posture... wiping his butt proved to be a real chore too. He'd always sort of taken it for granted that Jess helped him out in that way. Looking back on it, her diaper changes seemed even more loving and tender when began thinking about how unpleasant they must have been for her. Sure, she said she didn't mind it. Maybe she didn't. But it wasn't an easy or pleasant task by any means. Washing his hands in the sink, Sam walked back out to the kitchen table as his mind continued to wander. Using the toilet had gone just fine but... it had felt a little awkward. He'd only just gotten completely comfortable with messing his diaper and now he'd had no real choice but to use the toilet... he certainly wouldn't have even wanted to try doing that his pull up! In diapers, there was no rush... no urgency... no pressure... and no singular place in the house where he had to be. The thick padding of his diapers that now felt so lacking in his current garment had always served to reassure him. Knowing he'd be protected from anything, anytime, anywhere no matter what was just yet another peace of mind that he'd taken for granted all too long. And knowing that someone would always be there to help him, to make him clean again, to make him whole, and to reassure him. That was yet another thing he missed. He'd been away from Jess and out of diapers for only a few hours... but it seemed like a lot longer then that. Pushing these thoughts out of his mind, Sam set himself to typing once again. He just had to focus on work. In no time at all, Jess would be home. Well, actually, it would take just under 2 hours for her to return... but that wasn't too long at all. Opening up a new internet window on his computer, Sam was startled yet again by a trickling in his pull up! Crossing his legs and thrusting his hand onto his padded crotch, Sam managed to stop his stream of urine yet again. Twice in one day? He'd barely even felt the sensation of needing to pee. His bladder wasn't anywhere near being full. Sam tried to tell himself that these weren't real 'accidents' but merely that he'd been a bit careless. He was used to wearing a diaper and, when he was in diapers, it didn't matter if he peed a little now and then. It was just a new routine. Tomorrow, he knew he could do better. It was just a matter of getting used to peeing in the toilet again. Glancing at the clock, Sam knew he had better discard his current pull up, even though it wasn't that wet. When Jess came home, he wanted her to see a pull up that was bone dry. Sliding off the other pull up and disposing of it in the diaper genie, Sam pulled another pull up from its package. He knew he couldn't go through this many pull ups in a single day. Tomorrow, his goal would be to wear one pull up, all day, no accidents. Of course, that had been his goal today... and it hadn't been nearly as easy as he thought it would be. But he tried to remind himself that he hadn't had any major, full blown accidents... just a few brief moments of carelessness. But it was a new routine. Looking at his final data set of the afternoon, Sam heard keys turning in the lock. The front door swung open. It was Jess. "Hey honey, how was your day?" she asked. "It was good." said Sam standing up and stretching his legs. Jess gave him a quick hug. "Great. You make it to the bathroom okay?" she asked. "Yeah." said Sam. It was pretty much the truth. "So... how was your day?" asked Sam. "Oh it was busy, busy, busy. I'm actually exhausted. You dry?" she asked. "Yeah." said Sam matter of factly. "Lets see here." she said lifting up his t shirt and sliding her finger into the leg band of his pull up. "Okay, cool. Good job." she said, smiling at him. He smiled back. "Well, I'm gonna change out of my work clothes and then we'll diaper you, okay?" Sam nodded. He gave no visible reaction but this was quite possibly the happiest he'd ever been to get diapered again. He'd gotten plenty of work done... but his day had been filled with accidents, awkwardness, and anxiety. He was ready to leave all that behind and just relax. "SAM..." he heard his wife shout in a harsh tone of voice. "What?" he called back. "GET IN HERE." he wife said sternly. Sam's heart started pounding. Had she found out that he'd had an accident earlier in the day? Was she angry. Sam slowly walked into the bedroom.... Jess was nowhere to be found. "Uh... Jess?" he said. "I'm in here!" he heard her call. Sam then glanced in the bathroom. Jess was standing there with her hands on her hips, and an angry, pensive look on her face. "You wanna explain to me WHY you didn't feel the need to flush the toilet today after your little BM today?" she asked. Stepping towards the doorway of the bathroom, the smell inside was instantly obvious. Sam's heart sank. He couldn't remember the last time this had happened. He'd left a less than pleasant present in the toilet for his wife to find. Flushing the toilet was the easiest thing in the world... he just forgot sometimes. And while Jess was certainly annoyed when he failed to flush his pee down the toilet... this was much worse. "No, ah no. Look, I'm sorry Jess. It was an accident, I mean, I didn't mean to leave it. I just forgot." Sam stuttered. Jess flushed the toilet. "I asked you to do three simple things today, Sam: put the seat down for me, flush, and wash your hands. You know, just because I change your diapers and clean up your messes on a daily basis doesn't mean you get to stink up my bathroom. I know, using the potty has never been your strength but I thought you'd at least be able to manage for a few hours if you were protected. This is ridiculous, Sam. This is why I feel so much better when you're in diapers... because there are no surprises. You might make a mess or do something gross but at least then I know that it STAYS IN YOUR DIAPER. I'm ready for it. I expect it. What I don't expect is to leave my husband at home for a few hours while I go to work and come back to find THIS is my bathroom!" "I know, I know, you're right. I'm sorry, Jess." stammered Sam "How hard is it to flush a toilet?" "Its not hard. I'm sorry." said Sam. Jess took a deep breath and sighed, walking past Sam out into the bedroom. She just stared at the floor for a moment shaking her head. "No... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, Sam. This is my fault really." "No, Jess, its not. Its mine." said Sam. "No, its my fault. I shouldn't have put you in pull ups so soon. I shouldn't have expected you to be able to go back to using the potty this quick. You were never that good at it to begin with. I just... I guess I forgot because you've been in diapers for so long. It wasn't fair to ask you to just go without them all of the sudden. I remember you used to pee on the seat all the time. You wouldn't flush. Even... what happened today... its not like it was the first time you forgot to flush like that. And those are just the times you actually made it to the bathroom." she said. "I'm sorry, Jess." "It was my fault, Sam. Using the potty is just too much responsibility for you right now. You need diapers. And thats okay. It doesn't mean I love you any less." said Jess, sighing again and unbuttoning her white blouse. Sam couldn't help but admire the light blue, lacy bra she had on underneath. He tried not to stare at her cleavage. He knew that this wasn't anything sexual. She was just changing out of her work clothes. She stared at the package of his pull ups for a moment. "Did you... how many pull ups did you go through today?" she asked. "What do you mean?" asked Sam. She looked right into his eyes, irritated at his evasive answer. "Sam, look at me. Tell me the truth. How many pull ups did you use today?" He sighed. "Two." Jess shook her head again, and sighed again, looking pensive. He couldn't help but think about how sexy she looked, standing before him, hands on her hips, wearing only a black pair of dress pants, a dark belt, and her bra... her golden brown hair in a tight pony tail. She exuded confidence... and authority. "Is that including the one you're wearing right now?" she asked. "Um... three." he said. "So you had two accidents?" "Well, I mean, barely. I just, there was barely any dampness it was just... I wasn't thinking and..." "Sam, save it. I can't say I'm surprised. I thought you'd probably have at least one accident today." "Really?" he asked. "Yeah... I'll be honest. I was never completely okay with letting you go without diapers. I just... I know that being in diapers hasn't been easy for you. I know that I've been pretty strict about making the decisions where thats concerned... but this is why, Sam. You've proven you can't handle it. I mean, admit it, isn't your life easier when I'm taking care of your diapers?" "Look Jess, I know I screwed up today but tomorrow I can-" "Sam, you're going to be in diapers tomorrow. I'll take the day off or I'll call Shelby but you are not going back to pull ups tomorrow." Sam sighed. He wanted to defend himself but no words came out of his mouth. "But... but Jess." "End of discussion, Sam." said Jess. She slid her hands under Sam's shirt almost unexpectedly, sliding his pull up down to his ankles. He stepped out. "Now lay down here for me." she said. Sam did as he was told, laying down on the towel in front of him. Jess picked up the nearly full package of pull ups and walked over to the closet. "We'll keep these just in case we go out somewhere where there aren't any places to change your diaper nearby. But I don't think you'll be wearing em' again for a long time... if at all." Sam bit his lip. He felt like crying. He wanted to go back to wearing diapers but... not like this. Jess knelt down in front of him and began unfolding a clean diaper. "Come on, grab your knees." Sam did as he was told, flinching a little feeling a cold baby wipe on his balls then running down his butt crack. Even though Jess was mad, she wanted to make sure he was thoroughly cleaned up. She knew he'd wet himself and was taking care of his skin. The extra attention she paid to Sam's butt cheeks was weird. He figured she didn't even trust him to wipe his own butt thoroughly at this point. She then slid the new disposable diaper underneath him and began powdering his rear. "Down." she said. Sam sat his butt down and she quickly pulled the diaper up, taping it snugly in place. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. So did Jess. He was finally protected again. REAL protection. Sitting up, Sam instantly felt more relaxed feeling the thick padding of a fresh clean diaper around his butt. Sam sat on the towel for a moment as he watched Jess unbuckle her belt and slide her pants down as she stepped out of them, revealing a pair of pink lacy boyshorts. Not a thong. But very sexy, Sam thought. Staring at her rear end in a beautiful piece of lingerie was just a firm reminder that even his pull ups had not been enough to protect him today. He needed his diapers. And he was glad he had them. As Jess stepped into a pair of sweatpants and walked out of the room, Sam realized he was still sitting on the floor in only his new clean diaper and t shirt... the container of baby powder and the box of wipes right next to him.

Locid is just a fancy name for Hydro cortisone cream. More anti-itch than actual treatment of Psoriasis itself. If it works, great... if not I'd see a different Derm because while Stress can be a trigger of an outbreak, Psoriasis is a disease, not something you get from jerking it too hard.

It always nice to find something new and well written ready for you in the morning Thanks!

Well, this may be for those "old" AB types! but not all of us 'older' diaper people are creepy or even look old.. I'm 52 for cryin' out loud, and been mistaken for being 35 or so so THERE! I know i don't show myself here, and I have my reasons, but some others, especially the older ones, really don't care! So he did a video anout his AB stuff and such...no different than what Stanley did with the TV shows he has done....and he doesn't care what people think. Most of this is actually done to illustrate to other AB/DL types that they aren't alone in the world, and they aren't sick or weird (well...maybe weird ) and that its really OK to live your life as you see fit as long as it doesn't hurt anyone or interfere with what others are doing... Also remember, all the 'old people' out there were once young like you too, it's not like they were born old They had jobs and lives and struggles and loves and passions etc, but long ago. Some still retain their hobbies and do things they like and are interesting to talk to about the things that they have done and places they have been and experiances etc....all life lessons they are willing to share if someone listens He also doesn't look that old! His hair is still dark, and I'm sure if he shaved he would look 10 years younger, if not more! I did that a couple of times, I grew everything out (hair and beard) and looked almost ancient, then I shaved it all off and got a hair cut and knocked off a good 10 years...my boss almost didn't recognize me Anyways, don't write people off just because they are older then you are...generally we aren't 'creeps' or old farts or foggys or what not, just people who were born before you were and lived a life a bit longer and had more experiances then you do...or done different things and gone different places then you have.....BFD Oh...and we wear better diapers (cloth) than you do...so der! EDIT: His profile in youtube states that he's 54, 2 years older then me So thats not OLD...now if he was 80....then you can talk and this also appears to have been a video chat or interview that he recorded and posted on youtube.....why, see above, or it could be something else

do you find that the pacifier promotes night wetting? ive not really researched it althouhg I ahve seen my own baby tends to be wetter when she has a night paci. I just dont know if there is a stimulatory effect or and attachment effect in operation.