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I completely agree and so does my wife. She recently told me (which I posted here) being 100% truthful with her was one of the most important factors to her accepting me in diapers. Trust me I know that can put you in a scary place but if she already knows you wear diapers then you are already halfway there. Hiding, sneaking, and going behind her back will only hurt both of you in the long run.

XXI. Patricia spent the next week reinforcing all of the suggestions that she had placed into Robert’s subconscious. At the same time, she began to allow their relationship to return to normal, leaving behind the cold persona she had affected whenever Robert’s pants were dry. It didn’t seem to matter as far as the use of his diapers. In fact, she became convinced that he wasn’t even aware anymore when he was urinating. At the very least, a wet diaper didn’t seem to be cause for alarm. Robert never asked for a change anymore. He allowed the women in his life to check him and never protested if they put a finger inside the front of his diaper or pulled the back out to smell him. It was Nicky who noticed the other important development. While Patricia made it her own job to handle every dirty diaper change, as she was able to make them a little sexier than her daughter, about a week into her time off Robert managed to soil himself while she was at the grocery store. Nicky noticed the telltale odor from the other side of the house and chose wisely not to wait for her mother to get home to change the baby. When she took Robert’s hand to lead him to the bed for a change, she couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the front of his diaper. The very act of pooping himself gave him an erection. The imprinting was a success. To test how successful, later than night Patricia put on her sexiest nightie and snuggled up close to Robert, whispering naughty thoughts into his ear. As far as she could tell, there was no reaction from his groin. A couple of days later, while they were out to eat, a baby at the next table filled the room with the fragrance of her soiled diaper. Thinking it might be Robert, Patricia surreptitiously began to put her hand down Robert’s diaper under the table. He wasn’t messy, but he was hard. Even the smell of another infant’s dirty diaper caused a sexual reaction. Nothing else, not even a nude and willing woman, would. Given his lack of interest in sex, and the fact that Robert was now functionally incontinent, Patricia chose to keep Robert in Nicky’s old bedroom. The infantile odors of powder, oil and, of course, the diaper pail, permeated the room and Patricia had no desire to bring that into her own domain. Robert didn’t seem to mind. Over time, Patricia added a changing table to the room and filled the shelves with his diapering supplies. She hoped one day to add crib rails to the side of his bed, but didn’t want to push too fast. Robert continued to function for the most part as an adult while in public and in respect to his job, but seemed to embrace the life of a toddler at all other times. He seldom wore anything to cover his diaper at home, even when Nicky had friends over, and didn’t seem to consider that wearing and using a diaper at his age was anything unusual. He was happy to have Patricia or Nicky make decisions for him. He remained affectionate and caring in his relationship with Patricia, and she found that she was happier than before to have this combination of man and baby. She no longer had to worry about sexual activity, except for the occasional hand job during a dirty diaper change, although even then Robert frequently seemed to have already ejaculated by the time she changed him. Apparently he would now cum while in the act of shitting himself. All was well; in fact, better than ever. Even the relationship between Robert and Nicky had improved immensely, now that Nicky was the one in charge. Only one task remained, a test of sorts. This was so wrong, Patricia thought to herself. But she knew she needed to go through with it. Patricia let Robert know that she and Nicky were leaving to go shopping for the day, but by arrangement Nicky stayed behind and hid. As soon as she drove out of sight of the house, Patricia called Joyce. “Joyce, this is Patricia from down the block. Would you do me a favor? Robert’s phone doesn’t seem to be on and Nicky is here with me so I can’t call her to get him a message. It’s important. Would you mind very much walking down to our house and letting Robert know that we got delayed and won’t be back home until tonight? You will? Oh, thanks so much.” As Nicky reported to her that evening, Joyce pounced on the opportunity. She must have left her home immediately after hanging up. Not expecting company, Robert answered the door without thinking that he wasn’t wearing anything over his diaper. And Patricia had made sure that she “forgot” to change him before she left. Joyce was greeted by a man standing in a drooping, soaked diaper. Robert realized what was happening when Joyce stared dumbfounded at his crotch. Still, he was unfazed. He invited her in and she was too shocked to refuse. Nicky said that Robert asked if she would like some coffee but by that time Joyce had recovered and started mumbling an excuse about having to get back, forgetting even to pass on Patricia’s message. As she turned to go, however, Robert asked her a favor. Patricia had left without changing him, would Joyce mind? His diaper was getting cold and uncomfortable. Nicky almost blew her cover as she snorted while trying not to laugh. Incredibly, Joyce consented to change him, probably to see if this was for real. She left soon after, and it was clear that any fire she held for Robert had been extinguished. More importantly, Robert himself had shown that he was willing to let other women care for him, which opened up the possibility of using babysitters. Just in case. Even better, he apparently now saw all women as caregivers rather than sexual beings. Patricia returned soon after, giving Robert a big hug. She insisted that the family go out for a celebratory dinner. Robert’s inquiry about what they were celebrating was met only with a fit of giggles from the two women, so he let it slide. As they trio left the house, Robert in the lead, Patricia and Nicky gave each other a high-five. Mission accomplished. And that is the end of our little tale. Thank you to those who have left comments, and I hope all have enjoyed.

https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/62010-funishment-dmlb-part-1/ Part 2 is now up!! <3 I hope ya'll enjoy. I promised that I saved all the best parts for the last part but this will give you enough tease into what it will be like (lol)

Well, this is a short story! Only 3 parts - and it's a porno - so there isn't going to be much backstory! I will say that they've been married for a few years now and they are both part of the ABDL community, no one introduced either to the love of diapers - but some of this stuff (such as the cage is new) Here is part 2! I hope you enjoy it! I'm sure that part 3 will be here in a few days <3 Shana sipped on her coffee as she sat at the kitchen table, her legs were crossed, and her eyes were focused. She was watching her husband sit on the couch as he played a video game, whenever he leaned forward, is when she could spot the white diaper peeking out. She squeezed her legs together as she sipped her coffee. Even the sight of it alone got her excited. She placed down the cup of coffee and pressed her fingers in-between her legs. It had been a few hours now since she had last changed him, and having already had drank two cups of coffee; she was pretty sure that his diaper was already wet. But, the rule was he wasn’t allowed to tell her, and even though she already knew, she wanted to wait it out as long as she could. Her mind was buzzing with excitement though as she watched him, pressing her fingers against panties, feeling the wetness from the other side. She honestly wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait as she bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan. If she got herself too excited, she wouldn’t be able to hold herself back. “Do you need something to drink, hun?” She quickly stood up as she called out to her husband, she watched as his eyes peered down, his face turning a slight pink, before shaking his head. “No, I’m fine.” “I think you do need something to drink,” Shana said in a sharper tone as she walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. She made her way over to him and placed it on the table next to him. “You don’t want to get dehydrated, do you? I expect you drink it all.” Before turning around and walking out of the room. His face was pink when she walked closer, shifting his weight some, afraid that she would notice. When she walked away, he let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the bottle of water on the table, frowning. He reached down and touched his crotch; he was already pretty soaked. How come she didn’t check him? Did she not think he already wet himself or was she wanting more? He grabbed the bottle of water and opened it, taking a few large gulps. He was worried that if he peed again, that he was going to leak. The thought alone caused his face to flush. About thirty minutes later, he had finished the water. Shana watched him, knowing that it wouldn’t be long now. In her hand, she held a small vibrator, which he had gotten her a few years ago for their anniversary. Of course, he didn’t realize that it would be more for him than for her. She squeezed it in her hand as she walked over to him, sitting on the armrest of the couch, wrapping her one hand around his neck, which was still holding onto the vibrator tightly, hiding it from his view. “It’s been a few hours now,” she whispered in his ear, letting her other hand slide down his stomach, just inches away from his diaper, “you have been wiggling all over the place. You probably have to go to the bathroom, again don’t you? But. I think it would be better for you to hold it.” “Mommy…” He said, feeling himself feel even smaller pressed herself against him, “will you please change me? I’m wet.” “You’re not supposed to tell me.” She snapped at him, grabbing hold of his crotched, was already soaked. She knew that one more wetting, would cause it to leak, “and no, I’m not going to change you.” “Why?” “Because Mommy wants to have a little fun.” She whispered as she then revealed what she was holding, the small vibrator. She watched as his face turned a bright red. She had briefly used it on him once before, but nothing like this, just like the cage was a whole new experience for him. She turned it on, before opening the front of his diaper and dropping it in. Even though the setting was on low, the vibration sent chills throughout his body, so much so he dropped the controller and began to wiggle around. His dick was already pretty hard since she had come over, but now it was even harder as it pressed against the cage, unable to reach its full potential. “Mommy…” He hardly managed to whisper out as he leaned forward, the vibrator had managed to slip underneath his penis and by his balls, which honestly made the sensation almost unbearable. She was pretty much at her breaking point, she sat on his lap, facing him, feeling the slight vibrations from the vibrator on her. She leaned forward and began to kiss him, hard. Wrapping her arms around his head as she grabbed at his hair, pulling him as close as she could to her. She began to move her hips against his soaking crotch; her panties were already dripping wet. “Mommy,” he kept breathing over and over again as the kissing deepened. He lowered his hands and began to massage her large breast, through the t-shirt that she was wearing. He tried to go under her shirt, but she smacked his hand away. “Not, yet.” She whispered in his ear. “But, Mommy, can I cum?” “No. Or you’ll be in trouble.” She told him. “However, you can wet yourself. I know that you have to go.” “But, but, I’ll leak!” He said, turning his face away from her, it was burning. “Do it.” She said again, not a drop of hesitation. She wasn’t really worried about the diaper leaking. She grabbed his crotch as he nodded his head, a few seconds later, she could feel the diaper swell up to an even bigger size, it was hardly holding everything in, she looked up at him and smiled. “You did well.” She told him as she patted him on the cheek. “For that, mommy will change you.” “T-thank you.” He said as he laid down as she left to get a clean diaper. He pressed his legs together, as she hadn’t taken out the vibrator yet. He felt his face grow hot as he knew that he did something he wasn’t supposed to do and knew that he would be in trouble when she changed him. He couldn’t stay much longer in the wet diaper, as it had filled up from the front all the way to the back, so he was pretty much damned every way. A few minutes later, she had returned, holding a clean diaper and a bag of wipes in her hand. She sat on the couch as she propped his knees up, then bean to take the tapes off. “What is this?” She asked as she leaned forward and touched the head of his tender dick. “Did you cum?” He nodded his head; he knew there was no point in trying to lie, it was very obvious. “What a naughty little boy, you can’t even do what you’re told.” She said with a shake of her head, grabbing hold of the vibrator and turning it off, setting it aside as she grabbed a few wipes, and began to clean him up. “What am I going to do with you?” “I’m sorry, mommy.” He whimpered, quietly. For he knew that she wasn’t going to let something like that slide, with a simple “I’m sorry.” “How should I punish you now?” She said, grabbing a few more wipes, to make sure that he was all the way clean. Afterwards, she began to run her fingers across his dick and exposed balls, all the way to his rectum. He felt his face turn bright red as he felt her fingers, slipping near his anal. He shook his head, but he knew that whatever she had planned, that he couldn’t say no to and that he was completely exposed to her and that his fate rested in her hands. Shana then took the new diaper and placed it underneath him, licking her lips, as she already knew that he would have cum. She already had a plan in place from the very beginning. Everything was going according to her plan, and it was driving her wild. She then took something out and showed him. His face turned an even brighter red, any more and he would look like a tomato. “I think a little enema should teach you a little lesson, don’t you think?” She said as she positioned the enema by his anal. “Y-yes, m-mommy.” Was all that he could say, turning his face away from her, as he felt the liquid enema go up inside of him, causing him to wiggle and squirm. She then quickly tapped up his diaper, patting him on the butt after she was done. “There you go.” She said, with a smirk. “All done.” For she knew that now the real fun was going to begin.

I don't know that the entire room will smell but I know that anytime I go to bed in a wet diaper, or wake up in a wet diaper, I can smell the diaper myself? It could cause a faint smell depending on how sensitive your nose is. I know if you leave a wet diaper in the room it will smell within hours (depending on the size of the room). Your bed sheets might have the faint smell at minimum?

testify brother.. this is your wife.. if you can't tell her your deepest, darkest secrets you won't be married very long

I hope their more to come for this like maybe having act like a baby with bottles and so on.

XX. Patricia hadn’t been home five minutes when Robert asked for a talk. He clearly wanted to relate the details of his accident to her before Nicky did. Hesitatingly, he told her what had happened, although the part about Nicky waiting too long to bring him to the bathroom was not in line with what Patricia had overheard on the phone. Rather than challenge him or get angry for his little fib, she let it slide. If he needed an excuse for now, so be it. “Robert, I don’t know why you’re upset. Really, I guess I kind of assumed that as long as you’re wearing diapers full-time, you wouldn’t bother to take them off when you needed to go potty. In fact, I like the idea that you’re comfortable enough in them that you don’t mind using them for everything. And sweetie, it gives me a chance to spend some extra time with you when I change you. Some special time.” Patricia put her hand on Robert’s thigh as she completed her sentence, and looked at him with what she hoped were her sexy eyes. She had never been good at flirting. Robert appeared to consider what she was saying, and nodded slowly but not convincingly. Once again, Patricia decided she needed to take the initiative. “Robert, I know the last few weeks have been difficult for both of us, and while I’m delighted that we are starting to resolve our issue, I think we could use a little more time together. I’ve arranged to take next week off so that we can push through any remaining issues, and I can be here to help you when you need me. Since tomorrow is Saturday, that gives us the next nine days. Would you like that?” Robert’s eyes lit up and he threw himself into Patricia’s arms in a giant hug. As they embraced, Patricia couldn’t help pulling the waistband of his diaper back and sniffing the air. Nothing. “I’m glad you are looking forward to it as much as I am, Robbie. I’ll tell you what. For now, since you’ve had a bit of a rough day, why don’t we do our session early, right now. You know how much they relax you, and it will be a good start into the weekend.” Patricia didn’t expect any opposition, and got none. Robert had been able to drop into a deep trance quickly now, and that left more time for the suggestion part. Patricia used it all to reinforce the thought that diapers should be used for everything and to remind Robert that the more infantile he acted, the more innocent he would appear. As she started to bring him out of his trance, Patricia was sure that she had gotten through to him. If there was any doubt a few seconds later, as she awoke him, it vanished in the odor of a newly-soiled diaper. Both Patricia and Robert were momentarily stunned and neither moved nor spoke. Patricia broke the stalemate by sniffing the air before moving to Robert’s side, pulling him to a stand, and then cupping his rear end. Triumphant inside, she stayed calm on the outside. “It looks like my baby needs his diaper changed. Don’t worry, baby, Mommy will take care of everything.” Patricia spread the changing pad down on the bed, then lowered Robert to a prone position on top of it. She smiled at him as she stripped his socks off, and almost as an afterthought took his shirt off as well. Sitting beside him, she gently rubbed his chest, tweaking his nipples, and kissed him on the stomach. Their eyes met, and there was no doubt that Robert was enjoying the attention. Patricia kept it up for a little longer, noting at some point that Robert had closed his eyes and was concentrating on her touch. She took that as a sign to move down his body, and soon she was playing with his penis through the front of his diaper. With her other hand, she moved the mess sitting against his rear around, trying to strengthen the link between what sat there and what she was doing on the front side. It wasn’t long before Robert began to pant, biting his lip in the sign Patricia recognized as the last step before orgasm. Sure enough, two seconds later his hips rose into the air and he made a guttural noise. Patricia continued rubbing both front and back until he appeared to have finished. She slid closer to his head, planting a wet and passionate kiss directly on his lips. Robert sighed happily. The first part of her job complete, Patricia turned her attention to finishing the diaper change. Despite having changed her daughter thousands of times, she wasn’t prepared for the mess an adult could make. Resisting the urge to gag, she smiled at Robert as she used wipe after wipe to clean his bottom, with more than a little more time devoted to his penis. After what seemed like an eternity, she placed the tightly-wrapped diaper into his pail and quickly spread a fresh diaper underneath him. Traversing the room to the dresser, Patricia grabbed the bottle of sweet-smelling baby lotion and squirted a generous portion into her hands. Beginning with his now-flaccid member and moving to his rear, she massaged the lotion into his skin. For a minute, she thought he might cum a second time. Pulling the sides of the diaper up quickly, she taped him in and again leaned down to kiss him. “I need to get dinner started. It’s late. I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Patricia didn’t look back at her boyfriend as she left the room, but she had never been more confident in an assumption. In the last ninety minutes, he had crossed the line. He was her baby now, and he would be in diapers for as long as she decided to keep him in them. Which in her mind, might be forever.

IXX. Part of her hoped that Robert would wake up with a bulging bottom so that she could address the first messy accident herself, but he was merely wet and she disposed of that change with kindness but no overt affection. Of course Patricia realized that all of the talk she and Nicky had had would be useless unless he actually took to the suggestion she had planted. It would be a lot to expect results this quickly. As before, Nicky promised to keep her phone ready to speed dial her mom if the situation warranted. Patricia kept her earpiece in as she listened drowsily to her first two patients of the day. She eventually forgot it was there, and was startled when she heard Nicky’s voice in her ear. However sleepy she had been earlier, she was alert now. “Good morning, Robert. Did you want an early lunch? Coming down for a snack? No? Is there something I can help you with? You need to go to the bathroom? You have a diaper on, Robbie, I don’t mind if you use it. Oh, I see, now I understand. Certainly, let’s go to the bathroom and I’ll take your diaper off so you can go poo-poo. Come on, take my hand. Is something the matter? Robbie, come on before you—oh dear. Go ahead, baby, you might as well finish now. It’s okay, no need for tears. That’s what diapers are for. Babies use them for everything, so you don’t need to be embarrassed. Come here, let me give you a hug.” Patricia was so engrossed with what she was hearing that she almost forgot that one of her patients was on the couch. Fortunately, Samantha Hawkins repeated the same story in the same way every session, week in and week out. Patricia already knew it by heart. She could hear Nicky consoling Robert and letting him know that using the diaper for all bodily functions was natural, even expected, and that she and Patricia would have been surprised, even disappointed, if he hadn’t. Patricia was glad that they had talked the night before and decided on an approach that would seem both supportive and affectionate, subtly reinforcing the idea that pooping his diaper was the right thing to do. Patricia realized that Samantha was coming to the point in her narrative where she wrapped things up and fled the office, so her attention turned briefly to her patient. As Samantha closed the door, Patricia focused back on what was happening at home. She heard footsteps, as they were obviously going to Robert’s room. Nicky had clearly found a way to bring her phone with her without raising Robert’s suspicions. “Lay down on the changing pad now, Robbie, and let me take care of that nasty diaper. Whew! You are smelly, aren’t you? That’s okay, it’s like baby perfume. I don’t mind a bit. Are you wet, too? Let me feel your diaper there.” Patricia closed her eyes. Here is was, the moment she had both been hoping for and dreading. She listened intently as she waited for Nicky to continue. What she heard instead was the rustling of plastic. Soon Nicky was humming a little song, occasionally telling Robert what a good boy he was being for laying so still for his diaper change. It wasn’t long, perhaps less than a minute, before the sound of plastic being manipulated was punctuated by muffled, male grunting. Patricia was on edge waiting to hear Nicky’s next words, which came almost immediately. “Okay, Robbie, let’s open up your Pamper and start getting you all fresh.” Patricia couldn’t believe it. By dropping the code word “Pamper” into the sentence, Nicky was letting her know that Robert had, in fact, ejaculated. True to their plan, Nicky didn’t say a thing that would indicate to Robert that she knew what he had done. The rest of the diaper change was business as usual, except it took a bit longer and Nicky didn’t even try to hold back on the baby talk while she cleaned and re-diapered Robert. As far as Patricia could tell, Robert remained silent, probably worried that Nicky would see the extra discharge in the front of his diaper. Fat chance, she thought, with the little amount he produced. Finally, she heard Nicky give Robert an exaggerated kiss on the cheek and the sound of one set of footsteps, indicating Nicky was leaving. It was only a moment later that Nicky’s voice came back on, louder than before. “Mom, are you still there? Mom, it was so cool. He actually came to me to ask permission to take his diaper off to use the toilet! Like I’m the adult and he’s the child. I thought your suggestion hadn’t worked until he squatted right in front of me, made a potty face, and shit himself while I watched! He turned so red! After that, he really did act like a toddler and let me take total control. And you were right. Just a little squeeze here and there and he started bucking right there on the bed. I pretended not to notice. Did you hear? Mom, it couldn’t have worked out better.” Patricia sighed in relief as Nicky continued. “But, Mom, it was kind of disgusting. The dirty diaper, I mean. But I guess we’ll get used to it. And if I have a baby some day, there’s no way it will be as big a mess as Robert, so I’ll be prepared.” Patricia laughed and praised Nicky but had to get off the phone as her next patient arrived. The rest of the day crawled, but Patricia used her breaks to clear her next week’s schedule. She was going to be home, in person, to make sure that this breakthrough didn’t go to waste.

Part 4 This was something new for Ian, standing in the kitchen chatting on the phone to Paula, whilst wearing only his soggy and greasy protection and it made him feel a little anxious. With all his family sitting around the table he didn’t know if they realised what he’d just done. However, he could feel, with each small movement, his cock sliding in the milky slick he’d just deposited amongst the earlier piss. His plastic pants appeared to disguise his wet towelling and also keep any smell from being released into the atmosphere. Well at least that’s what he hoped. As he spoke to his girlfriend making arrangements for seeing her after work, he could feel his dick reacting once more - his full nappy winning over any debate as to whether to keep wearing it or not. At one point he found himself rubbing carelessly up against the doorframe as he spoke, the sensual feeling in his inflated package being at a heightened state. He stopped the moment he recognised what he was doing in front of his family as they continued with their meal. They appeared oblivious to his writhing. Perhaps of more interest to the group than his soggy nappy was the pile of crispy bacon, the heap of scrambled eggs and the mountain of toast his mother had prepared. # This was something else that was new, the feeling of sexiness and shame. He was eighteen and should have all these pubescent emotions under control, or so he thought. However, as he sat in his overstuffed protection with the rest of them enjoying the large cooked breakfast he couldn’t help but wonder why such thoughts had now entered his head. For years he’d never given a moment’s consideration to how he was dressed at the table, or anywhere else for that matter. The family knew about his nappies so there was little point in trying to hide the fact and, if truth be known, there were times when wearing just his protection felt freeing. However, there was something else happening in his pants right now and he couldn’t fathom out what or why. He was ultra-aware of the thickness, the tightness and the wetness surrounding his groin and it was as if he was wearing a nappy for the very first time. He shuffled in his seat. The plastic gave a deafening rustling sound which attracted his attention, but the rest of the family took no notice as he looked up red-faced and ashamed. He couldn’t work out why no one noted the noise, the smell or that his bloated nappy seemed to be getting bigger. Not only that but he could feel his cock getting harder and the desperate need for relief was growing at an equal rate. Skipping his breakfast he plunged his hand down the front of his protection and felt the stiffness throbbing in his hand and, right there at the table, brought himself off to a superb thrilling climax. “IAN,” his mother was standing at the bedroom door. “She can’t wait for ever. Come on, get up… and your breakfast is stone cold.” # Groggily he dragged himself from the strangest and most definite dream he’d ever had. In what must have been just a few short minutes between her first calling him to then appearing at his bedroom door, he’d fallen back asleep after his first orgasm and had, well, the wettest and most embarrassing dream he could ever remember. Then, as he pulled back the covers to reveal his inflated and soaked night time fortification, he wondered if he’d just done what he’d dreamed about and, if so, how long had his mother been standing in the doorway? As he waddled shamefully down stairs to the phone he could feel the warm slickness surrounding his dick and knew he would be more than a little embarrassed if his mother had witnessed any of what he’d done. Thankfully, his family were not waiting at the table. In fact, there was only a single plate of cold cooked breakfast and cup of rapidly cooling coffee. When he reached for the phone all he could hear was the tone, obviously Paula had grown tired of waiting. He was relieved; none of this scenario matched his dream. However, a shiver of humiliation ran down his spine when he noticed the look his mother gave him… she’d clearly observed what he’d been up to. # With having two teenage sons Susan was used to them occasionally being a little free with their libido, so it hadn’t come as too much of a shock to see Ian pumping away under the covers. She’d had to wash enough sheets, PJs and underpants to know that her son’s had found something that gave them pleasure, and therefore indulged pursuing it quite often. However, she was more annoyed at Ian for keeping Paula waiting on the phone and letting his breakfast, which she’d cooked especially for him, get cold. Still, now she knew what he’d been up to she chuckled to herself that perhaps the urge to eat wasn’t quite as powerful as the urge to… “Boys.” She thought, shrugged and returned to her washing up. # Ian was in a bit of a quandary. If his dream had revealed the truth (and he was beginning to believe more and more it had) because of the actions of the children’s doctor, and some psychosomatic command had been deposited deep in his mind, he’d need another psychiatrist to find it and flush it out. He had no idea who the doctor was all those years ago… he had no name or anything. He’d had several doctors in the hospital but according to his mother, Mr Patel had been his consultant and as far as the dream was concerned it wasn’t an Indian doctor doing the nightly rounds. As he ruminated about it none of the doctors and nurses he vaguely recalled looked anything like the one in his dream. However, as he was asleep as a three year-old he couldn’t know if a changed team was on a different shift. He wondered if he should take his ‘findings’ and talk them over with his psychiatrist. He hadn’t actually been to a session with Dr Ivy Crawford for a few years now. She’d been the one he’d seen when they were trying to get to the bottom of his wetting problem but had no luck. For a couple of years he’d had, together with his mother, visited her practice but each time he’d still come away wrapped in a nappy… the sessions were not that successful. However, he reasoned, she actually knew his case so wouldn’t have to bring her ‘up to speed’ on his condition as she’d already have all pertinent notes. He decided to talk things over with Paula first. # The erotic energy that had started his day continued. Ian had never, and he meant never, felt so horny in his life before. It was as if his thick protection was driving his thoughts and he could see why Paula was so keen on it all. He spent the day on the verge of explosion, with a dick that was hard, often leaking and uncomfortably trapped in the folds of his nappy… but still raring to go. As he walked, talked or sat the bulk between his legs just reminded him how horny he really was. The heaviness, the slippery cover as it rubbed against his jeans, the slight adjustments he had to keep making pulling and arranging the nappy as it bunched-up in some way – everything made him feel unbelievably sensual. His mind drifted to the new closet full of nappies, plastic and rubber pants, powders and lotions and he thought how fantastic it was that he was still able to access such things at his age. His girlfriend liked the red snap-on plastic pants the most; she thought they looked “well sexy”. They were thicker than his pull-on pants, shinier, slicker and quite a deal thicker but decided he’d wear the white vinyl pants with the little teddy bears all over them. He’d had them since he was a kid but, even though they were really too tight on him, he liked their sweet juvenile look so much he just didn’t want to stop wearing them. She hadn’t experienced these rather babyish pants and he wondered, for a laugh, if she would appreciate a bit of sexy silliness. # Paula was surprised that he was waiting outside her home when she arrived back from work and further surprised at what followed. Ian, rarely, if ever, initiated sex but his dick had been throbbing all day and now tightly packed behind his ‘teddy’ protection he wanted some action. Paula thought it wonderful that he should be so hot and horny as she opened the door and let them both in. They went straight to her bedroom and Ian wasted no time in taking down his jeans to reveal his childish surprise. She loved just how cute they looked on him. She’d never seen them before and smiled that her baby boyfriend looked even more endearing in his slick teddy panties. Of course, as anticipated, she couldn’t keep her hands off the glossy cushion and quickly stripped naked herself to experience Ian’s slippery offering. Ian’s mind had been set on S.E.X. since he woke up that morning. He’d never experienced such a carnal drive before and he found it strangely empowering. Not only that but, instead of Paula taking the lead, he found various new ideas of his own that led to some very surprised squeals of pleasure. # What started out as ‘a welcome home from work’ shag developed much further and they were still banging away into the early hours of the morning. Her alarm clock beeped at 7.00am, though she’d only managed two sporadic hours of any proper sleep. Ian had seemed passionately possessed and although Paula was grateful for her boyfriend’s sudden urges and ideas, she really did have to get up for work. After the hectic night of love making she was relieved to get to the shower and let the warm jets soothe her sore and aching body. It had been several hours of enthusiastic and innovative sex but after only a few minutes sleep Ian had woken up stiff and raring to go again. He slipped naked in behind her, caressing her warm glowing skin and tweaking her firm little nipples. His stiff cock weaved its own design on her pert bottom as they swayed together in the showers hot and welcoming embrace. Despite her feeble protest that she was running late and had to get ready, she actually loved her ‘baby’ demanding such unorthodox sex. There wasn’t a part of the body or an orifice that hadn’t seen some action and probably more than once. Ian had been a revelation and had done things that neither had experimented with before. He’d worn his nappy and plastic pants almost throughout, although by the sixth and seventh time, they were getting more than a bit distressed. Such had been the unrestrained activity that the little terry and plastic pile which sat dirty and abused in the middle of her bedroom carpet couldn’t be salvaged. However, after the shower Paula, noticing the time, managed to get Ian safely into a disposable (she’d bought for just such an occasion) before any further sex could take place. # His girlfriend’s pre-planning for his possible disposable needs was impressive. Ian appreciated that she’d actually gone out and obtained some rather high-end thick nappies just in case he wet himself whilst staying with her. He was overwhelmed that she’d even acquired the various powders and lotions that he had at home to make sure he was kept comfortable whilst he wore them. For the first time in their relationship she changed him, it all was just a continuation of their sexy games. No matter how much his cock begged for attention she ignored it and got on with the ‘other’ job in hand. He’d been amazed how much she’d appeared to enjoy fitting him into a clean disposable and how at ease he was to let her get on with it. They both looked sad when the pair of bear covered plastic pants were ripped and couldn’t be reclaimed but she assured him the current protection would be enough to at least get him home. # Once he was fully enclosed and Paula had managed to get herself dressed for work, over a cup of shaky morning tea (her body hadn’t stopped trembling since the start of the long night session), he asked what she thought of him going to see his psychiatrist about his dream and conclusion. Paula could have done without this conversation. She was worn out and not really fully awake to make any serious responses. In the end her opinion… it was up to him. If he wanted a solution, and he thought he’d found one, then probably he needed Dr Ivy to help sort things out because neither she nor Ian had any idea how to go about it. # As he walked her to the bus stop they discussed it even more and he began to think how things had changed so quickly. He wondered why he’d suddenly got this incredibly sexual desire and was surprised at how it had manifested itself so awesomely into his recent performance. It was so unlike him and even though there was a part that was pretty thrilled with what they had done, another part; the easy going, unassuming, bedwetting little guy he’d always been, was appalled. That scared him. How could he be both? He saw Paula take her seat on the bus and waved his goodbye, whilst mentally making the decision to see Dr Ivy… and then it happened. As the bus pulled away, the sun shining through its windows created a flickering shadow effect and he immediately felt a warm flush fill his nappy. He could feel the tell-tale weight increasing as the disposable got to work doing its job but he worried that without plastic pants he might leak. However, the absorption of the thicker-than-normal disposable Paula had obtained soaked up everything, leaving Ian with an obviously bloated nappy under his jeans but no betraying wet stains. # For a few moments he stood mesmerized to the spot. It seemed this was further proof that what he now believed to be the reason for his wetting was indeed fact. However, this realisation just brought on further complications. For instance: Why now? Why the dream? Why was he so sexually adept? Why had his life changed so dramatically in what was just a few hours? To Ian, none of this seemed real. There were other thoughts: How could he use Paula like he’d just done? It wasn’t really passion, it certainly wasn’t love. It seemed more an overpowering need and that need had been instigated by his nappy… but that’s just illogical, stupid and utter hogwash! Despite a growing mood of guilt and confusion, behind the swollen disposable his cock was leaking once again. Indeed, it had hardly gone down since the morning before and was making Ian uncomfortable simply because he had no explanation for it. The need to speak to someone who might help was becoming crucial; he needed answers because the answers he thought he had made no sense. That tell-tale shiver of uncertainty rippled through his body but oddly, when it reached his lower abdomen, and the top of his soaked disposable, his mood changed. The bulky load between his legs offered support, whilst the tightness of the well-taped item made him feel secure. He believed no matter how heavy they became… he could always rely on his nappy to guide and keep him safe. As he slowly waddled home his mind was filled with thoughts of all his wonderful nappies. # To be continued…

XVIII. Later that evening, while sipping a glass of wine, Patricia began to have second thoughts about keeping Nicky in the dark about the direction she was taking Robert’s training. For one thing, it really would be unfair to surprise her with a dirty diaper if Robert took the suggestion from that night’s session. More so, though, she would need Nicky to perform what she might consider an inappropriate, or even disgusting, act in order to bring Robert to his final stage. But Patricia had given this a lot of thought, and she wanted…no, needed….Robert’s behavior modified, for her own mental health and to strengthen their relationship. Patricia sighed. This would not be an easy talk. Nicky was aware of the circumstances of her conception, at least. When she turned fifteen, Patricia has sat her down and told her everything. It had been an emotional evening, full of tears and accusations, and finally hugs and a sort of catharsis. They were both glad that the big secret Patricia had carried for so many years had finally been brought out in the open. Still, the topic had never been discussed again since that time. Patricia stopped by the kitchen on her way to Nicky’s room to pour her daughter a Coke. Stalling a bit, she thought to herself. Carrying her own wine and Nicky’s drink in her hands, she made her way down the hall. Nicky didn’t seem surprised to see her, and curiously asked how their session had gone. Patricia answered vaguely, then sat on the bed next to her daughter. “Nicky, I know I’ve been asking a lot of you as an accomplice to this whole weird plan of mine, although I think you’ve actually enjoyed it.” Nicky’s broad grin affirmed this assumption. “But what I’m about to ask of you might be going a bit too far. I need you to be honest with me, and if you don’t think you can do this I absolutely will understand and won’t hold it against you. You’ll have to forgive me if I need to talk a bit to lead up to my request.” She had her daughter’s rapt attention. Patricia briefly referenced their conversation from a few years earlier, deliberately avoiding going back into detail. She could see Nicky’s concern growing, and wanted to get to the point. To the fun stuff, at least from her own point of view. “What I didn’t talk to you about before, and what is still hard for me to say, is that the incident leading to my pregnancy has left a few scars. Most notably, and I can’t believe I’m telling my own daughter this, is that it is very hard for me to be intimate with a man. For me, sex is something to be tolerated when necessary but will never be enjoyable and if I could avoid it altogether I would. Don’t get that look of pity in your eyes, young lady. If that’s what I have to trade off to have you in my life, it’s worth it.” By this point, both women were close to tears. Time to lighten the mood. “With Robert, it hasn’t been that big a deal. In fact, you’ve seen him during diaper time. It really isn’t that big at all.” Patricia giggled a bit and, despite her obvious puzzlement over where this was headed and the awkwardness of hearing about this from her own mother, Nicky couldn’t help but join her. “Really, I barely feel him inside of me. And just when I’m wondering when he is going to enter, it’s over. I don’t even have time to dwell on my issues with the sexual act.” Both mother and daughter were starting to lose their discomfort, and Nicky obviously enjoyed being brought into her mother’s inner, and very adult, circle. “But Robert’s diapering had given me an opportunity that I didn’t anticipate when we started down this path. I hope you don’t lose respect for me, Nicky, but it opens a door to allow Robert to meet his sexual needs, although maybe not in a way that he would choose, while taking penetration out of the picture. It’s a way that I can keep him in my life without having to endure the emotional upset of having sex.” Patricia stopped to catch her breath, wondering what could be going through her daughter’s head right now. “Okay, that’s the background. You’ve seen how impressionable Robert is, how open he is to the power of suggestion. How many other men would allow themselves to be talked into pissing themselves? I want to try to take advantage of his vulnerability from another direction, a sort of Pavlovian conditioning. Last night when he was under hypnosis, I suggested that he should do more than just wet his diapers. Yes, Nicole, I want him to start using his diapers for everything.” Nicky must have been aware that her mouth had dropped open, as she self-consciously and quickly shut it. Before she could say a word, Patricia continued. “Yes, that would mean that you would be changing dirty diapers. I understand that it would be an odorous and unpleasant task. I don’t look forward to it either. But it would also mean that we have met our goal. Not many women would consider making advances on a man who wears and wets diapers, but there might be a few that would risk it if they were horny enough. But a man who poops himself, whose skin has been encased in stinky diapers for so long that it emits that unmistakable odor even when clean? Who would do that?” By this point, Nicky was trying unsuccessfully to avoid dissolving into fits of laughter. She was nodding as she rocked back on the bed, obviously enjoying the picture of Robert with a load in his bottom. Patricia smiled, but this still wasn’t where she needed to be. “There’s more, Nicky. I want to condition Robert so that the only time he can get hard, the only time that his body is willing to enjoy any sexual satisfaction, is when he is wearing a wet and dirty diaper. There is no woman alive that would be willing to make love under those conditions. Talk about a mood killer. Plus I think I know women well enough that any sexual feelings they had would quickly morph into a single thought: this poor baby needs a clean diaper. They would stop seeing him as a man and he would forever more be a helpless infant in their minds. “Maybe you see where this is going. The only way this will have a chance of working is if Robert begins to associate wet and dirty diapers with sexual excitement. We need to make sure that every change of a wet diaper is clinical and maternal. But whenever he has a dirty diaper, he needs to achieve orgasm. What I’m asking you to do when I’m not around, and please tell me if I’ve lost my mind, is to stroke him through his stinky diaper until he cums. Then just finish the diaper change as if nothing unusual had happened.” Patricia stared at the floor, unable to look Nicky in the eyes. As much as she had felt uncomfortable when she had debated bringing Nicky into this, actually verbalizing it felt much worse. She decided to backtrack. Still focused on the floorboards, she added “Nicky, I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to ask that of you. I needed your help for that to work, because he would have to cum at every messy diaper change and I won’t always be here. But it was selfish of me, and I hope you forgive me.” Patricia finally got the nerve to look up in Nicky’s direction, and she was startled by what met her gaze. Nicky was smiling ear-to-ear, tears from her silent laughter still lingering in the corner of her eyes. “Mom, I think that is absolutely brilliant. Really, really sick, but brilliant. Don’t you know that I love you, and that I would do anything to help you out? Well, maybe not anything. But I would love to do this. He’s not my real dad, you know. And I’ve always felt a little guilty about how I came into this world. If I can help save you from your demons, of course I’ll do it. “But…” and here Nicky moved closer so that their faces were only inches apart… “you owe me. Dirty diapers? Yuk!” No sooner had Nicole finished speaking than the two women fell into each other’s arms in a spontaneous hug. Soon they were happily jabbering about the finer points of bringing on an orgasm through the thick layer of a diaper, including gross ideas about what to use for lubricant if necessary. Patricia was happy to state that Robert was always so quick on the trigger, it probably wouldn’t be necessary. By the time she crawled into her bed at a late hour, Patricia fell into the most relaxed sleep she had had in years.

Weird, i honestly never hear or see anything or portland abdl people but then again i dont know any portland AB or Dls around. Also im more of a DL myself, never much been for the baby side of things.

Bringing Patricia's insecurity out into the open is nicely done-- indeed, you have done a wonderful job of developing her personality in general and attitude to sexual intimacy in particular. When a woman reduces her mate to infancy, logic suggests that she will have to betray him by turning to another man to satisfy her sexual needs. In this instance, however, you have set things up nicely to avoid this overworked scenario. Like Eagle, I look forward to seeing how you handle the home wrecking neighbor down the block!

Part 3 Well, for one thing, he’d re-furnished his room. It had been looking a bit young teenage boyish; not age appropriate posters and the decoration in general needing a bit of an update. He was reluctant to change because the room had been his since he’d returned from the hospital as a nappy-wearing toddler. He’d been given it because he had a baby brother (Gary) now to contend with, so his parents had kitted out the attic so he had his own space. He loved it. He remembered when he first entered the room and being excited at just how large an area it was. All his toys, clothes and little bed had been transported up into this newly organised bedroom and for a three year-old it was a great place to play as well as sleep. Ever since he’d had the room he’d always liked looking out of the large window that overlooked the back garden and the fields beyond. He rarely drew the blinds because from his bed he loved to view the heavens and count the stars or watch as the occasional beam from a car’s headlights raced across the ceiling as it drove along the nearby country road. Those brief flashes illuminating the room before being plunged back into darkness as tree after tree disrupted the shaft of light. The shadows formed shapes and even in his sleep those bright flashes would take him on imagined journeys. Despite regularly waking to a wet nappy his room was a place of youthful wonder, which held a great deal of fascination and one he’d been hesitant to alter. However, he was eighteen and it was time for a bit more of an ‘adult’ appearance and, should he have Paula over, have less of a look (and smell) of a pubescent boy about the place. He and his father redecorated the entire room, changed the childish single bed to a double and altered the angle away from the window. His nappies and the rest of the stuff he needed were hidden behind a large, newly built closet that easily housed everything as well as his clothes. He purchased new and much classier bedding (although kept a rubber sheet over the mattress), added subtle lighting and, at his mother’s insistence (she was paying), enhanced the entire look by including some new long dark velvet curtains for that ‘sophisticated’ effect. # That night he tried to remember the sequence of events. The room had undergone a remarkable transformation and it had only just struck him that it was after all this work that his wetting stopped. He still slept in a nappy but morning after morning he woke up dry. Could it have been the result of the new paintwork; perhaps the refined accents to the room or maybe the angle of the bed? It was in that moment of ‘maybe’s’, and thanks to his dream, that he began to tie some of the loose threads together and realised something intrinsic had happened within the room. He was still speculating about what elements he hadn’t thought about when he slipped into a deep sleep. Not surprisingly he found himself back in the children’s wing of the hospital only this time not as an actual patient… he was just observing. # All the kids were asleep and he could see the clock above the main door showing the time at just after ten when the nurse and doctor commenced their rounds. At each bed they’d flash their torch into the patient’s face and whisper some words. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but he had become more aware of the soothing musical tone and whispered words that accompanied it. They appeared to be comforting phrases you’d offer a baby: How sweet they were, how happy they should play, how marvellous their friends were and how joyful it was to be a baby and to be looked after. Deep in the background there was also a resonant voice that repeated the mantra that their nappy was wonderful and should be used. The effects of the flashing torch were obvious to see as each child seemed to relax further into their dreamworld and a smile would appear on their faces. Ian tried to remember if this happened to him when he was in hospital and had a vague recollection that it had. He was also suddenly aware that at these moments he felt a warming glow throughout his body as he was comforted by it all. Once the rounds were complete the doctor and nurse nodded to each other seemingly pleased with the way things were going. “Look at all these sweet kids, fast asleep and unaware of the commands they’re being given.” The doctor was smiling at the nurse who was on duty. “If we can bring order to the wards so easily with these,” he spread out his hands to indicate the entire room, “innocent little boys and girls… we might be able to adapt it for all patients… which should help with organising treatment a little better.” He smiled at his co-conspirator and at the success of his illegitimate psychological trial. As the dream continued, Ian, still only an observer, realised it was indeed a very clever and complicated accomplishment but one that hadn’t been sanctioned by anyone except the doctor himself. The kids were guinea pigs for whatever psychological little game the doctor had formulated and were oblivious of what he planned to do next. Whatever the ‘command’ was the doctor seemed to think he was already onto a winning formula. Ian’s dream now made sense and explained quite a lot, except, he still wasn’t sure if his brain was filling in the spaces to give him an imagined solution or revealing the true answer. # If it was true the dream revealed an overlooked psychosomatic element to his problem, something that was left in his subconscious and was triggered by… by… by what? He was no longer subject to the music, the subliminal words or the doctor’s schemes. On top of all that, this happened fifteen years ago so how on earth could it be affecting him now? He had to dismiss the dream as his overactive imagination desperate to explain his problem simply because the ‘evidence’ just didn’t make any sense. Besides, he kept reminding himself, he was only three when all this happened so how come he was now an observer? The plot (if indeed there was a plot) thickened. As he lay awake in his pitch-black bedroom he ran his fingers over the silky bulge and realised his nappy wasn’t soaked. Surrounded by darkness he closed his eyes again and relaxed in the comfort of his warm bed and surprisingly dry protection. With all that had been going through his head as he slept he was sure should have resulted in some kind of reaction, a flooded nappy at the very least. However, to prove the point, his fingers ranged under the plastic and over the soft fleecy fabric and it was definitely arid. At that moment his mother came into his room and flicked the light switch. The room was fully illuminated by the main light but she realised that Ian may well have still been asleep and quickly switched it back off. However, her sudden doubt about whether to rouse her son meant that she nervously fumbled the switch a couple of times. On the second flicker of brightness, Ian was engulfed in a sudden feeling of elation and, untroubled; his bladder released the morning load into the soft folds of his parched nappy. # Up until that moment Ian hadn’t made any real connection concerning the doctor’s flashing torch in his eyes as a sleepy youngster, the dappled early morning sunshine or the flapping shadows of his wind-blown nappies. It was a few minutes later that he connected the dots to the car headlights flashing in his room that he assumed had brought on, albeit subconsciously, his nightly soaking. He was elated at this revelation. The dream had led to a conclusion about what had happened and lay there, hand rubbing the front of his bloated nappy, and feeling relieved at finally having a motive for his continual ‘accidents’. From being a small child he had made it a feature of his room that he hardly ever closed the blinds and he felt foolish to realise that those shadows zipping erratically across his ceiling at all hours of the night could have been the trigger to his problem. He lay there soaked but taking in this momentous discovery. If true, all these years of wetting could be the result of undrawn blinds or simply walking down the street where shadows played tricks sending subliminal messages to his pre-programmed younger mind. He ran his fingers more fervently between the plastic pants and the warm damp material of his night time nappy. A shudder ran throughout his body. There was no doubt that he felt comfortable, content even, his wetness never causing him too much dismay. At that moment the dampness was actually getting him aroused. He wished Paula was lying next to him. He thought how much she would enjoy his warm, steaming, damp protection; her eager naked body sliding erotically over his bloated plastic mound. Meanwhile, he’d be lying there, enjoying the unrestrained actions of his lithe and horny girlfriend. # However, the glow of the day was seeping into his room. The pitch-black was turning into a sort of dull grey radiance and his horniness soon passed so re-focused on his findings. Could this be the real reason, and if so, why had he made the discovery now and, more to the point, how could he get rid of this 'trigger'? However, nappies had been, for good or bad, a very direct influence on his eighteen years. Over that time he must have worn, wet and changed thousands of them. The recent brief respite when he wore briefs had been welcome but also strange. Loads of different thoughts and emotions ran through his mind, where one moment he was pleased to be rid of the bulky things, the next desperately missing their comforting embrace. Then, unannounced, another thought entered his head; did he actually want to lose this particular part of who he was? # This was a stupid thought. This was ridiculous. This was just plain daft… but what would it mean to just stay in his thick, welcoming, secure protection? His mind clicked into “Don’t even think about it” mode, which was difficult as he ran his hand even more salaciously over his puffy plastic bundle. “You’re eighteen for Christsake.” The voice in his head was angry. “You have to grow up, make the change, become a man and stop relying on your freakin’ nappies.” The argument persisted. The desire to be ‘normal’ - to wear something that didn’t bulk out his pants, something that didn’t rustle or crinkle with each step, something any other teenager would be long past accepting. Bloody hell, his fifteen year-old brother and ten year-old sister hadn’t worn nappies since they were two, now was an opportunity to be like everyone else, ‘normal’. ‘NORMAL’ - That was the word that shouted out more than any other. ‘NORMAL’ - Meant that his family didn’t have to put up with a ‘baby’ as the oldest son or brother. ‘NORMAL’ – Also meant the end of his lifelong problem; a problem that he’d gotten used to instead of resenting every day. The problem was… ‘NORMAL’ surrounded his genitals at that moment; damp but friendly, thick but dependable, sexy and alive. # For the many reasons he could think of to lose the bulky wet fabric engulfing his cock and balls, he could think of an equal number of objections to retain it. However, at that particular moment, his horniness was the main contributing factor. His rapidly moving fingers between the plastic and the wet material gave him a hard-on that Paula would have relished. He wriggled and writhed against his hand and the heavy damp textile, groaning in pleasure and anticipation at what he was about to achieve. He’d never before really felt this involved with his nappy and found it exhilarating. Paula had always got off on what he wore, providing it was bulky and covered in plastic, so this was a bit of a departure for him. However, he was quickly nearing orgasm when he heard his mother calling from downstairs. “Ian, hurry up Paula’s on the phone… and your breakfast is on the table.” He gulped back as the fury of his hand dragged him to the point of explosion. “Ian, IAN,” she shouted more urgently. “She hasn’t got all day.” “Coming,” he breathlessly screamed back. And he was. ###### To be continued….

-This chapter seemed to be a little long so I decided to cut the chapter in half. This chapter leads into the picture where Andy is being put into a diaper by the three women. sorry it also took me a little while to post this chapter. i had to wait for someone to read it and ok it first. Andy got off the bus and took a look around at the crowded bus station. he pulled out his phone and texted his mom's friend. Andy: *hi aunt Celestia. I just got off the bus.* Celestia: *hi I'll be there real soon. * As soon as Andy got that text he grabbed his bags and sat down on a nearby bench. About a week ago, Andy's mom was in an accident. Someone had accidentally knocked over one of the heavy set lights they were using for the set and it fell right on top of Andys mom. This broke both of her legs and her right hand. Thankfully she moved slightly out of the way and it didn't hit her head! that would have been fatal! But because of what happened, Andys mother could no longer take care of him until her legs healed. Without talking to Andy about it, she arranged for Andy to stay with one of her old friends from college. Someone Andy grew up calling aunt Celestia. _____ Celestia was on her way to the bus station and was hoping she got everything already set up. Both Andy and his mother used to live with Celestia back when Andy was a baby/toddler. back before Andy's mother got a new job and moved away. Celestia could still remember how cute little Andy was running around the house in nothing but his diaper and some socks. He was coming up 5 when they left. his mother decided to just get him a completely new bedroom set and left all of the old baby furnishers at Celestia’s place. The plan was for Celestia to sell it or give it to a family who wanted it. But with her work and her busy schedule, the Baby stuff just stayed in the guest room of her house. Celestia figured, maybe one day I'll have a baby of my own and I can use it then. But that never happened. Then Celestia got a call from her friend that she was in the hospital. “If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know,” Celestia told her friend over the phone. “There is one thing.” her friend told her. “I can't take care of Andy like this and I don't have the money to hire someone to watch him.” “Say no more, he can live with me while you get better,” Celestia told her. “Are you sure? Andy can be a little bit of a handful…” “I think I can handle that little stinker,” Celestia told her friend, using the little nickname she gave him years ago. However, Celestia didn't have time to clear out the guest room and buy new furnisher. Instead, she converted a lot of the baby stuff. The crib had one of the gates removed to become a bed. The changing table had everything removed to become a dresser. etc. Andy might not like it, but until they have a chance to get a new bedroom set, this would have to do. _________ Andy was waiting for about 45 minutes when a tall woman with purple, pink, and blond hair walked up to him. “Andy, it's so good to see you!” She squealed and gave Andy a hug. “Look at how big you've gotten!" “Hi, aunt Celestia,” Andy told her with a smile. “Here let me grab your bag. The car is just outside.” Celestia told him and made their way to the car. It was a little crowded at the bus station but that just gave Celestia more time to talk to Andy. after a few minutes, Celestia had to bring up a big topic. “I know you're in homeschool, but I was thinking of putting you into back into the local school for the rest of the year until you mom gets better.” “I don't want to go to regular school.” Andy protested. “It will only be until your mom gets better sweety,” Celestia told him Celestia was the principal of a very large school that had classes from 6th - 12th. Andy would just be able to attend her school and still be able to keep an eye on him. “Mom said I didn't have to go to school as long as I was modeling,” Andy told her. “Yes, but you're not modeling right now,” Celestia told him. “That's only because mom got hurt. As soon as she’s better I'll be modeling again.” Andy told her. “Besides, going to school is pointless.” “What was that?” Celestia asked, getting slightly annoyed with his attitude and tone. “School doesn't teach you anything you'll need to know in real life,” Andy told her. “Andy, that's not true. And in my books, the only kids who shouldn't be in school are the sick and babies.” Celestia told him. “So I think you should go to school.” “No way!” Andy told her. “What's so great about school anyway. I haven't had to know anything about math or science or history since I started modeling. What's the point?” Celestia was starting to get a little fed up with his attitude. Has modeling made him into that much of a brat? Where was the cute little stinker she used to know? She was about to just give him some tough love and tell him he was going and that would be that. But then she remembered what she just told him earlier. ‘the only kids who shouldn't be in school are the sick and babies’ This gave Celestia an idea. “Fine. you win.” Celestia told him as they got to the car. “You can stay in homeschool, but only if you pass all your tests.” “Puff! Easy.” Andy said as he got into the front seat of the car and Celestia got into the driver's side. ___________ The ride home was uneventful. The only thing they did was stop for in & out burger. When they got home, Andy was very disappointed with his room. “Why was it full of baby stuff?” Andy asked. “It was all of your baby stuff,” Celestia told him. “I just haven't had any time to clear it out.” “Do I really have to sleep in a crib?” Andy asked. “I took off one of the gats and put in a better mattress,” Celestia told him. “You just have to use it for a few days until we can go shopping for a new bed.” “I still don't like it,” Andy told her. That attitude was really getting on Celestia’s nerves. “I'm sorry Andy, but I only found out you were coming over 2 days ago,” Celestia told him. “You can either wait until the weekend for a new bed, or you may sleep on the floor.” They both went into Celestia's kitchen where they set down there food and began eating. “Man nothing beats in & out burger!” Andy said as he slumped back into his char and closed his eyes for a moment to let his food settle. deciding now to be the perfect chance, Celestia knocked her soda over and had it spill all over Andy. “WHAT THE HECK!” Andy shouted as he jumped up from his chair. “IM SO SORRY!” Celestia yelled as she jumped up with some napkins and began trying to clean the soda up. “I accidentally spilled my soda.” “Aw man!, now I'm all sticky!” Andy complained. “Why don't you go take a quick shower,” Celestia suggested to Andy. Ya, that might be a good idea.” Andy said as he went to the bathroom. As soon as he was in there, and started the shower, Celestia knew she had to work fast. She quickly ran out to her car and grabbed out Andy's bag and decided to hide it in her closet for now. Next, she knocked on the bathroom door. “Andy, I'm going to grab your clothes real quick to throw them in the wash!” Celestia yelled at him. “I don't want to attract ants.” “Ok!” he called back as she slipped inside and grabbed his clothes real quick. At least this part wasn't a lie. With the cloths hidden and in the wash, all that was left to do was wait for Andy to finish. Once Andy was done with the shower and raped in a towel, he went to his new room. “Um, Aunt Celestia!” Andy called threw his door. “Yes!” Celestia called back. “Could you go grab my bag!” Andy called. “I forgot to grab it.” “Sure thing sweety!” Celestia told him and went out to her car where she knew the bag wouldn't be. Then went back inside. “Sweety?” Celestia said as she knocked on the door. Andy opened the door and looked at his aunt who didn't have his bag. “Where's my bag?” Andy asked. “I'm so sorry sweety, I must have left it on the sidewalk when we left the bus station,” Celestia told Andy, trying her best to sound upset with herself. “WHAT!” Andy yelled. “I'm sorry sweety,” Celestia told him. “I called the bus station and they told me they did find your bag and it's in the lost and found. But sadly there closing right now.” “Aw man! Wait! I can just put my clothes back on until tomorrow.” Andy said. “I put those in the wash remember.” Celestia reminded him. “Then what am I supposed to ware?” Andy asked. “I cant keep carrying around a towel.” “Well, you do have two options,” Celestia told him as he looked up at her. “I could let you borrow some of my clothes until tomorrow.” “WHAT NO!” Andy screamed. That was just what she wanted to hear. “Well. there is the other option.” “What?” Andy asked. Celestia opened the door more and walked past Andy and towards the closet. She didn't know where to put the baby stuff from the changing table earlier, so she put it in the closet. Once it was open she reached inside and pulled out something that made Andy's eyes go wide. “NO. NO WAY!” Andy yelled as Celestia held up a baby diaper. “It's one of your old ones and I think it might still fit,” Celestia told him. “NO! I don't want to wear a diaper!” Andy yelled at her. He had just got done with modeling diapers and he didn't want to wear another one! “Well, it's either this or my panties,” Celestia told him. “Because I'm not going to let a young boy walk around my house with only a towel.” Celestia knew from the face distraught Andy was giving her that she had won. “I think I still have some pink panties that I haven't used yet,” Celestia told him just to get Andy to make his decision faster. “FINE,” Andy yelled before crossing his arms and began to pout. “I'll wear the stinking diaper.” At least a diaper was better than girls underwear. Andy thought. Celestia then picked Andy up and placed him on the changing table. “AUNT CELESTIA!” Andy screamed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” “Your mommy told me you still don't know how to properly put a diaper on,” Celestia told Andy and his face immediately went red. “Don't worry, I've changed you plenty of times.” With that, the towel was removed and andy covered himself. But it didn't take much for Celestia to remove his hands and put the baby diaper on him. The diaper just barely fit on him and they had stars all over the front that would disappear when wet. While Celestia would just love to see Andy in a wet diaper, but she decided this would be enough for now. “Ow, stay right there,” Celestia said before running out of the room and coming back a second later. “Wouldn't want your feet to get cold.” Celestia had grabbed a pair of white socks and put them on Andy before taking a good look at him. While Andy had grown much bigger, she could definitely now see the little stinker she knew right before her eyes. She knew come tomorrow, she would have to give him back his clothes, but for right now, she was going to enjoy having the little stinker run around her house in nothing but a diaper once more.

Part 2 Things were back to ‘normal’, even though ‘normal’ meant the eldest child of the family still had to wear a nappy. Ian had quickly resigned himself to the ‘status quo’. The short escape from such thick protection had, in some ways, been a relief but in others didn’t quite provide the freedom he was expecting. Over all these years of being confined to nappies it was quite an upheaval when he eventually found he might not need them any more. Not that his life was turned upside down or anything, it just took more adjustment to the lack of what he was used to than he thought it would. Although it had only been a relatively brief time (no pun intended), just over a week, when he’d slipped into his first ever pair of underpants, he’d found them strangely… unfriendly. Being dressed in nappies all his life, the thick fluffy fabric had always felt like it was giving him a hug even when he’d had to pin himself into them. Even slipping over a pair of plastic pants had been an act which was both necessary but mainly pleasurable. A pair of briefs just hugged everything snugly but didn’t offer that cuddlesome component. Now back in a nappy and robust pair of dark blue vinyl pants (they matched his shorts) the smile he’d had as he watched the sunrise returned. The day seemed back on course and, as he ate his breakfast surrounded by the rest of his loving family, out of sheer devilment, he surreptitiously filled his nappy on purpose. # The warm glow spread around his genitals and inwardly he sighed because of the secure feeling that gripped him down there. He decided to wear the soaked nappy for a while longer before going back upstairs to change. Then, as per the old schedule, he’d have to throw all his damp, urine infused clothing into the soak-tub for a few hours before eventually putting them in the machine for a “…damn good wash”. His plastic pants needed to be rinsed separately so he did those by hand and pegged them out on the line. He was used to doing his own laundry, especially when it came to his protection. His mother had long since given him that responsibility and it was one he took very seriously, making sure everything would be pristine for when next needed. It had been a week since such things fluttered in the light wind, but he was really quite thrilled to see their colourful return. What had started the morning as an awful experience (he hated that he’d so obviously peed his pants), was now all sorted and once again he felt the day was his. The rule was still simple and effective - whilst he wet, he retained his nappy. So, now he was wet and in a nappy he couldn’t have been more content now things had regained some ‘normality’. # That night Ian had a strange dream that left him wet and hyperventilating as he woke up. # He was a toddler, no more than three years-old, and was in hospital undergoing tests. He remembered being in hospital as a child but had managed to forget most of the time he’d spent there. He’d had some chronic illness in those early years which confined him to hospital for over three months. However, something happened in his dream whilst receiving treatment he had no recollection of. In the children’s wing all the patients, from toddlers to pre-teens, wore nappies under their PJs. In the evenings, before bed some were put into even thicker protection than during the day (him being one of them) but everyone had to wear them. Despite the many tantrums that would kick off when it came to ‘nappy time’ those were the rules so even older boys and girls who were toilet trained and who objected had no alternative - the hospital insisted so there was no way around it. # In his dream, and he never actually remembered this happening, during the night when everyone was asleep, a nurse and doctor did the rounds checking on their sleepy patients. In the ‘fantasy’ (because he wasn’t sure what it was), the evening drink had been maybe laced with some potion that meant that everyone fell asleep roughly at the same time so by eight, the place was quiet apart from the noises a ward full of snoozing kids make. The dream also revealed that the nurse and doctor patrolled the ward shining and flashing a torch into each child’s face to see if they were asleep or just pretending. There was a soft low soothing tone emitted from somewhere and whispered words of encouragement to relax and enjoy wetting their nappies… if they did they would feel wonderful. The whole idea, according to Ian’s dream, appeared to get all the kids to need changing at the same time each day so that the nurses didn’t have to interrupt the rest of their work, changing individuals all the time - just one big morning session and everyone was sorted until evening. For some reason, even if this did make any sense (which it didn’t), to Ian it seemed a little sinister, especially as it happened night after night. The torch being shone into their eyes, together with the softly spoken words of reassurance, seemed to instil a command deep in each patient’s subconscious. Especially, when all the kids, no matter at what age they really were, all started acting, talking and responding like each other. The tantrums disappeared, arguments over bedtime evaporated, simple basic toys in the play area kept even the eldest occupied, whilst the older kids, like the youngest, swiftly accepted their thick protection and the innocence to use them. # Now he was awake, heart pounding, a little breathless and with the dream still emblazoned in his mind Ian began to wonder about his time in hospital. As he lay there he had, like every morning when he was in that ward, woke up in a soggy nappy. Now he vaguely remembered the light shining in his face (not only in his dream but when he was an actual patient) but had been too sleepy and docile to respond. But the sudden brightness, then being plunged into sudden darkness meant something, if only he could remember what was said. As he pondered the dream/recollection he realised the effect of the torchlight was not unlike the way the dappled sun had affected his eyes the morning before when he’d suddenly wet himself. However, he dismissed that idea as being stupid, he was out in sunshine all the time and wasn’t forever soaking his nappy as a result… well at least he didn’t think that was the cause. For some reason he wondered if this dream had exposed something he’d not pondered about for many years, although why it should suddenly have sprung into his night time subconscious he had no idea. He was half excited by some possible discovery and another part of him thought it was only a dream and he was grasping for meaning when there wasn’t any. After all, he was only three at the time so would have no real awareness of what was going on. As he sat in the back garden, enjoying the strong afternoon’s hot rays he let his mind drift and began to try and piece together bits from his early life in hospital. # First he asked his mother if she remembered his time in there. “Of course darling, we were very worried because you had a problem with your ‘waterworks’… your kidneys.” She indicated a line below the belt and had a slight but reassuring smile as she gazed at her eldest. “Why do you ask?” He took a deep breath. “Well last night I dreamed I was back there and although I remember very little about it, I wondered if that was when I started to wet myself?” “No sweetheart. You were in there because you couldn’t control your bladder. They diagnosed you with an infected kidney and it took quite some time, tests and eventually an operation to sort out the problem.” “But I wonder is that why I still wet so much?” It was a question he’d asked many times and always got the same answer. His mother sighed. “After the operation the doctors gave you a complete clean bill of health free from any problems.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Alas, even though they said you were cured, the wetting continued and even after many tests they couldn’t figure out what the problem was but, they were sure it wasn’t your kidneys” # None of this was news to Ian. He’d had this explained to him time after time and he knew the story from his mum never changed. However, the dream had forced some thoughts to the surface and he needed answers, even if he already knew them. “Mmmm, mum…” He thought about his question before he asked it. “Was the hospital a good hospital?” He saw her look quizzically at him. “I mean, er, did they look after the kids properly, er, were you and dad happy with my, er, care?” “What kind of dream did you have sweetie?” The look of concern was underlined as she gently brushed hair from his eyes. “Just a confusing one,” he shrugged. “I just wondered…” “No, everything seemed fine. All the kids were happy, the place was always full of happy children… even the oldest seemed happy to play with the youngest… it was such a very happy environment.” She thought for a few seconds and then reminisced a bit more. “Even the hard pressed staff seemed happy and always had time to talk to anxious parents about their children. They often said how grateful they were you were all such a well-behaved group of patients and a pleasure to look after.” She hoped this last piece of info would put his mind at rest because that was how she remembered his months in the ward… everyone seemed cheerful. However, it only added to Ian’s suspicions. He nodded to reassure her that he was OK and that her words had set his mind at rest but of course they hadn’t. # Like the day before the weather was wonderful and the late Spring warmth was most welcome. He moved his sun-lounger around a little bit to get a better position and an early start on his tan. With his shirt off and his slim pale body desperately in need of a sun-fix, his bulging shorts indicated that his daily protection was happily in place, he settled down. His head wrestled with the dream’s implications for a while until he felt his eyes slowly closing and he dozed peacefully for an hour. However, during that time the sun altered its position and a slight breeze had risen. The nappies out on the line were caught by the wind and began to flap in the retreating sunlight. Meanwhile, the shadows of those fluttering nappies now covered Ian’s face and he woke up to realise he’d just wet again. He looked down feeling the dampness of his nappy and sighed. He’d hoped to have a solution to his problem instead he’d fallen asleep and soaked his pants. He didn’t link the flapping nappies shadows and the wetness as he toddled to his room to change; to him it was just the usual inability to control his bladder. # Later, Paula was surprised and, if truth be told, quite happy to have her boyfriend back in nappies. Although she often said they didn’t matter she really did prefer to have Ian at his bulkiest. Of course her hormones were triggered the moment she recognised the tell-tale bulge. He may at times look innocent and childlike and dress in a nappy but she couldn’t wait to get him stripped down and initiate sex. Thankfully, Ian was in an equally receptive mood and felt in need of a distraction, which he was more than happy to let sex provide. Since his dream his mind had been confused to say the least so appreciated Paula’s demand for some fun in bed. Her fondling and licking his plastic pants, and moans of pleasure as each part of her naked body made contact with his slippery cushion drove them both ever on. Ian eventually slipping out of his protective glistening vinyl, easing off his damp, but not soaked, nappy and letting his horny girlfriend writhe herself to the ultimate pleasure. At the moment of orgasm she clutched the plastic pants to her cheek, smearing the damp, glossy texture across her face and inhaling deeply. The shudder of total fulfilment resonated in every part of her body as Ian nipped at her lovely pert little tits and urgently thrust for a final time as deep as he could. # As they both lay exhausted, and perhaps not using the most conventional post-coitus line of chat, Ian began to tell her about his dream and wondered if she had any ideas. He explained as much as he could but also added that it might just be a dream and therefore have no particular explanation, although he suspected it was something subconsciously nagging at him. Paula listened fascinated. She hadn’t known about him being in hospital as a child and wondered if all his problems still had something to do with his dodgy kidneys. He told her exactly what the doctors had told his parents. ‘The kidneys are now working perfectly and are in no way responsible for your son’s present incontinence’. Paula expressed the same thoughts that he and his family had, they must be wrong. However, test after test had come back negative and the real cause was unknown. # Over the years Ian just had to accept a life in nappies. He’d tried alternatives but when it came to it, there was nothing quite as efficient (but mainly as cheap) to hold his tidal flood as a few folds of thick absorbent fabric and tight fitting rubber pants. In fact, he could never remember ever being worried about having to wear them. Nappies had literally been around him his entire life and he’d never seen them as particularly babyish or an embarrassment. He had a problem and nappies were there to ease the burden so, if anything, he was grateful for them. When he thought about it, since his kidney trouble and possibly before, nappies had always meant comfort and security. Even in hospital, where all the kids had to wear them, seeing kids running around, or crawling around in some cases, their bulky bottoms encased in thick fluffy nappies and plastic pants, they all appreciated the freedom that the garment offered. Though there was a general reluctance to wear nappies when new kids arrived in the wing, pretty soon they complied and the place was filled with well-protected children full of fun and joyfulness. Meanwhile, Paula suggested he backtrack a little and see if anything he did, said or experienced might have added to his pants-wetting. Like her boyfriend, she wondered if the dream had triggered some deep-seated memory and thought it worth pursuing. After all, he had managed to stop from peeing in a nappy for a month or so… how had he accomplished that? That night, as he lay in his own darkened bedroom he began to think about how he’d managed to stop and have completely dry nights and days only a few weeks back. What had changed? ###### To be continued…

Confidence is not administered surgically. You have to find that yourself.

This is a big fantasy for me. The idea that I could choose toilet or pants without anyone knowing, even if they got inside my pants, just sounds so freeing.

I hate when I have to waste big poop in a potty and not in a diaper :-(

Daddy bought me a Unicorn Dress... Love it.

Little Shayna at the park. Full set available at http://www.4ab.me/

Leaving my rash cream up in the bathroom and I am in the basement changing when I realize I forgot the rash cream.

I second the notion against ABDL's entering Incon forums saying "enjoy your diaper", it is crude, out of place and inconsiderate. I would love to see the look on these clowns' faces if they found out that they would HAVE to wear diapers for the rest of their lives. I would wager my tiara that nothing cures medical fantasies faster than getting "yes" for an answer Also Incontinents invading threads that are clearly ABDL like how often you wear in Lifestyles, which implies you have some choice and then saying 'all the time; I have to, I'm incontinent" Those who "commandeer" a thread. as in the LG forum, a thread about taking DOLLY to bed and some had to switch it to plushies. The question was about dolls because dolls are uniquely LG. Put the plushie question in Baby Talk or Adult Kids. I did not put the Dolly, Tiara or Babydoll threads in the AK forum Threads in the wrong forum. especially scat threads or generalized threads in specific forums like "How Do You Put Your Diaper ON? " in the Incontinence: Medical forum. That should have been in the Lifestyle forum

Wife In Charge Chapter 21 'Hi Mark,' said Sue happily, as a tall, athletic looking man strode into the living area. 'Hiya babe,' he said, leaning down to kiss Sue's upturned face. 'Sorry about the beer breath, babe,' he said. 'Hi Jane,' he added, glancing over to her. 'And hiya Toots,' he said to Bobbi, ruffling her hair. 'Hey, Bobbi,' he added. 'Uncle Mark's got something for you. You ready?' 'She's feeding, Mark,' said Sue. Mark laughed. 'She can still feed,' he said. 'Can't you Toots,' he added, standing in front of Bobbi. 'Mark, come on, really,' objected Sue. ''She can have more tit later,' said Mark. 'I've had a hard day, and I want to unwinnd by making my two best girls happy. So come on Bobbi, I think you know where your surprise is. Have a look.' 'Jane's here,' protested Sue. Mark laughed again. 'She can be part of the fun, well, almost all of it,' he said, looking at Sue and unzipping his suit pants. Jane couldn't avoid seeing the massive tent in his slacks over his erection. 'Mark, I'd better go,' said Jane. She'd seen Mark in full flight once before, and she was very wary. 'Ah, we're just starting, aren't we girls?' Mark said. 'Hands on, Toots,' he commanded Bobbi, arching back slightly as he stood in front of her. Jane couldn't take her eyes from the spectacle. She saw Bobbi's small hands grasping Mark's thick, fleshy penis and tugging it from his pants. I should leave, she told herself. 'That's it, good girl,' Mark was saying, as Bobbi wrapped both his hands around the long, fat shaft. 'And in we go,' said Mark happily as Bobbi closed his eyes and slid the end of Mark's penis between his small but full lips. Jane took a deep breath. She wanted to leave, but her feet wouldn't move. She looked at Sue. Sue was staring at Bobbi as he sucked away, and with one hand was unzipping her own jeans. She seemed to have zoned out. 'Please, Mark,' she was saying. Sue had exposed her white panties, and now slid her thin fingers into them and down into her crotch. 'Please,' she repeated. Jane wasn't sure want Sue meant, but she found herself just as interested in Bobbi's actions. Mark looked at her and smiled. 'You want some, pretty Jane?' he asked. 'What?' said Jane, shocked. 'Go on,' said Sue dreamily, smiling at Jane. 'Just a bit. It's very nice.' Jane felt a little dizzy. She was a good girl, while Sue had always hung out with the cool crowd. So this is what they did. 'Come on, pretty little Jane,' said Mark, turning to her. 'Hands and knees. Down you get, pretty Jane.' 'Go on,' said Sue. nodding at her. Sue, relieved of Bobbi leaning on her, was stretched back on the sofa. Her legs were splayed in front of her. One hand was fingering her crotch and the other was massaging her breasts, both of which she'd now freed from the nursing bra. She looked completely relaxed. ''Come on, little wet Jane,' said Mark gently. Jolted, Jane looked down at her crotch. She cold feel what was happening there but she didn't realise it showed. 'Gotcha!' Mark laughed as he saw Jane's anxious investigation. 'But I bet you are wet.' Jane laughed nervously and looked at Mark. 'Hey!' said Mark severely. 'Hands and knees, OK? Naughty girl!' Jane felt flustered. She was wet, and she felt increasingly excited. SHe couldn't take her eyes off Mark's fat penis, and she was feeling jealous of Bobbi. Ridiculous, she told herself, but found herself dropping to her hands and knees anyway. 'Good girl,' said Mark, and Jane felt idiotically pleased to be praised. 'She is a good girl, ain't she?' Mark said, turning to Sue. Sue came out of her trance. 'Oh yes, Janey's a very good girl,' she agreed. Jane felt even stranger. She knew this was weird, but both Mark and Sue thought she was doing well. She wanted some of that cock. She took one coordinated step forward and felt the wetess between her legs. 'Good girl, Jane!' said Mark enthusiastically. 'Now, Bobbi, you'll have to share. There are two more young ladies in line.' Gently, Mark took his penis from Bobbi's lips. Bobbi looked at Jane with a strange expression, then began quietly crying. 'You'll survive,' said Mark, and turned to Jane. He was holding his penis out towards her. Jane could see it was slippery with Bobbi's salive. It filled her vision and it was all she wanted. She crawled two more steps forward, and sat up like a dog begging and opened her mouth. She closed her eyes and simultaneously closed her mouth arounnd the thcik ennd of Mark's fat, wet, stiff cock. Oh God, she thought. Oh God, if the nuns could see me now. She had to slurp to catch a drool of her saliva.. She heard Mark's laugh. 'A bit wet at both ends, are you Jane?' he asked. Jane could only nod as she looked up into Mark's grinning face. 'Help her with her pants, would you Sue?' Mark asked in a conversational tone. Without answering, Sue got up and kneeling next to the busy Jane, did her best to remove her friend's jeans. With Jane stripped to her panties, bra and blouse, Sue dropped her own jeans and went back to the sofa, where she lay fingering herself again and watching the proceedings. 'I think it's time little Jane kissed Sue and got her ready for Uncle Mark,' he said after a few minutes of the odd little tableau. Jane didn't want to stop. 'Whoa, baby!' Mark said suddenly, as Jane increased the intensity of her attentions. 'Ahh,' he said as she took almost all of his shaft into her mouth and applied maximum suction. 'Baby, baby!' he said, as he came explosively. Mark pulled back, and his still erect penis sprang from Jane's mouth, festooning her face with the last products of his climax. 'Whoops!' Sue said, grinning and getting up from the couch. Jane was exhausted. She knelt with her eyes closed in the middle of the room, breathing hard, with drool and semen running down her chin. Then she felt Sue kissing her hard on the mouth and pulling her panties off. Sue half dragged her to the couch and pulled Jane on top of her. Jane felt Sue's powerful arms pushing her downwards, and realised Sue had taken her pants off too. Jane felt her wet vulve sliding over Sue's leg and Sue clamped her thighs around Jane's head. Jane took another deep breath, and let her face bury itself in the sweet, wet, crotch of her friend. 'Mommy!' came a wail from Bobbi. To be continued.