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This is the start of what I hope will end up being a story similar to "Bad Husband, Better Baby" in that it will be long-running and cover reasonably similar themes. This first part has been available on my Patreon for the last week. For $5 a month you can get early access to all my updates by one week. I post once every 4-5 days so I hope that represents good value for money! For $10 you get the above plus exclusive stories not available anywhere else. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to all my readers, a very big thank you to those who leave comments and a super-mega-ultra thank you to all of my patrons who allow me to write as much as I do: DannyDazzler, Lena S, Kyle L, Kian R, Mario, Frank S, Charlie S, Alex B, P, James S, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Paul E, Kevin H, Mr. Smileypants, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Liv, Cyatommorrow, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, C Dom, Scott S, James B Chapter One – Imperfect Romance “John, did you take the rubbish out?” Came the shrill voice of Emma. “Not yet. I was ju-” John started replying to his wife but was quickly cut off. “Have you cleaned the car? I’m going to need it tomorrow.” Emma’s voice called out from the kitchen. Just the sound of Emma’s voice caused John to wince. His wife was usually very sweet but when she has a bad day at work she becomes a bit of a nightmare to be around. Ever since she was promoted to “regional manager” she had been much more stressed and demanding. It didn’t help that John was temporarily unemployed having been made redundant from his previous job. The 25-year-old man was feeling rather down on himself and the verbal berating he faced for not doing every chore when his wife came home was the last thing he needed. “I was going to but then it started tipping it down…” John reasoned, “I would have been wetter than the car.” “Did you pick up that cake for little Annie’s birthday on Saturday?” Emma yelled out. John sat at his computer in front of the screen full of job adverts and put his head in his hands. He was more than qualified for most of these positions and that was part of the problem. He didn’t have the confidence or experience to apply for the best of these positions and the ones he did feel confident about he was vastly over-qualified for. There was no middle ground. “No…” John replied, “I was going to do it tomorrow.” To any outside observer it would seem like John was doing nothing at all but that wasn’t fair to him at all. John had walked their Labrador dog, Casper, and cleaned the whole upstairs of the house. He had got the groceries in and put dinner on to cook slowly for shortly after Emma came home. It was almost as if his wife was specifically picking the chores he hadn’t done just to make him feel worse. Maybe he was sensing his master’s distress but Casper got up from his curled up position on the couch and walked over to John. He laid down by John’s feet and looked up with his hazel eyes and slightly greying muzzle. John smiled down at his long-time friend and gently stroked the dog with his foot. No matter what the situation, Casper was always on his side even now as he got older. “Do you do anything whilst I’m at work?” Emma asked sarcastically. John closed his eyes in resignation. It was the same thing every other night, Emma just wanted a punching bag to de-stress. He knew she didn’t want an actual answer so he wasn’t going to give her one. It wasn’t like he just sat at home all day on the internet and masturbating, though he wouldn’t deny doing that, a guy in his mid-twenties alone at home is almost required to play with himself. With his wife barely giving him any action it shouldn’t be a surprise he was finding different ways of keeping himself satisfied. Emma walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to the bathroom leaving John alone downstairs. He stood up, much to the disappointment of Casper, and walked into the kitchen to check on the food he was cooking. A lovely shepherd’s pie and mash potatoes. John loved his wife, despite the hard times they sometimes had, he was devoted to her and he felt like his wife felt the same way towards him. The stress of her job made it hard for her to show that love sometimes but it wasn’t like this every night. Whilst she was doing all the providing for both of them he could hardly blame Emma for being grumpy. When John dished out the food on to a couple of plates he smiled. He had always enjoyed cooking, it was a very relaxing activity for him. John wasn’t a big man. A little under 5’5” and very scrawny, he had a crazy fast metabolism it seemed. No matter what he ate, or how much he ate, he never seemed to get any bigger. He was very much the runt of his friends. His short brown hair and deep blue eyes combined with his smooth face to make him look very youthful, despite being 25-years-old John was still regularly given age checks when buying alcohol. “Dinner’s ready!” John called to his wife as he laid the dishes on the table. He knew his wife would be coming down soon so he sat down and waited. Emma splashed some cold water on to her face to wake herself up a bit. She felt tired and snappy, she knew she had already moaned at her husband too much but she couldn’t help herself, she just had so little patience after stressful work days. She would apologize though, as soon as she sat down and started eating she would make up for the little barbs she had thrown John’s way. He didn’t deserve it. Emma was slim, much like her husband, but much more imposing physically. She visited the gym on occasion and generally kept herself fit. She was tall as well, taller than her husband at least, at 6’1” she towered over her spouse. Her long blonde hair and piercing green eyes got the attention of most men but she only ever had eyes for one. Having got changed into her dressing gown, Emma walked downstairs with a yawn. She walked through the living room and up to the dining table. She smiled at her husband who was already sitting down and pouring wine out for the both of them. “It looks lovely.” Emma said as she gave her husband a quick kiss before sitting down. “Thank you. It’s nothing much really.” John replied. The two of them began eating in relative silence as John tried to just keep the peace. He knew his wife wanted some silence after her day so he was more than happy to give it to her. “I’m sorry for snapping earlier.” Emma said after a few mouthfuls, “It’s wrong of me to take my frustrations out on you.” “It’s OK.” John replied, “I understand.” Emma smiled. She felt like she didn’t deserve her husband, her temper was always something that caused her problems. She was able to keep it in check for the most part but when it slipped it tended to slip in a major way. She slipped her hand across the table and clasped her husband’s in silent appreciation of his understanding. “How was work?” John asked as they finished their meal a little later. “Not the best day. Cassie said to HR that…” Emma continued talking about a bunch of people that John didn’t know. John tried to pay attention, he really did, but he didn’t know any of these people and he had no idea why it upset his wife so much. John was distracted when he heard the patter of some small paws on the floor, Casper was walking over slowly with his tail wagging. John knew that his dog was hoping for some table scraps. It always made him smile, the unconditional love was a refreshing change. Casper never snapped at him for having a bad day. “Are you listening to me?” Emma’s voice suddenly cut through the distractions and John looked back at his wife. “Huh?” John asked. “I don’t know why I bother.” Emma replied stonily as she put her knife and fork down. “Emma, I’m sorry.” John said, “I saw Casper and…” “Oh, well, that’s alright then!” Emma said sarcastically. She knew she was losing her temper again but it was like she couldn’t help herself. She worked all day, the least she should be able to expect is her husband listening to her. “Emma…” John started as he tried to calm the situation, “I saw Casper and…” “Don’t try and patronise me!” Emma shouted as she stood up suddenly, “You are more interested in the dog than me!” “Don’t be silly.” John replied. He rubbed his face with his hands briefly. “Silly!?” Emma was going a little red in the face. After all of the stress of the day she was a powder keg looking for a spark, her husband was the lit match closest to her. Her frustration with her life was now overtaking her reason. Deep down she knew Nick didn’t deserve this but he was the source of frustration she could lash out at easiest. “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” John said tiredly, “I understand your annoyance with me and everything else but I can’t just be a punching bag.” Despite him trying to calm his wife down, John noticed his wife seemed to get angrier at his logic and calmness. John’s perception was correct. Emma, despite knowing her husband was right was too angry to listen to reasonable discussion. She just made a frustrated growl and stormed away from the table. The dog, who had retreated to the living room with all the shouting, had his head down and his ears back. Casper quickly backed away from the woman on the warpath. John put his head in his hands as Emma stormed up the stairs in silence. He heard the pitter-patter of tiny paws hurry across the room and found Casper nuzzling him in the leg. John reached down and gently stroked his four-legged friend as he wondered what he could have done differently. “It’s OK, boy.” John muttered to Casper. A minute or so after Emma had stormed up the stairs he heard her footsteps on the stairs again and felt a flicker of hope that she was coming to apologise or at least to talk. He looked around as the door to the living room opened and his wife entered, she was carrying a whole bunch of bed linen. “Don’t bother coming to bed.” Emma said shortly, “If you love the dog so much you can sleep down here with him tonight.” “Emma… Let’s just talk about it.” John pleaded uselessly. Emma threw a couple of pillows and the duvet on to the couch in the centre of the living room before turning and walking away again. Even as he spoke, Emma had turned on her heels and left the room. John just sighed and shook his head a little. He didn’t mind giving up the bed since his wife was the one who had to work whereas he stayed at home. John stayed at the table for a few minutes just thinking and remembering happier days. With the remains of dinner getting cold in front of him, John stood up and started collecting up the cutlery. He scraped the food into the trash and put the plates in the dishwasher. John moved lethargically and he stared out the window at the rapidly darkening world. With summer ending, the long hot days were behind them and the nights began drawing in earlier. John didn’t know what to do with himself now. He knew Emma had her laptop upstairs and could entertain herself, he just didn’t think it was how a young, married couple should spend their time. As John stared out at the roughly kept back yard, he daydreamed about what a perfect marriage would look like. He pictured none of the shouting, just two people snuggling together on the couch watching something on television. There was a dog in front of this imaginary couple, a warm fire in the fireplace. Just quiet romance between two soulmates who needed nothing as long as they had each other. John sighed as he fantasised about this perfect relationship. Instead of that closeness John couldn’t feel more separated from his wife either physically or emotionally. The love was there but the stress made it impossible, on days like this, for him to get close to her. It was like there was a great chasm between them. John walked back into the living room with a glass of water and sat down at the computer again. The best way for him to block out his disappointing real life was with a fantasy one. Video games were an escape for him, a door to another world where he could do and be whatever he wanted. Casper walked under the computer desk and curled up at John’s feet. He was really too big to fit under there anymore but he had done it ever since he was a puppy and he loved that spot, as long as Casper didn’t kick the computer’s power switch he didn’t mind his dog being down there. If anything, Casper’s closeness was a much needed surrogate for the closeness he wanted with Emma. For the next several hours John was no longer John. John was “Yuri the Loyal”, an Elf with a big bow but a bigger heart. He rode his noble horse across the land of this online world as he completed quests. His character had a whole backstory that he had invented, a reason to travel the globe and risk his life. His one true love had been kidnapped by an evil band of Orcs and Yuri was trying to track them down. It was only when John suddenly heard Casper snoring that he realised the room was pretty much pitch black, the only light being from the screen in front of him. He checked the clock in the corner of the monitor and saw it had already gone past midnight. John was shocked, he had felt like he had been adventuring for an hour or so and yet several more hours had been lost. John quickly signed out of his game and stood up with a stretch. “It’s OK, boy.” John said to Casper as his dog woke up with a start. John walked to the stairs and quietly creeped upwards. He saw the slightly open door to the master bedroom and he carefully looked through. The light was on and he could see his wife, in her bed clothes, sleeping with her laptop next to her. John wanted to walk in and cuddle up to her but he settled with turning off the bedroom light, he didn’t want to wake her and starting another war of words. Walking to the bathroom, John relieved himself before returning back downstairs. He looked at the makeshift bed on the couch without much desire, it wasn’t an uncomfortable couch but it was no substitute for a warm bed next to the person you love. John walked back to the computer without any real plan as to what he would do. He contemplated just turning the machine off and going to sleep but he thought he would do one last scan of his favourite websites before heading to bed. John leaned his head on the palm of his hand as he looked through the different websites. He was just about to retire to bed when he was stopped by an advert that appeared on the corner of his favourite news website. “Chat randomly with strangers!” The advert declared excitedly in capital letters, “Refine your search to locals or talk to people on the far side of the planet!” It was nothing John hadn’t seen before but for some reason this one now caught his eyes and he found himself drawn to it. Maybe right now this was just what he needed. John felt lonely in his marriage and perhaps talking to some complete strangers would be just what he needed, a fresh perspective on his life. John hovered his mouse over the advert for just a second before clicking and being taken to a whole new webpage.

Here is the next update to this story This has been available on my Patreon for the last week for those pledging $5 or more. All of my stories are updated their one week before becoming publicly available. Those that pledge $10 get the same access plus exclusive stories. I aim to post a story update every 4 days. A big thank you to everyone who reads and enjoys my content. An extra large thank you to those that pledge money to me and allow me to post and write so much: Dannydazzler, Daniel O, Lena S, Jerry J, Kyle L, Kian R, Mario, Frank S, Charlie S, Alex B, P, James S, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Paul E, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Diapcapo, Butters11, Ben F, LB Iceland, Liv, Cyatommorrow, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S, James B https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 I also do commissions. If you are interested send me a message. --- Chapter 23 – Choices and Plans When Saturday rolled around and Sarah opened her eyes she could immediately feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering away. This was a big day and she was very nervous for what it would bring. She knew that Nick would be off to the football and she knew that she would be seeing Kirsty for the first time in a week, the first time since she had been put in nappies. The potential for embarrassment was huge. What would Kirsty think of her for allowing this to happen even if it was to save the marriage? It was hard to believe she had been in the padding non-stop for so long already. It still felt so alien to Sarah with every crinkle a horrible reminder of the position she was in. She was ready to be out of them for good and, if nothing else, this experience had taught her that Nick was nowhere near as reformed as she thought he was. She still had work to do. As Sarah sat up in the crib she yawned and looked out the window. The sun was already up but she had no idea what time it was. The sound of cars on the main road nearby made her assume it was mid-morning already. Sarah felt a slight pressure in her bladder as she sat up and knew what was coming. Climbing to her feet and squatting down, Sarah felt a hot stream of urine hit the bottom of the padding. She sighed as she waited for her bladder to finish emptying. After a week of nappies she had got use to the feeling of using them. She hated being made to wet herself but at least she still had full control, Sarah had been very observant of her control and made sure to hold on whenever she could to not weaken her bladder in the same way her husband had. Sarah sat back down on the mattress when she was done and sighed again as the heat of her freshly wet nappy slowly creeped throughout the bottom of the nappy. She had no option now but to sit there and wait for her husband to release her, a prospect that she both welcomed and dreaded. --- Nick slowly stirred from his peaceful slumber all alone in the huge double bed. He was spread out across the soft mattress in just his nappy, which was unsurprisingly soaked. Nick had enjoyed a couple of beers at the computer after putting Sarah to bed and the results were now in the padding around his waist. With a smile and a stretch, Nick slowly sat up and yawned. According to the bedside clock it was already mid-morning, he had been having an impromptu lie-in. Nick couldn’t stay in bed for long though since he had his day out planned. Standing up, Nick felt his heavy diaper droop between his legs slightly. He reached down and cupped the bottom of the nappy between his legs, the warm wetness felt good against his skin and he suddenly had a change of heart. Nick sat back down on the bed and cupped his nappy. He could feel his tool twitching inside the warm padding already and he smiled naughtily as he laid back on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge. Putting his hand on the front of his nappy, Nick started rubbing the puffed out padding against himself. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan as he felt the saturated material gently encase his penis. Nick would never admit it to anyone else but masturbating in a wet nappy like this felt a lot better than using his hand alone. The heavy nappy wrapped around him and the extra contact and weight increased the stimulation to his sensitive genitals. Nick quickly picked up the pace of his self-stimulation as he rubbed with more and more desperation. He wasn’t interested in making this a prolonged pleasure session, he just wanted a release to relax him for the day ahead. Nick’s second hand went to the front of his nappy and joined in the action as he felt himself reaching completion. He closed his eyes as he reached the peak of pleasure and then grunted as he went over the edge and came into the front of the padding. His rubbing slowed and then stopped as he sighed in contentment and let his arms drop to the side of his body. When Nick finally stood up he stretched and adjusted his crotch with a bit of a grimace. He walked out of the bedroom and down the landing, he pushed the nursery door open and yawned as he walked inside. Walking over to the changing table, Nick jumped up and laid back. He was aware of Sarah’s eyes on him as he pulled the tapes off his nappy. When he looked down he became aware that the front of the padding had seen better days and he wondered if Sarah noticed that the padding was all broken up. If she did see that she would probably guess what had happened which would be a little embarrassing for Nick. Nick pulled the used nappy away, folded it up haphazardly and dropped it on the floor beside the changing table. Reaching down for a fresh nappy he quickly placed it underneath him and taped it up. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous about wearing a diaper to the football match but it wasn’t like there was much choice. When Nick was done, he jumped down and headed to the crib which he dropped the side of. He smiled in satisfaction to see his wife’s nappy was also soaked, the wetness indicator changing colour to let anyone nearby know what she had done. Nick watched Sarah waddle over to the changing table and lay down. She didn’t say a word to Nick and just allowed her husband to remove her wet nappy and replace it with a dry one. Once the nappies were changed, Nick led his wife downstairs and into the dining room. Sarah didn’t expect anything else so she jumped up into the high chair and let Nick lower the tray in front of her. The routine was so ingrained by now that Sarah didn’t say anything, she just sighed as Nick walked through to the kitchen. Nick got two bowls out and placed them on the kitchen counter. He lazily took cereal and milk out and placed them on the side as well, he was still naked except for his nappy but it was yet another in a long line of warm days. He yawned as he poured out his cereal and was just about to pick the bowls up when he had a devious idea. Opening up the medicine drawer, Nick pulled out some powdered laxatives that dissolved in drinks. He thought that maybe Kirsty should get a little present when he dropped Sarah off, he smiled at his own idea as he ripped open three of the sachets and poured them into Sarah’s cereal. Taking a spoon and mixing it in he looked closely and couldn’t really tell the difference between the two bowls. It occurred to him as he stood up that his wife could very well have done the same thing to him at one point or another. He certainly wouldn’t put it past her. “Here you go.” Nick said with sickly sweet insincerity as he placed one of the bowls on the high chair’s tray. Nick sat down with his own breakfast and tried to hide his wide smile when Sarah started eating. He began eating his own food and thought about the day ahead. Nick’s nerves were starting to fray and he felt the butterflies in his stomach, he hadn’t seen his friends in a while and going to a busy football match brought all kinds of worries. When the two of them had both finished with their breakfast, Nick unlocked Sarah and led her back upstairs. It was only when he started climbing the stairs that he belatedly realised his nappy was wet already, only a little damp but enough for him to notice. He didn’t remember it happening which was a concern. “Get yourself dressed.” Nick ordered Sarah as they reached the nursery, “And make it something suitably babyish. If I think you look too grown up you’ll be going to Kirsty’s in nothing but the padding around your waist.” Sarah winced when Nick reached down and patted her nappy. She turned away and walked into the nursery, unwilling to face more humiliation. She was starting to wonder how long she could put up with this for. Nick walked into the main bedroom and got dressed in some very casual clothes. His favourite football team’s home shirt and a pair of baggy trousers, clothes that would do a great job of hiding his padded state. He walked back to the nursery and opened the door to see Sarah scowling behind a very pretty pink dress that had little white bows on the hemline. The way Sarah was pouting behind it reminded Nick of a sulking toddler. “You look adorable.” Nick said as he failed to hide his smile. “Shut up…” Sarah replied quietly behind rosy cheeks as she headed for the stairs. It was as the two of them walked downstairs that Sarah felt the first rumbling in her stomach. It didn’t seem like anything too urgent so she just ignored it as she put her shoes on, she had other things to worry about such as going out in such an embarrassing state of dress. They stayed relatively silent as Nick led Sarah to the car. As Sarah was strapped into the child’s seat in the back she took a deep breath, the meeting she was about to have with her best friend would be embarrassing but maybe it would save her. Surely Kirsty would help her out… Nick had his own nerves about meeting his friends but he was confident that he could shield their awkward questions and as long as he was careful there should be no reason for them to find out what had been happening. When Nick got into the car and pulled away from the driveway he belatedly realised that he hadn’t changed out of his wet nappy before leaving the house, he had also neglected to bring a change with him. He should be fine, Nick thought, he wouldn’t be out for too long and would just have to be extra careful. Sarah tried to duck down in her seat as best she could. It was humiliating to be strapped into a toddler seat such as this and it was even worse when she was dressed like this. As the car ran over a pothole in the road she found herself feeling very full and a cramp hit her lower digestive system. She looked down at her tummy worriedly and hoped that she would get to Kirsty’s before anything happened, she was sure her friend would let her use the bathroom. It was only halfway through the quiet drive that a real problem began to develop. Sarah found that the bowel movement that she felt she had plenty of time for was starting to become much more urgent. It was strange as she never usually had such problems. It seemed like only minutes from when she first felt a need for the bathroom till she was at the point where the need was getting urgent. “Are you alright back there?” Nick asked looking in the rear view mirror. Sarah was clutching her tummy and grimacing. She felt like she just wanted to curl up into a ball in private until she felt better, instead she was being driven through town whilst strapped into a seat and unable to move. “I’m… Fine…” Sarah said through gritted teeth as she clutched her stomach. “You don’t look fine.” Nick replied with a knowing smile, “You look like someone who needs the little girl’s room.” “I… Wait. How would you know?” Sarah suddenly grew suspicious. Her husband had a terrible poker face and was looking back at her a little too much. “Oh, you know, I’ve been in that position.” Nick said offhandedly, “Sometimes breakfast can just go right through you…” “NICK!” Sarah suddenly yelled in anger and shock, “Did… Did you put something in my cereal!?” “Now what would make you think I would do a little thing like that?” Nick replied with an exaggerated attempt to sound innocent. “Because I did it to you an-” Sarah was still shouting but now she was shouted down by Nick. “I knew it!” Nick yelled with a laugh, “And you have the gall to yell at me!” “It was different…” Sarah muttered quietly. If she was honest she had no idea why it was different, maybe she just felt that way because it didn’t happen to her. Sarah suddenly winced and leant forward in her seat. No matter what had happened the consequences were going to be the same. Her bowels pushed against the delicate defences of her body, a battle between will and physical limitation. Nick pulled the car over against the curb. They were ten minutes from Kirsty’s house and now Nick was leaning around in his seat with a smile. He was going to watch Sarah soil herself and then leave her for someone else to clean up. “Oh… Wait, wait, wait…” Nick said as if his wife was performing for him. Nick pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly started recording. He held it up and pointed the screen at the dishevelled looking Sarah.

One of my fave pics since it's outside in a nice new pair of courdoroy pants