dlover49

I turned 60 a few years ago.

I have found a lady who likes the idea of diapering me and putting me in a straitjacket.

Actually, Mrs. Claus left Santa because he only comes once a year!

I woke to intense pain. Both thighs had cramped up from my unaccustomed exercise. Since I still had my mouth plate in, all I could do was grunt as loudly as possible. If I had not been secured to my hospital bed, I probably could have levitated in the air from the pain! Luckily, Denise heard me and soon deduce what had happened. She undid my legs from the bed and stood me up. I tried to hobble around to stretch the muscles, but the pain made it impossible. Denise started massaging my legs through the stockings and soon they relaxed and I was put back into bed. "Sharon warned me this might happen. This is why you are wearing stockings, maybe we need to get hose with more compression!" I hoped not, my legs felt as if they had been stuffed into sausage casings already. Another problem was now obvious. Somehow the pain in my legs had caused me to relax my bowels and my diaper was dirty as well as wet. This was the first time that I had messed my diaper without Denise causing it. I wept in shame, although Denise thought it was due to the pain I had endured. She assured me that this did not make any difference in our relationship as she would "gladly clean her precious hubby after his poopies". She cleaned me and then led me to the shower to clean my bottom half. Soon I was ready to be diapered again. She favored me with a quick blowjob for "being such a cute boy". Later that evening I was enjoying my one hour free from the bite plate. Denise fed me a hamburger with all the fixings and some fries. She acted as if it were a reward for messing in my diaper. I guess if I got a reward it was not that bad. She took this time to inform me that she intended to take away all my control "because I love you so much and want to be your caretaker forever. That way you will be mine always!" I shuddered and replied "but you already have me helpless and wetting my diaper, what more does this do?" "Your desires are immaterial. I will never hurt you, but my word is law. I will decide what and when you eat, have your diapers changed, and when you will have sexual relations. Get used to it. I have control of the legal and medical decisions in your life and I love it! In fact, look and see how wet my panties are! I have needed to wear pads all the time because the thought of you under my thumb makes me horny and wet! So kiss me now!" She took advantage of my mouth being free for one hour. Then she climbed on top and we both came from the stimulation. She pulled up my diaper and replaced my mouth guard before we both slept.

I was rediapered for the night as Denise confirmed that this was to be my nighttime attire for the foreseeable future. I had often thought about married life with Denise, but I had never anticipated being helpless in her care. Here I was diapered and somehow losing control of my bladder as my upper body including my mouth was immobilized. She had promised and kept it about keeping me satisfied sexually. I woke in the middle of the night to Denise undoing my diaper and cleaning me. "You were on the verge of leaking. Good thing these hospital beds are waterproof, but a wet sheet would be uncomfortable. I wnt you to have the best care possible because I love you so much." With that, she taped a clean diaper on me. As was getting to be an unwanted habit, I had wet myself while sleeping. I was torn between feeling love for my new wife/caretaker and fear that I was needing diapers 24/7. Denise laid down next to my helpless body. She caressed me and whispered sweet nothings in my ear as I fell asleep again. The next morning my sweetheart announced that it was time for me to start rehabbing my legs. She wheeled me to the exercise room and introduced me to Sharon who was to be my physical therapist. Sharon was a pretty brunette who looked to be about 40 years old. My diapered cock rose at the sight of her in a white leotard and tights. Denise and Sharon helped me out of the wheelchair. I had taken some steps recently, usually as Denise sat me on the toilet every morning for my daily bowel movement. I was still wearing a gown and the hated white compression hosiery on my legs to the thighs. Denise removed my gown as Sharon remarked that she had not seen such a brace before. Denise replied that the surgeon had admitted that my injury was rather unique and everyone was taking it slowly in order to give me the best chance of regaining strength in my upper body. "But for now he is just a diaper using child who needs close care. Notice he is silenced by the bite plate attaché to his neck brace. His brace is custom-made and the orthopedist who made it is writing a paper for a professional journal, accompanied by photos. His diapers are sometimes evident in the pictures so we are not showing his face for now. I have brought a garter belt for his stockings so they will stay up during his exercise. Here are his running shoes which he has not been able to use since his accident." With that, Denise and Sharon proceed to wrap the garter belt around my waist and attached the stocking to the six garters dangling from the belt. This took some time as the ladies claimed that adjustments were necessary, giving them the green light to smooth out my hosiery and adjust the lengths of the garters. My favorite running shoes were then tied and I was led to a treadmill. There were what appeared to be straps from the overhead hanging down. I was secured with my upper body unable to move, but still not uncomfortable. The treadmill was turned on and I started at a fast walk. Sharon offered "We will start him out easy enough, but soon he will be jogging and maybe later running. At least his legs will be toned." She took a deep breath and next said "Denise, he looks so sexy dressed like that. I love the way his legs look in those surgical stockings." with that, she ran her hands up and down my legs. This caused my penis to harden with the tenting of my diaper being the cause of amusement for the girls. Denise added "Yes, perhaps all men should be diapered for their own good. It would keep them out of trouble. You should see the pleasure he gets from sucking mothers milk from our friend Darla's tits. It usually gives him a hardon just like he has now!" Since I had not been exercising since my accident, it only took 15 minutes to wear me out. But I had to walk briskly for another 10 minutes. Sharon remarked that many of her patients had referred to her as their "physical terrorist" a reputation she welcomed and cherished. "Especially sexy young men like you" she informed me." Denise eventually wheeled me back to my room and put me to bed. A nap was welcome as I was exhausted. Needless to say, I wet myself before I fell asleep. At least I knew my lover would take care of me as long as I needed.

Actually, the ones who end up taking the hit on fraudulent use is usually the business who sells the product. I own a business that accepts CC's and get chargebacks several times a month.

I was rolled back to our suite pushed by my new wife. I certainly loved Denise, but I would have preferred to make my own decisions. But since I had my mouthpiece in, it was impossible for me to disagree. I was stuck in this situation for at least six more months, so I had realized I needed to get used to it. But I was already losing control of my bladder, it seemed. I was wet upon waking more often than not, and even during the day I had a tendency to release without conscious effort on my part. How difficult was it going to be to regain my continence when I finally healed? Denise had hinted that she would be keeping me diapered even after I was out of this damned brace. The ladies had developed the habit of speaking about me as if I were not in the room. Just because I had lost the power of speech did not mean that I was suddenly a non-entity. Darla spoke to Denise "I can't give him any more milk, I need it for the baby. But let's watch him drool over his milk source!" She proceeded to remove her blouse and open the flaps on her nursing bra, and I saw a few small drops around her nipples. I could not help it and got hard. Darla felt my prick and laughed "Denise, you will have a great time tonight with him!. Darla stuffed her milkers back in their holder and left. My stepsister Susan had news for us. "I was not going to tell either one of you this, but the time is right. Jim, your grandfather set up a trust fund for you. It would only be available to you in the event you are married and 25 years old. Since you turned 25 recently and now are married, as executor it is my pleasure to inform both of you that it spins off enough monthly income for you to live comfortably, but not extravagantly. I must approve all your large purchases for the next two years. I can continue to watch and manage your money if you desire, or you may hire someone else. It is up to Denise, since she has your temporary power of attorney." We were shocked. We had worried about support and whether Denise should go back to school eventually. Now we had time to consider all the options. Denise kissed Susan and thanked her. "That is one wedding gift I never expected. But we would like you to continue your oversight, at lest for now. Now how about some champagne to celebrate even more than we expected!" Susan opened the magnum and poured two glasses and poured some in a baby bottle for me. I could still suck, but not drink from a glass. Denise exclaimed, "How cute! Let me hold it for my new hubby! To our happiness!" Susan added "I have tried to keep an eye on him from afar, now it is your turn. He was an idiot to try to break up with you for that tramp Naomi. I am glad that it worked out for the best. "He used to 'borrow' my underthings when he was a teenager. So I thought I would give him a show today". With this, she took off her suit jacket and started unbuttoning her silk blouse. My head pointed at her so I had to look. I really wanted to see my bride, but they had planned it differently. Soon her breasts were spilling out of her demi-bra as she unhooked her skirt and removed it also. she wore black stockings and a garter belt, her panties were over the garter belt so she could remove them easily. She directed Denise to put me back in the bed and secure me as usual. Then Denise knelt down and lapped at her wet pussy. Susan added "Welcome to the family, new sister! I know Jim likes to watch this so let's give him a show!" And they did. Susan had to leave to get back to her work on the coast, but she draped her wet panties over my face so I could breathe her aroma. As soon as we were alone, my new wife said "Wow! Now our money woes are gone, at least for the near future. And your sister's pussy is delicious. I like women too much to give them up, but you are the only man I ever will want." With that, she unpinned my now wet diaper and climbed on top. I shot off rather quickly due to the eye teasing. She came also and promised me "There's a lot more where that came from!"

Denise rolled me back to our suite. She sensed my embarrassment and tried to comfort me. "It will be OK. By the time you are finished with your care, others will see your status. Or perhaps I will just blindfold you and you won't be able to see anyone else next time. Would you like that?" Two grunts for "no". "Then I don't ant to hear any more complaints. Oops, I forgot, you wont be able to complain. Isn't that just too bad." It was obvious from the tone of her voice that she was being facetious. The rest of the day passed quietly. Denise had me suck on several bottles including two of cranberry juice "to help keep your bladder working." It was already working fine, it seemed as if I had to pee every thirty minutes or so. I was unable to ask for a trip to the toilet, so I just let loose in my diaper. It was getting easier to do it all the time. Denise remarked as I was changed "my little boy sis wetting more and more. By the time you are healed, you will be my long-term patient in diapers. Perhaps I will potty train you. Or maybe not. I get wet changing you and even knowing that you are under my care is a turn-on I never expected. So I may just keep you diapered for convenience. I am getting used to changing your poopy dipes also, so you need to obey me for a trip to the toilet. Of course, you don't get much chance to misbehave trussed up as you are, right?" I had to grunt an agreement. It could be worse, I thought. At least my erections were taken care of. It wupu be impossible for me to masturbate in this condition. I was dependent on her for almost everything, from my nourishment to managing my eliminations. I began to consider myself lucky that my lover was also my caretaker. I went to the orthopedic clinic weekly. My brace was removed and I was washed and tests were done. Several weeks later my left arm was improved enough so that I had use below the elbow. This allowed me to operate a computer keyboard with one hand and also the cable box. So my boredom was less. But my mouthpiece was still in place 23/7, allowing me one hour to talk, eat a meal and have my teeth cleaned. One morning Denise was excited. She informed me that we were to be married that day. My sister was arriving from the coast and Darla was meeting us here. We were to be married by the hospital chaplain in a ceremony at the chapel. Soon my sister Susan arrive, dressed as usual in a business suit with a knee length skirt and heels. She kissed me and told me that she would be my best woman as my closest relative. Denise wore a knee length white dress she had acquired for this day. Soon Darla arrived also dressed up. I was wheeled to the chapel where we were joined by Rev. Sylvia who cooed over my status. She was aware of my loss of speech. When it got to the point where I was asked if I took Denise to be my wife, I answered with one grunt in the affirmative. "I now pronounce you wife and husband." Denise slid the ring on my left ring finger and allowed me to do the same for her. I was unable to sign the certificate as my right arm was still immobilized, so Susan signed as my guardian. She informed me that now I was under Denise's authority. Somehow this comforted me. Denise asked if I were wet, she looked and said "He wet himself during the ceremony! I guess he likes his diapers!" The ladies laughed. I was not amused but unable to protest.

One morning Doris came to our suite. "It's time for you to start earning your keep!" What the hell did she mean by that? I was immobile above the waist and unable to speak. How could I earn anything? Doris and Denise rolled me into a classroom/laboratory setting. There were about twelve students in the class, apparently it was the class Doris taught. All the students were female. Denise informed me that this was the Nursing Procedures class. Since Doris was known among students to favor women, the guys in school tended to take the class from another instructor. Denise rolled me to the front of the class as Doris introduced me. "This is Jim. He suffered a serious accident recently and his shoulders are useless for quite some time. Next to me is his caretaker and fiancée Denise whom some of you may remember from last semester. While he is ambulatory, without use of his arms his balance is compromised. So he must be attended to when walking. His neck was also injured so it is immobilized also by the brace. Notice the wires coming out from the sides of his mouth. He is wearing a fitted orthodontic device over his lower teeth to keep his jaw from moving. excessively. We let him out of the jaw plate for an hour so he can have one solid meal and have his teeth cleaned. The surgeon is reluctant to operate any more so he will be in this getup for at least nine months. Denise, let's stand him up." With that, Denise unstrapped my wheelchair restraints and each took an arm to lift me up. I was wearing the same hospital gown as before. One of the students asked "What are those stockings for?" Doris lifted my gown to show that the anti-embolism stockings reached my thighs. "He spends much of his time in bed so we need to worry about blood clots in the legs. These can be serious." She continued lifting my gown to uncover my diaper. "His bladder is also affected to a certain extent. He had had some accidents and someone is not always available to take him to the toilet at short notice. With his mouthpiece, he is limited in communication skills anyway." She chuckled at the last statement. Denise had rolled in a hospital bed and they led me to it and I was put on my back. "Notice how he is like a turtle on his back! Maybe all men should be treated like this!" Doris had Denise give me liquid through a straw. "He can still suck but not chew. This way we can assure that he is hydrated as some of his meds have a diuretic effect. Who wants to check him and change if needed?" I felt so embarrassed. Here I was in front of a dozen young ladies and unable to even speak. More to the point, Doris talked about me as of I were just another lab specimen. I could have been a Guinea Pig for all her tone implied. Another student asked "what about his bowel movements?" Denise answered "usually I take him to the toilet in the morning. I have to wipe him, however. Sometimes he gets stubborn and I have to give him a laxative. I only had to do that twice before he stopped complaining. Of course, he can't complain now can he?" She giggled. One by one the student nurses came to the bed to observe closer. Doris chose Sally, a cute redhead to change me as the others looked on. "First, check to see if he is wet enough to change. these disposables can last about two wettings before leaking. Put your fingers up his leg gathers. If it is wet there, he is probably ready. Is he wet?" Sally nodded affirmatively. "Next untape the diaper. He can lift himself enough to help. Some patients need to be rolled to their side to do this. Now use the wipes to clean him. diaper rash is no fun, especially when the patient cannot scratch. " Next I was rolled onto my back and cleaned back there. "Make sure he is clean around his anus. Then place the new diaper where he can be rolled back onto it. Then powder him and tape it back up. See how easy it is!" Sally exclaimed "just like a baby! But bigger and his willie stands up like a big boy!" I felt face getting redder and redder. The class clapped at the conclusion. I was left in front of the class as Doris lectured. I need to wet. I released in the diaper knowing a change would come soon. The class was almost over and Doris checked my diaper and offered the class another chance at my diaper. A student named Cara accepted and performed the same process. She talked as I was changed, mainly about how she wished she could put her unfaithful husband in diapers to stop his hijinks. Doris sympathized and stated that maybe all men need to have their genitals monitored. Darla was also in the class. Doris invited her up to complete my humiliation. I was breastfed in front of the whole class and Denise rubbed me to a climax as I drank mother's milk straight from the source. Denise said "it hasn't seemed to affect his horniness. I get him off at lest twice a day. That is how to keep him interested. Soon we will be married. I have power of attorney already so I will decide when. I love having a cock and a set of balls to play with any time I want!" The class clapped for her.

One of the few benefits of my situation was that I did not have to wake to go to the bathroom during the night. I was getting used to waking and using my diaper. Not having to walk around helped me sleep soundly. As a matter of fact, it seemed as if I was wetting in the night while only semi-awake. Darla woke me in the morning and I saw a vision of loveliness in front of my face. It was Darla's breast which had droplets of milk leaking from the nipple. She sighed as my mouth began to suction the mother's milk from her left tit. Soon it was time to change sides and I gladly emptied that one also. She re-adjusted her nursing bra and kissed my cheek. "Let's see how our sweetie is this morning!" Denise came into the room moaning. She was obviously hung over from our celebration the night before. Darla offered her some aspirin and had her drink two glasses of water. Denise groaned and said to the room "don't ever let me drink so much in the future. I almost overflowed my pad I was wearing. And please be quiet for a while" I wanted to say it was not my fault, restrained as I was. I realized that no response was necessary. Darla fixed us both breakfast. After she fed me, she dressed and announced that she had to go home as her husband and baby were returning later that day. She did offer to come by at lunch time so I could empty her titties between her classes. Denise smiled and quietly thanked her. The rest of Sunday went quietly. Denise changed me as needed and she started feeling better as the day went on. She informed me that I had an appointment in the morning with my surgeon to monitor my progress. Denise rubbed me off in the diaper before my bedtime. No doubt she would feel better the next day. True to my expectations, Denise was her bubbly self in the morning. She changed me and wheeled me to another part of the clinic. I was taken for X-rays and MRI tests. My brace was taken off and I was cleaned, my armpits and upper body were shaved again. Soon I was secured back in my exo-skeleton (as Denise was beginning to refer to it) and wheeled to Dr. Mar's office. DR. Mary spoke. "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that no more surgeries will be needed at this time. Myself and the other orthopedic surgeons have determined that surgery is contra-indicated at this time. However, we will need to change your brace somewhat. To ensure your healing, we will need to keep you braced for quite some time. We hope it will only be nine or ten months, but it could take over a year. You are fortunate that Denise is taking care of you, she is doing a great job! We modify your brace today in the brace shop across the way. Any questions?" I had one. "I am worried about having to wear diapers 24/7. Sometimes, especially at night, I seem to be losing control. Is there something that can be done?" Dr. Mary had s sympathetic look on her face. "I am so sorry. Your injury may have affected your bladder control. The only other option is a catheter which can cause infections not to mention it would be painful for an erection. Denise has told me that she has been satisfying you as needed. We can install a Foley catheter which will cause you to drip constantly. But I highly recommend the diapers. that seems more fun for both of you!" she closed with a smile. Denise next pushed me to the brace shop. The cute tech attached some hardware to the uprights on both sides of my head. "Open wide" I was told. She slipped what seemed to be a dental retainer over my bottom teeth making sure my tongue was above it. Something was done at the sides and my mouth was secure. "What has happened is that you jaw is misaligned and we need to keep it motionless. Otherwise, major dental work would probably be needed. Denise will release it for an hour each day so you can have a meal and be cleaned. Otherwise, you can suck nutrition from a nipple on a bottle. And by the way, you won't be able to talk when it is in." My mind reeled. It was getting worse rather than better. One silver lining came to mind. Darla's magnificent tits apparently would be one of my sources of nutrition. Denise was talkative as we returned to out suite. She whispered in my ear "Lover, for some reason this makes me hot. I love having you under my care. You can answer yes or no. One grunt for yes and two for no. Do you understand?" "Uhh". Great. I was wondering what could be worse. My power of speech was now taken from me. And my diaper was wet. I had released from the shock when I was gagged. Denise felt my diaper and chuckled. "Looks as if my little boy needs his diapers!. She cleaned and changed me after masturbating me. She next rubbed herself off and put her fingers under my nose to smell. I now was totally at her mercy! And furthermore, would I lose control of my water and be dependent on diapers?

I heard my caretakers chuckling in the front of the van. Darla mentioned that Maria had volunteered to babysit. Soon we were back at the rehab center. I was again put in the lift to lower me and Darla rolled me back to the room. It was obvious that Denise had consumed most of out two bottles of wine since she was giggly and kept asking me if I needed a change yet. Since I had been changed at the restaurant, I was still dry. I thought. Darla checked my diaper and pronounced me damp but not in danger of leaking. I did not remember wetting my diaper! Neither lady seemed as concerned as I was. Soon I was returned to my bed and the gown was taken off. That left me in my plastic pants, diaper and white anti-embolism stockings. Denise ran her hands up and down my legs saying how sexy the stockings made my legs. Darla next unzipped Denise's dress in the back and drew it down her body. She made sure it was in my line of vision. I gasped as my lover's hot bod was revealed. She wore a black push-up bra which presented her tits for admiration. She wore sheer to the waist black pantyhose. She touched her crotch and exclaimed "seeing you so helpless turns me on. My pad is soaked through. Maybe I need diapers too!" She laughed drunkenly. Darla next stood in my sight and unbuttoned her tight nurse's uniform. She was dressed in all white underneath. She related "I bought this before I was pregnant. I have lost most of my baby weight but still need some help. Do you like my girdle?" She had a long leg panty girdle on with shiny support hose underneath. Also she wore what appeared to be a long-line nursing bra. "Yes, this is a nursing bra. I ordered it online for occasions such as this. Do you like it?" It was obvious from the tent in my diaper I did. Meanwhile, Denise was caressing Darla's smooth underwear. Darla informed us "this girdle holds me in very well, but going to the bathroom is difficult. So I am wearing one of my pullups from pregnancy. Notice how the girdle hides it well. Darla freed me from my bed and laid me on the couch. She proceeded to put my head in her lap and open her bra allowing me to see the droplets of milk around her nipples. She motioned Denise to lay the other way so each of us sucked on a breast. Darla rubbed me through the diaper but never to a climax. She also rubbed Denise who came soon. I was told to be patient. Not that I had a choice. I was returned to the bed and Darla removed Denise's sexy bra. Next she tore a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose and removed Denise's pad which was quite wet. It was put under my nose for a sniff. It smelled wonderful, just like Denise's pussy when I ate her out. She helped a tipsy Denise climb on top of me. Denise put her tits in front of my mouth and I sucked them also. "When we are married, I want several kids and you can suck me all the time!" She bounced up and down on my dick as we both climaxed violently. Darla helped her off and cleaned and pulled my diaper back up. Darla kissed me deeply as she went to take care of my fiancée. Denise was snoring in bed as Darla returned and stood in my vision. She proceeded to strip down, first removing her girdle. Watching her wriggle was fun. Next she rolled down her hosiery showing me her wet pull-up. She wiped herself in front of me and put on one of my diapers for the night. Then she unclipped her bra and drew it off. She next put on another short bra. "I can't go without support anymore, even at night." Naturally, my eyes were riveted to her milkers. "Be a good boy and you will get a nice morning feeding." I could hardly wait.

Sorry for the short update, was interrupted by real life. The two nurses obviously had planned something. So they left me helpless on the bed with an enormous erection. I was getting turned on by being breastfed! Could things get any weirder? I heard Denise and Darla giggling in the other room. It looked as if they would be having fun tonight. I could only hope that I would enjoy it also. I was becoming used to having my upper body motionless and helpless, but I was still embarrassed by having to wear diapers 24/7. I also was aware that I had wet my diaper. apparently while suckling Darla's breasts. What could be more embarrassing? Soon Darla reappeared and my eyes bugged out. She was wearing a nurse's outfit from the 1970's. It was starched white and tight over her luscious tits and ass. She wore white shiny hosiery and 3" white heels. Her makeup was minimal but severe and her dark hair was in a bun. "This is my graduation outfit. It is the tradition at our school to wear this for our ceremony. I had to postpone a semester for maternity. I will be taking care of you tonight so you and Denise can celebrate your engagement appropriately. First I will change your diaper so you don't embarrass us in public." In public? It was bad enough in a medical setting but in a public place? I could only hope I did not see anyone I knew, it would be so embarrassing. Darla cleaned and changed me into double diapers after slitting the first in the center. Next she snapped on plastic pants "so you don't leak". Next were the white long anti-embolism stockings up to my thighs. She had played with my butthole during my change and I might have felt something enter. Soon Denise entered. She was lovely, with a tight medium blue dress which emphasized her sexy body. Black nylons and heels completed her outfit. My confined penis tried to grow at the sight of her. She was so lovely I was speechless. Denise asked me "You like it? It goes well with my new ring, don't you think?" I had to compliment her for her grace. Darla produced a hospital gown. They stood me up, making sure I was steady as my balance was off because of the brace. They dropped the gown over my head and sat me in a wheelchair. They pulled an X-shaped restraint over my shoulders and attached it to the seat of the chair. My legs were placed on the leg rests and strapped in. I came to the conclusion that I was to be exhibited in public wearing only a gown, surgical support stockings and diapers. Darla wheeled me outside to the side door to a van. It was handicap equipped and had a wheelchair lift onto which I was rolled. Darla activated the lift and Denis rolled me off in the van. My chair was secured in position as Darla drove off with Denise in the passenger seat and me in the back. They refuse to answer my questions as we drove about 45 minutes. She pulled the van into a parking lot and parked in a handicapped spot. I was taken off in the chair as I saw where we were. It was a nice Italian restaurant where Denise and I had eaten when we were dating. Denise walked ahead of us as I admired her. she opened the door as Darla wheeled me inside. the hostess greeted us. Her name was Maria and we had visited with her before. She expressed her surprise at my condition as Denise told my story. At least, the story she wanted known. She showed Maria her engagement ring causing the usual female shrieks of appreciation. Maria showed us to the table. Maria removed a chair to enable Darla to put me at the table. Since my neck was braced motionless, Denise sat across from me. My field of vision was limited to her lovely upper body and face. I smiled at my beloved. Denise spoke first. "Should we let him order for himself, or should we order for him? I see the special tonight is liver and onions." I hated liver and Denise knew it. Surprisingly Darla came to my defense. "He was a good boy as I changed him. Since it is a special occasion, let him get his choice." Darla sat nest to me and held up the menu so I could read it. I had always liked their lasagna and that was what I ordered. The ladies ordered and it was decided that I could safely have some wine and Denise ordered bottle of nice red. My head was clamped and Darla had to lift a glass to my lips as she kept me well hydrated. AS we waited for our food, I felt my bladder alert me to a needed event. Should I ask for a bathroom trip? Darla saw me squirming and whispered in my ear "that is why you have diapers on. I almost brought a bottle for you. Be a good boy and use your protection and we will reward you later." I had to relax and let loose. It was getting easier all the time. Our food came and my portion looked huge! Darla let me sip wine as she fed me and ate herself. Denise grinned as she slipped her pumps off her feet and ran her stocking feet over my lower body. Luckily there was a tablecloth hiding it. She teased my legs and eventually put her foot on the crotch of my plastic pants and rubbed. There was just enough pressure to erect me but not to climax. Denise mouthed at me "later". Maria the hostess came to check up on us. After the usual "is everything OK?" it progressed to questions on her part. Darla pulled up my gown and revealed my diapered crotch as Maria laughed and offered the family restroom "just in case". Darla smiled and said I had several more wettings before I leaked. I was hugely embarrassed to have my condition shared with someone I had known before. Maria smiled and patted my crotch as she walked away. Denise had ordered a special cake for our celebration. Although I felt stuffed, Darla held forkfuls of the delicious cake to my mouth. She had ordered another bottle of wine which she and I shared. Darla had not had any wine as she was driving, but she poured herself a glass as Denise toasted our betrothal. "Here is to you, my love. I promise to take care of you and love you no matter what should come to pass!" I struggled to reply. "I can only offer you my love and apologize for my behavior." "Damn right. The only release you attain will be controlled by me. Under stand?" I couldn't nod, so I had to murmer my agreement. Soon I had another issue. Whatever Darla had slipped up my butt was in dire need of expulsion. I tried to hold back, but as the waitress took the credit card she kissed my cheek and heard me drop a large load in my diaper. "Wow, he really does need care, doesn't he?" She chuckled as she took the card to swipe. She brought the receipt and three mints. She watched, amused as Darla unwrapped a mint and place it on my tongue. Denise informed her that my neck injury had made my eliminations unpredictable. Darla warned me to be quiet as tears of shame leaked down my cheek. Darla wheeled me to the family toilet as Denise used the ladies room. Darla had undone my plastic pants and started to clean me when there was a tap on the door and Maria entered. "I thought you were kidding. What a messy boy!" She grabbed some wipes and started to help clean me. I could not even turn my head away, immobile as it was. When most of the filth was cleaned, Maria's touch caused an embarrassing erection. "Well, I am glad to see something works right down there!" Could I be more humiliated? Soon I was cleaned and rediapered. Darla rolled me out and Denise joined us. I was put back into the van for the trip back to the center. Despite all the embarrassment, I was semi-erect in my diaper. This I could not explain.

Denise comforted me. "Did my little boy like his titty milk? Darla left a bottle for you to enjoy fro lunch. She will be back later and if you behave, you can have some more delicious milk!" With that, she held a bottle to my lips. By now, I had realized, my existence would be much more pleasant if I obeyed. Not that I had much choice, restrained as I was. My upper body was immobile as was my neck. Denise had whispered to me the possible punishments I might suffer if I misbehaved. They included forced pooping in my diapers (which I had grown to hate), itching powder in my diapers, and planned diaper rash. But the most frightening of all was the threat of sexual favors being withheld. Something in my meds was making me horny and the thought of being unable to take care of my own needs left me dependent upon my caretakers. So I did my best to be cheerful. Denise's phone rang. "Hi Darla! How are you? I certainly had fun last night, I hope you did too. Our patient enjoyed his bottle. I hadn't made any plans. Oh yeah? I like it!" With that, she walked to the other room and continued talking. I heard the occasional chuckle from her and once or twice outright guffaws. She walked back into my room and I heard I love it" The phone was held to my ear and I was told to say hello to Nurse Darla. After I did, she said to me "Having you suckle me turns me on. We will have an evening to remember tonight!" Denise refused to answer any of my questions, saying I would find out soon enough. She proceeded to address my hygiene needs. She shaved me and brushed my teeth. I was led to the shower stall and cleaned below my brace. She paid extra attention to my diaper area and my butthole, declaring me now "squeaky clean". I was taken back to the bed and left there. I heard Denise shower and she appeared in a robe. I watched as she put on a show of shaving her legs and trimming her pubic hair to a small line. There was a knock at the door and Darla entered, carrying a small suitcase and several hangers of clothes. "How's my titty sucker this afternoon? We need to feed you before we prepare for our big night!" She opened her blouse and her bra as I enjoyed the snack. Soon both were empty as the two ladies grinned at each other. Denise finally clued me in on the evening. "Darla's husband and baby are out of town. So she has volunteered to help us celebrate our engagement.

The two nursing students were drinking some more wine and talking among themselves. All of a sudden, I heard both laugh and nod their heads. Darla left the room briefly to go to her car. Soon she was back. For some reason, I just knew they had more hijinks planned for me. Because my head was held immobile in my f#@&ing brace, my field of vision was limited. Darla soon approached me. She had a baby bottle full of wine which she held to my mouth as I drank thirstily. Another soon followed. Darla laughed and said that her baby would be happy to share bottles with a big boy in diapers. Both ladies thought it was hilarious, frankly I did not see the humor. But the cool white wine assuaged my thirst. Several hours later, it was my bedtime. Since both ladies were more than slightly tipsy, they both helped change my diaper. Along with the semen from Darla's manipulation earlier, the diaper was also soaked. I remembered wetting once but I must have leaked. I expressed my concern to Denise, but she reassured me, saying "that's what diapers are for." I was given my nighttime meds. Unknown to me, Denise and Darla had slipped some diuretics into my pills. I received a deep kiss from both in turn as they turned the lights down and repaired to Denise's bedroom. IN THE BEDROOM Denise felt Darla's shield and pronounced her ready for a change. Darla laid on the bed allowing Denise to clean her and tape on a diaper. They kissed as Denise rubbed her diaper making Darla squirm. Darla spoke. "My titties are filling up again. Would you like to help me?" She removed her blouse and lowered a flap of her nursing bra. "But anyone who sucks my titties needs to wear diapers. Are you thirsty?" Denise was staring at the milk filled breast and nodded as if hypnotized. Darla spread out another diaper and powdered Denise and taped it on. Then she laid back on the bed allowing Denise access to her leaking tit. Denise started sucking and moaning. Soon Darla switched her to the other side, meanwhile rubbing the front of Denise's diaper. Denise was returning the favor and both soon climaxed. Darla giggled and admitted that she had peed some while coming. "These diapers sure come in handy sometimes! My titties ache if I do not wear a bra at night. Perhaps I will feed both my hungry little babies in the morning!" Both exhausted women slept soundly. Meanwhile, I was having strange dreams. I kept seeing enormous breasts in front of my eyes. They were drooling mother's milk and my mouth watered. But every time I tried to get closer, they moved away. I woke in the middle of the night with both a wet diaper and a hard on. I realized that the most frustrating thing about my current situation was not being able to masturbate as I wished. This was worse than pooping my diapers. I was beginning to understand how much I would be depending on Denise for everything. I sobbed myself back to sleep. It was morning. Darla and Denise were spooned together in Denise's bed. Denise woke first and opened Darla's bra and started sucking her milk. Darla soon woke and stroked her cheek as she sucked. "Let's save the other side for our patient. He must be thirsty." I saw a breast in my sight. At first, I thought I was still dreaming, then I realized that it was Darla's. The nipple was pushed into my mouth and I started feeding. Darla moaned and I came to understand that breastfeeding me was turning her on. She played with my morning boner through he diaper until I climaxed again. I watched her refasten her nursing bra over my dream tit. My caretakers must have felt satisfied as they took me to the toilet for a bowel movement. I was cleaned and rediapered. Darla prepared to leave, promising to return that evening. She kissed me deeply and thanked Denise for sharing her helpless patient. Me, I just stared at Darla's hooters.

Denise wheeled me back to my room. It was early afternoon by now, and she sat with me and we talked about our plans for the future. I had agreed with her that she was the best thing for me. I was as happy as I could be in my current predicament. Soon I was asleep from the meds. I woke later. Denise was changing my wet diaper. I expressed concern over the fact that I had wet without waking. She assured me that it most likely was the medications. "But", she added "I promise to change your diapers as long as you need them, even if it takes a long time. I love you and that is all that matters." The phrase "long time" bothered me. After my small dinner which she spooned into my mouth, there was a knock at the door. Denise opened it and hugged the lady there. She re -introduced me to Darla. Darla had been in her class last year, but had taken the previous semester off to have her son. She and Denise had been close and had studied together. Darla said "I was in Doris's class this afternoon and she told me about Jim's accident. My husband and son are out of town this weekend, I did not want to spend three days with his mother, the wicked witch. So I am alone for the weekend. I stopped and got some wine so we could party a little. OK?" Denise grinned and hugged her. Denise pointed to me as if it were show-and-tell. "He is in this brace for at least six more months. He will not be able to move his right shoulder or arm and his left shoulder is not too good either. I am taking care of him and getting credit for it." She removed my upper sheet revealing my diaper with a yellow spot. Darla giggled. "I can't always get him to the toilet on short notice, so Doris suggested the diapers. In fact, he has begun wetting in his sleep. He has been sleeping very soundly due to his meds. When he is a good boy, he gets to poop in the toilet. But if he talks back or elsewise misbehaves he gets some laxative to keep him emptied out. You should have seen him last night with the colon prep for surgery. I had to change his dirty diaper five times as he totally lost control." The last was accompanied by a giggle on both their parts. Having my intimate eliminations discussed with an almost total stranger appalled me. Darla kissed me on the cheek and assured me "don't worry, nurses are used to it. Not to mention, I have been changing my five month old son's wet and dirty diaper." The ladies moved to the couch as Denise opened a bottle of white wine from the fridge. They sat back and drank. I heard them gossip about their classes, teachers and classmates. My mind wandered but heard Darla confess "during my pregnancy, I wet myself enough to need protection. The baby seemed to rest on my bladder, and I almost always felt like I needed to pee. Seldom was the case. So after a few accidents, my OB/GYN recommended briefs like Jim's. My husband wouldn't touch me below the waist anyway, so for my occasional hornies I had to take care of my self. In fact, I am still wearing a shield in my panties. Look!" With that, she giggled and lowered her pants. We could see the extra thickness in her panties. By now, she and Denise had opened the second bottle and were getting silly. Denise lowered her slacks and showed her the pad she now wore. "Having him helpless like this gets me hot. I have been lubricating and my panties were getting damp, so this takes care of it. Feel." With that, both ladies felt each others' inserts and laughed. "Maybe you need diapers yourself, Darla!" Darla brought up another problem. "Denise, I am still breast-feeding. With the baby out of town, my tits are full. I have a pump in my car, I will go get it." Denise surprised both of us. "Jim would, I'm sure, be happy to help out. You can just climb on the bed and he will empty them." I stared at her. Was what I was hearing true, or just a hallucination caused by the drugs? Before I could say anything, Denise was adjusting my bed so Darla could access my mouth. She opened her blouse revealing her milk-swollen titties. They were at least 40-D, I estimated. She lowered the flap of her overflowing nursing bra. I saw the beads of milk on her nipple as it was presented to me. Helpless as I was, I had no choice but to obey. Truth to tell, I was enjoying it. The thin milk tasted a little funny at first, but I soon got used to it. Denise rubbing my erection through the diaper helped get me excited. After some time, Darla slipped her right breast back into her bra, and presented the other tit for my pleasure. When I drained that one also, Denise adjusted her bra to a tighter setting as her tits had been emptied. She place Darla's hand on my hardon and said "Look how much he enjoys titty milk. Maybe he is a baby at heart!" Both laughed as Denise kissed me deeply as Darla masturbated me through my diaper. It only took a few minutes before I erupted. I was cheered and Darla kissed me. The two of them moved to the couch and hugged each other. Darla said "wow, that got me hot. Rub me off!" Denise was happy to do so and Darla returned the favor. It was still relatively early so Denise invited Darla to stay the night. "Great, now we can have some more wine as I will not have to worry about driving. But I do not have another pad for my panties and I often have small leaks." Denise had a solution. "You can wear one of Jim's diapers. You are close enough to wear his size." Darla nodded and opened more wine.

Part of the last post comes from my experience prepping for a colonoscopy about six months ago. Unfortunately, I live alone and had nobody to help me. Don't have to go back for 5 years. Yay! One of the many pleasure of growing older. The next morning I was taken to surgery. Denise had scrubbed up and was with me which was comforting. The next thing I knew, I was in recovery with my nurse/lover with me. I was unable to move my head but was able to make a noise. Denise gave me a sip of water. As her face came into my vision, I could see she had been crying. She told me "it turns out your shoulder was worse than we expected. The surgeon had to do a reconstruction which will take longer to heal than we thought. They also found a small crack in your C-5 vertebrae so your neck in immobilized. The wrong movement could have caused you to be a paralyzed from the neck down. Our lovemaking could have done it. I would never have been able to live with that. So, it seems you will be OK eventually, but it will take some months, maybe even a year or two. But I will take care of you always. You are my love." She kissed me as I wept also. My first visitor was the surgeon, Dr. Mary. "I am confident you will heal almost fully but it will take time. The X-rays and MRI did not show the extent of damage. There was more soft-tissue damage than I expected. So there are stitches in you ligaments and tendons there. Your injury was one of the worst I have seen in a shoulder. But your fiancée has agreed to be your caretaker. I feel certain you will get the best care available. We decided to give you a brace to hold it together rather than a cast. This way, you can be washed more often. I will check on your progress regularly." Denise held up a mirror for me. I was strapped in a brace which immobilized my right side almost to my waist and to my wrist. At least my left hand was free, but I was braced to my left elbow. Another metal and Velcro contraption held my head still. I had been so active, now as a 24 year old athlete I was helpless. How my life had change in a few short weeks. I saw Denise inject something into my IV as I slept. By the time Iwoke, Denise had regained her professional manner. My diaper was dry, so she must have changed me while I was out of it. She kissed me and held my free hand and promised that she would stick with me no matter what. This made me feel a little better. I was even more helpless than before.

Dr. Mary then gave Denise the instructions on my prep for the next day. Of course, I was not allowed anything solid to eat, only clear juices. She and Denise winked at each other. Was what was that about? Back in my room, Denise told me that solid food was to be withheld until after the surgery. I was also made to drink several glasses of nasty tasting stuff. My nurse/guardian chortled to inform me that it was the same laxative used for colonoscopies. I wondered whether she or the doctor had prescribed this for me. Helpless as I was, I had no choice but to drink it. About thirty minutes later, I felt my bowels empty in my diaper. Denise rubbed my belly to encourage the process. Another eruption caused my diaper to start leaking, and she helped me to my feet and into the shower. She stripped off my diaper and started hosing me down. All of a sudden, I felt my sphincter let loose with another watery mess. I had no way of controlling it and started to complain. Denise informed me not to worry, just do as I was told. Of course, restrained as I was I had little choice in the matter. She successfully transferred me to the toilet and I sat there for forty minutes or so as the contents of my colon flowed unimpeded by me into the toilet. She wiped my face with a warm cloth while she whispered to me "I will take care of everything. You just need to relax and let it flow. You are such a good boy." Etc. etc. The way she talked calmed me down. Soon I was rediapered and back in bed. She climbed in bed with me and held me as the last of the contents emptied in my diaper. Somewhere I had also peed, I was ashamed that I had not noticed with all the dirty water. I would have been scared and apprehensive without my nurse/lover to comfort me. Eventually I stopped pooping. She changed me and I slept heavily. There must have been a sedative in my meds.

Denise had diapered me after our lovemaking session. I was tired and just laid there and let her do the work. I woke early and felt something different. Soon it struck me. My diaper was wet and I had no recollection of waking to wet as I had been doing. This scared me and I cried softly. Denise soon came in and asked me what was wrong. "I think I wet my bed during the night. What is happening to me?" "First of all, you wet your diaper, not your bed. The doc told me this might happen. The longer someone depends on diapers, the easier it is to leak occasionally. Don't worry, nurse will take care of you." She helped me to my feet and to the toilet for my morning bowel movement. Having her wipe my butt was humiliating, but at least I didn't crap in my diaper. I still apparently had control over that. After Denise shaved me, bushed my teeth, combed my hair, etc. she loaded me into a wheelchair for my one week checkup. She wheeled me across the parking lot to the orthopedic office. After a short wait, I was wheeled into a workshop where my cast was cut off, but I was not free from restraint. An adjustable brace kept my shoulders and arms motionless as I was strapped in with Velcro. Next I was taken for X-rays and an MRI. I was let out of the brace for these, but I still was not allowed to move the injured areas. Sandbags kept me from any unwanted motion. I was strapped into the brace again and taken to the doctor's office. Denise had stayed with me, and I was glad of her support. I would have felt so alone by myself. The doctor soon entered. To my surprise, the surgeon was a lady of middle age. "Hi, I'm Doctor Mary. I did your original surgery and we see your progress. Your left upper arm had two clean breaks and is healing well. We should be able to let you use that arm in about two months. Your right side is another story, however. The damage to the shoulder is extensive, but I believe that we will be able to avoid a replacement. These are hard to do and will have to be repeated in ten to fifteen years. We will need to do more surgery and I have scheduled it for tomorrow.

I was moved to the rehab center. It had the further advantage of being near the hospital as I would be getting further medical treatments. The drive there was routine, except for Denise making me sit on an underpad in the backseat "just in case you leak." Leak? I wasn't even wet. I said so and my fiancée responded "you never know." What the hell did that mean? Doris met us at the new room. "A good friend of mine is in charge of fixtures here. I persuaded her to put an oversized bed in here so you two can snuggle. It did not take a lot of convincing." She smiled as my imagination wondered about her relationship with the director. She winked at both of us. She helped Denise get me situated, then left us alone. Denise assured me that "I will be here for you, my sweet. I almost lost you before, and I will make sure it doesn't happen again. By the time you are healed, we will be bonded for life. Now, is that so bad?" "I'm sorry I treated you badly. I didn't know how you felt. You are the only one I have now. I need you, my love. Now I realize my mistake. I will not make it again." "Damn right, big guy. You will not have the opportunity to make another mistake. From now on, I an in charge so don't forget it. Besides, I am finding that having you helpless is erotic. In fact, I am wearing a pad in my panties because I am leaking pussy juice as I stand here. I went into nursing to take care of ill people. Having my fiancé at my mercy is turning me on. We will take care of this, I promise. With this, she pulled down her pants and showed me the wetness in her crotch. At least I would be satisfied sexually in my current condition. She climbed on top of me and we both climaxed quickly. After a nap, Denise informed me that my buddies from the team were gathering for an end of the season party at a local pub. "I asked the doctor if it was OK for you to have some beers. She said it was OK., but you might lose control of your pee as one of the meds is a muscle relaxant. When I told her you were wearing 'protection' she laughed and gave her blessing. So we will be off as soon as I change and dress you." I was rediapered and dressed in shorts which showed off my white stockinged legs. AS it was summer, she dressed in front of me in a tight top showing her medium sized tits and bike style shorts. She showed me the pad she put into her panties. She wheeled me in a chair to the parking lot and drove us to the pub. My pals greeted me with concern and relief to see that I was healing. We drank several toasts to each other. Denise held the glass to my mouth as I drank. Soon she had to visit the ladies room. While she was gone, Naomi approached me. She was the one who caused me and Denise to break up. It had been hard to ignore her long blonde hair and large tits. But soon I realized that she was pretty much an airhead, only being in college for that M.R.S. degree. She kissed me deeply and began telling me how much she missed me and that we should get together after I healed. Apparently Denise was watching her and soon stepped in. "How would you like to have someone in diapers 24/7?" she asked Naomi. Denise pulled open my shorts to reveal my diapered crotch which, to my eternal shame, showed a yellow area. I thought I had only peed a little, but apparently the doc was right, and I peed more than I knew. "Maybe a big-tittied floozie like you would like to be diapered also?" Denise laughed as she quickly retreated. "You are mine and mine alone. Don't forget it." I nodded. Soon we returned to our rooms. She asked "did that silly girl turn you on?" No, I shook. "Well, I felt a hardon through your diaper. I guess we need to keep you drained so no other woman can take advantage of you helpless situation." Apparently watching another woman put the make on me had aroused her. We fucked violently.

Denise is being nice, Doris just doesn't like guys. More soon.

Since I had agreed to marry her, Denise was being very attentive and loving. Before I slept, she changed my diaper and even allowed me to sit on the toilet to move my bowels. She proceeded to brush my teeth for me, I had forgotten about that. I was freshly diapered and led back to bed and secured. She rubbed my diaper until I came in it. The view of her naked tits helped me get off. I slept well. The next morning, we were awakened by the doorbell. Doris entered by herself. Apparently Denise had given her a key. Denise made coffee for all of us, holding the cup to my lips as I drank the delicious brew. Denise had always made good coffee. Doris had some good news for us. She had arranged for room for us in a rehab facility where Denise could stay in an adjoining room. This was welcome, since both of our leases were expiring since it was the end of the school year and neither was large enough for us both for the long term. Doris suggested that Denise pack up her things today so we could move tomorrow. Denise thanked her and kissed her on the lips as she left. I was a little apprehensive about being alone in Doris's care. She grinned at me, making me worry even more. Apparently it was be nice to Jim day, since she allowed me the use of the toilet before cleaning me in the shower with the handheld nozzle. She then produced a razor and shaved me. I had never been shaved before by another person and it was strange. After a teeth brushing and my meds, I was led back to the bed without a diaper. Doris next informed me that "it is recommended that all people who are bedridden most of the time should wear anti-embolism stockings to prevent potentially dangerous blood clots. Denise has shaved your crotch, but it is starting to grow back. You don't want to endure the itching while incapable of scratching, do you?" Since this was a rhetorical question, I did not answer except to shake in a negative way. "We will instead wax your legs and diaper area. Us women know how effective it is, the only drawback being some short-term pain. So I will gag you so we do not disturb your neighbors!" She grabbed my balls and directed me to open my mouth. When a serious nurse has you by the balls, you must obey. And I did. Next she proceeded to cover my legs with the strips, soon pulling them off to my agitation. "Oh, stop being a baby. It is no worse than a large bandage being pulled off." She then rolled me over and proceeded to do the same to the backs of my legs. Finally she adjusted the bed to expose my butthole and removed the hairs there. This was the most painful. She next applied a thick cream which soothed my reddened skin. A diaper was next, followed by a pair of white stockings which were rolled up my legs. My legs did tingle a bit. Then I was fed. Denise returned several hours later and smiled when Doris informed her of my new condition. "Those stockings on his legs look sexy. I was first attracted to his legs and ass. Now they are mine." The ladies exchanged high fives. Doris told us that she had arranged for an additional stipend as I would be the demonstration dummy for her Nursing Practices class. So far, she and Denise were the only ones to see me diapered, I dreaded my secret being exposed (along with my diaper). Denise reassured me that she would be with me to protect me. I felt somewhat better.

Hope you write again soon, Botox. Your stories are among the best

Sorry about the format this time. for some strange reason, my paragraph breaks did not post.

Denise woke me later. My diaper area was sore and painful from the salve she had used on me. I was wet and dirty, the worst part being unable to move and relieve my pain. I had to make a decision. It looked as if she and Doris had planned everything needed to keep me under her thumb. Since my sister had given her power of attorney over me as I healed, it was unlikely that I would be unable to change the situation.<br /><br />I remembered meeting her abut two years ago in a campus area bar. I had noticed her before while working out at the training facility, she worked out there also. She usually wore shimmery tights and a leotard on her toned body. I caught her looking at me from the corner of her eye, but I was too shy to speak to her. One Friday night I was drinking beer at the bar with my frat buddies as she stepped up to the bar beside me. "Buy a girl a drink?" she asked seductively. I bought her a beer and we started to talk. My shyness seemed to vanish as I found her easy to talk to. She was wearing a tight top which showed off her medium size tits and designer jeans. Soon she grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor. I protested, unsure of my dancing ability. She assured me she would take care of everything and she did. What we did on the floor would be more closely described as rubbing against each other. At first I was embarrassed about my erection, then I realized that she had planned it that way. She reached down and rubbed my boner through my jeans, murmuring in my ear "I didn't think you are gay." She turned and guided my mouth to hers. We swayed to the music with our lips locked together, fondling each other. The song ended and she invited me back to her place. My buddies gave me the thumbs up as we left. Denise laughed and grabbed my hand.<br /><br />We had both walked to the club. Her apartment was about a 15 minute stroll. Halfway there I had to pee. She noticed me squirming and asked what was the problem. Somewhat ashamed of myself, I told her my issue. I had forgotten to visit the used beer facilities before we left because she had rushed me. We walked faster, but it was no use. My bladder gave way about five minutes from her place. I was mortified. This hottie I had lusted over had chosen me for at least the night, but I had disgraced myself. I was certain she wanted no more to do with someone who couldn't control his pee. I had never been more embarrassed in my life.<br /><br />She turned and looked in my eyes. "It's OK, I am a nurse. I have seen much worse than this. Let's get you cleaned up." Fortunately we saw nobody on the rest of our walk. Soon we entered her place.<br /><br />My pant legs were very soggy on the insides and dripped into my shoes and socks. Denise led me to the bathroom and helped me strip. She took a warm washcloth and cleaned my lower body, causing my hardon to return. She seemed to enjoy it. I was directed to finish peeing if needed. I had emptied myself. While I had had some minor leaks before, I had never had such a large accident before. To my surprise, Denise had not been grossed out. She kissed me and sat herself on the throne as I heard her let loose her beer residue. She stood and led me to the bedroom. We made love for several hours until we were both exhausted. Both of us slept deeply.<br /><br />In the morning she made coffee and gave me two aspirin. I was not really hung over so the memory of last night remained. A sexy lady had seen me pee my pants and was not turned off! But in the light of day, things seemed different. She looked fresh and alert as she kissed my lips. "Go take a shower and get cleaned up." I did so. As I was drying off, she informed me that she had forgotten to rinse out my pants and briefs last night. "You cannot walk home smelling like urine. Here are a pair of my running tights and some sandals to wear home. You can bring them back to me tonight and I will wash your clothes. Dress nicely as we are going out to dinner. By the way, your legs look sexy as heel in those tights. Your nice legs are what attracted me to you."<br /><br />So our relationship had started. We had made love in so very many ways. I had made no commitment to her, sidestepping her hints of a future together. Then I had seduced by the campus beauty named Naomi. She had reluctantly let me end our relationship. I had avoided any entanglements in preparation for my upcoming European tour. But that had fallen by the wayside with my injury.<br /><br />Denise proceeded to finally change my dirty, wet, and painful diaper. She rubbed a large amount of rash cream on me. That soothed my discomfort. She spread out a diaper under me and rubbed me to arousal. I realized that I had two choices. I could agree to her marriage proposal and be pampered for the near future. Or I would be subtly punished until I agreed. I gave up. She rubbed me and asked me again. "Jim, will you marry me?"<br /><br />"Yes, my dear. I made a mistake before and I want you."<br /><br />"That is great! Let me show you how much fun we will have!" She adjusted the bed so she could kneel over me and slide my erect dick into her waiting pussy. She kissed me and asked, "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I had to agree as I ejaculated what seemed like a quart of semen inside her. She grinned and said, "good thing I am on the Pill or one of those swimmers would certainly find it's goal!"<br /><br />I reflected on our former and future relationship. I now realized that she had been the aggressor all along and she enjoyed it. To tell the truth, I was learning to like it too. It was boring sitting here unable to move, so the prospect of some hot sexual activity was to be looked forward to.

After my "lunch" which consisted mainly of pasty thick oatmeal I was restrained in the bed again. A new gag was secured in my mouth, it had a hole in the middle which allowed me to breathe through my mouth if necessary, but it soon caused me to drool onto the thick bib around my neck. Denise announced she had to go out for a while. "Do you promise to be a good boy? I guess you don't have much choice, do you?" she teased. "Since you have been good, I will leave you with the clicker so you can watch sports. Or do you want me to leave it on the Oprah network for you?". I shook my head no. She soon left me alone. At least I could watch something interesting on TV. I had been watching her favorites and I knew more than I ever needed about the current crop of celebrities acting like spoiled children. About an hour later my bladder started to feel full. Denise had given me plenty of liquid and mush, I hoped she would return soon. I knew I would need to pee soon no matter how hard I tried to hold it. Denise seemed to like me using my diaper. I just hoped she would come back before I needed to use the back passage. I realized that there were things in my drink which made me pee and poop more frequently. The need to drain my bladder got worse, so I took a deep breath and tried to relax. It was hard to overcome 20+ years of toilet training, so I closed my eyes and thought of a tall, cold, beer. This enabled me to let loose and my diaper was wet and warm. It actually felt kind of nice and relaxing, being protected made it convenient. I dozed off. Denise returned, I heard the door close which woke me. She seemed excited and had something to show me. First she removed my gag and wiped my chin where I had drooled. Next she held up her hand showing me a ring on the third finger of her left hand. I was surprised and jealous. "Who is the guy? I didn't know you were seeing anyone. What is happening?" I realized I was babbling, but the thought of another man having her was disturbing. "Do not worry, my sweet. Your sister and I decided that it would look better for others if we were engaged. It gives me more credibility as your caregiver and power of attorney. Do you want to ask me anything?" My mind reeled. I had always thought that when I proposed to a lady, it would be my decision, and I would be kneeling on the floor in front of her. Not lying helpless in a hospital bed being coerced by my former girlfriend, not to mention being in thoroughly wet diapers. Making an instant decision was too much for me in my current state. I shook my head and mumbled. Denise rubbed me through the diaper. "Think of all the fun we will have together. I will get my way eventually so you might as well submit to me. It will be so much better for you!" What the hell was happening? My sweet sensitive lover had become Nurse Ratched overnight. She was determine to have me, but I was still able to resist. I shook no again as she stopped rubbing me just short of orgasm and she replaced the gag. "So you are being stubborn, eh? This may be more fun for me, but it probably won't be to your liking." She felt my diaper and pronounced that a change could wait. No doubt she knew I would need to move my bowels soon. I wondered what I had done. I could have taken the easy way out and co-operated. Was I being stubborn to no avail? Maybe she would at least taken me to the toilet to poop. I tried to hold it but soon the pressure was too great and I had to release. It felt runny and huge. She was feeding me plenty of bulk "because the pain pills constipate you". I expected a change but none came. Have you ever had an itch you were unable to scratch? My well filled diaper was itching and burning already. I squirmed, but could get little relief. My gag only allowed me to grunt even when I would have been yelling at full volume. Denise left me for several more hours before cleaning and changing me. "Wow! You are developing a nice rash. Let nurse rub some cream to make it feel better." I anticipated a nice soothing rash cream but my Denise was not done with me. I could tell by the smell she had used what we called "Wintergreen" which was used on sore muscles, etc. Every once in a while some guy on the team put it in someone else's jock strap. We had thought it funny when he suffered. But it was not funny now. My butt was burning as I moaned as loud as I could into the gag. Denise just watched and laughed. Perhaps next time you will answer my question correctly." I was left to scream my lungs out into the gag as the pain got worse. Eventually the pain slowly started to fade and my helpless moans grew weaker. My bowels let loose another mass making the heat start again. I realized I had wet my diaper. I had not noticed due to the pain. I wept myself to sleep.