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I do wear cloth diapers and plastic pants 24/7 most of the time.

Well, my roommate moved out today. My house is officially my own again! I can now wear whenever I want again. yayyyyyyy

It not only

I think being prepared for natural disasters is a very intelligent thing to do. Lots of water, non-perishable food, first aid, and other supplies are a great thing to have on hand just in case.

Maybe you should have told her before you started a relationship that lead to marriage but since we are here I would say try being honest with her, and bringing your fetish desires to her attention. I assume since she married you, that she does love you. I am sure you can both work through this. I would also say be prepared for her to be upset that you have lied about a

We had a problem at work that upset my guy a lot. He wanted to lay off being diapered for a few days. I enjoy the bond of diapering him and how he kind of becomes my little boy. Last night after he was asleep I peed in a jar and carefully poured it on his underwear. I then woke him. I said mister look you wet the bed. He turned red it was so cute. I then told him to go lay on the changing table. I then cleaned him up. But when I diapered him I did it the way I used to diaper my son. I pulled it up over his belly button I love how this Bambino is so big. I then taped it very tight. I then took the plastic pants leg and put it around my wrist then garbed his foot pulling it through . I next took his other foot and put it through the other leg opening. Then pulled them up. He had a big smile and said that he loved how I just diapered him. I loved diapering that way it just took me back to my true mommy place. I later on told him what I did and that diapering him is also as much for me now as it is for him. I also told him that I own him because he is my child when we are at home. Then he said in the most sincere way thank you mom. I know it may seem hard to understand how I feel but it is wonderful for me.

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NO FURYCHAPTER ONE "Who Really Runs a Household" BY BabyStevie26 Several hours later, Jeff sat on the sofa, watching his wife of over three years play on the living room floor in just her underwear. It might have been sexy, if "underwear" didn't actually mean "diaper" and "play" didn't actually mean "play." Somehow, Lanette (or Nettie, as she insisted on being called) had stockpiled all sorts of small childrens' toys without Jeff being any the wiser. Everything from rattles and stacking rings to those pullstring toys which teach children that cows say moo. She had done a lot of things without him being the wiser, really. She had subtly maneuvered the couple's finances and property such that, were they to divorce, she'd get just about everything no matter how it came down. Which meant that not only could he not break it off with her without being in a tight spot, he had to make sure she didn't break anything off with him. Which left him here, playing Daddy to his overgrown baby of a wife. She had first confessed it to him not long before they'd married, and he hadn't much liked the idea. She had tried without success to broach the subject again early on, when the couple had been trying out some new things. In the end Jeff had made Lanette promise to put her childish things away. Obviously, however, she still entertained herself in secret. As did he, for that matter. Eventually, Jeff and Lanette had drifted apart and were hardly ever intimate. He had not long after met Colleen. They had had quite the fling the past couple years. He thought he had been careful, be discreet. But, as he watched his wife somersault across the floor, he realized he had been up against a master. There had to be a way out of this. He was being blackmailed for crying out loud! But would anybody else see it that way? He was every bit free to leave as she was to cut him off. To make it worse, Colleen had actually been pressuring him to leave Lanette for her. Well, he had no argument on that point. But Lanette was a working woman and the big earner of the two. Jeff himself had a job, but it had been almost unnecessary by comparison until now. "Daddy?" said a tiny voice. Jeff turned away from his thoughts and looked at Lanette. "What?" "Nettie hungee." Lanette said. "You know where the kitchen is." "Daddy feed Nettie." she told him. "Oh, fine!" Jeff took Nettie's hand (she wouldn't move until he did) and sat her down on a kitchen chair. As he tried to ignore Lanette's comments to herself about getting a high chair, he poured a cup of orange juice and set it on the table. Before he could turn around to get something out of the cupboard, she picked up the cup with both hands and brought to her mouth. She tipped it too far, however, and wound up spilling the juice all over the table, her face, the floor, and her shirt. Jeff could only stare as Lanette sat there, smiling as if there was nothing wrong. "Mo' peese." she told him. "So you can just spill it?!" he asked. Lanette sighed. "There's bottles in the second cupboard to your left." she said, breaking role, "Pour some juice into one of those. Oh, and don't forget the bibs in the drawer next to the silverware. I don't plan on being a messy eater tonight, but you never know." Grumbling, Jeff did as told and poured some more juice into an oversized baby bottle and grabbed one of the equally oversize bibs (Where did she get this stuff?). When Jeff turned around to put the bib on Lanette he found her sitting where he'd left her, only while his back was turned she had taken off her shirt. "Thicky." she lisped. Jeff decided to just ignore this and bibbed her. He prepared a quick hamburger dinner and, at Lanette's insistence, cut it up for her and helped feed her. Later, Jeff did the dishes, making sure to turn the water on as high as possible so the noise would drown out Lanette's loud sucking on her bottle. As he cleaned, Jeff's mind busied itself wondering if Lanette was intentinally sucking loudly or if it was just from drinking out of a nipple. "Daddy?" Nettie said from the table. "What?" Jeff asked irritably. He turned around to see Lanette had stood up and was now doing what Jeff quickly realized was an adult sized version of the "pee-pee dance." "I gotsa go potty." she said, fidgeting back and forth. "Potty? What for? Aren't you supposed to be wearing your 'potty?'" he asked, making hand-quotes on the second potty, "You're supposed to love going in your pants, so just do it already!" The silence that followed Jeff's words told him he had made a big mistake. "Fine." she said, stopping the pee-pee dance and scowling at him, "But just remember I tried to be nice about it." Jeff watched in confusion as Lanette suddenly bent her knees and made a strange face. He listened as she strained and gave a tiny grunt of effort. It wasn't until the olfactory senses kicked in that he realized what she was actually doing. "Oh shit!" he cried out as he tried to back away and hit the kitchen counter. He watched in horror as she just stood there, hunched over and pushing. Several minutes later, she stood up straight, the back of her pants noticably larger and droopy; the front yellowed and sagging. "Daddy?" "What?" he asked miserably. "Nettie went poo-poo..." Lanette said, looking down at the floor. "I'll say you did!" Jeff said, holding his nose, "And don't just stand there pretending you're ashamed of crapping yourself!" "Okay." Lanette said, a grin on her face. She suddenly sat back on her chair at the table. She looked up and him, her expression as though she was moments away from crying. "I didn't mean to sit down and pretend!" Jeff screamed. "Daddy change." Lanette said. "Oh, no way! No way in Hell." "Daddy change." Lanette repeated, with more ice in her tone. "No." "Then Daddy can get the hell out of this apartment." Jeff considered this for a few moments. There was a way to salvage this whole thing. There had to be. If he had to put up with his wife's insanity for a little, so be it. "Fine!" he said, "I'll change you..." "Don't forget the wipes and rash cream!" Lanette called as he went into the bedroom. When Jeff came out moments later with the necessary supplies, Lanette laid down on the living room floor so he could get to work. God, this stink's horrible! Jeff thought as he kneeled down in front of Lanette. It was made several times worse when he finally fumbled the tapes off and opened the diaper. Her sitting down had spread the mess all over her rear, her front, and every other nook and cranny inside of the diaper. It was too much for Jeff. Green in the face, he covered his mouth and ran for the bathroom. When he was finished throwing up, he returned to the living room to find Lanette hadn't moved so much as a muscle. Seeing no other alternative, he sat back down in front of his wife's messy rear to try again. Lanette just lay there, as though oblivious to all around her. She spoke up only long enough to say "Wuss." I don't need this! Jeff thought as he wiped Lanette clean. He used the front part of the dirty diaper initially, as per Lanette's instructions when he went right for the wipes first. Many wipes and several instances of gagging later, Jeff had finally cleaned every last bit of her diaper area. He rubbed some of the rash ointment on a red spot Lanette told him about and rediapered her. The dirty diaper was disposed of in a diaper pail Lanette showed him in her bedroom. Jeff looked at his wife, now in her clean diaper and smiling as if that meant that all was right with the world. Jeff didn't dare ask what was next. Nothing could be worse than what he'd just endured. AUTHOR NOTES I hope you enjoyed these first bits of "No Fury." I really like this idea, as I don't think I've ever seen a diaper story where the person in diapers was the dominant one. I intend to hopefully finish this story at some point and possibly even resume by unfinished and neglected work "Bargain." Also, I'm trying to think of ideas for Lanette and Jeff's power struggle. I've got a couple, but I'm also open to suggestions. Full credit will be given to anyone whose ideas I use.