crazycat701

Just terrific. I love the emotional intensity that gives a sense of powerful realism to the concept you've created.

Really enjoying these stories. I like your blog site as well. Please keep going.

I'm down in Las Cruces, NM.

Just a disposable diaper and nothing else.

Hello, I should have checked this sooner as I'm also from Las Cruces. Nice to meet you. Send me a message if you'd like to talk sometime. Crazycat701

The one story that really got me, that really inspired me to start writing my own story was Mimi's Struggles by Pink Nappies. I've always preferred the stories where the characters and circumstances are more on the believable side of what could actually happen. This is a masterpiece in my book.

Oops! Just saw DailyDi posted this in the references section as well. Thanks for adding the link and the pics!

Last night on the season finale of Tosh.0, they showed a video clip of what had to be an AB "Daddy" waking up his adult baby boy by pulling off the blankets to reveal a well-used Abena diaper. "Daddy" feels up the diaper and proudly announces that "baby needs a diaper change". Tosh being Tosh, however, pushes the issue further by saying he totally gets sleeping in a diaper and goes on to show a fake tv show he made called "Big Baby" or "Giant Baby" (something to that effect). The "show" has Tosh naked except for a pull-up diaper and a baby-faced whole head mask getting on an airplane and acting like an annoying giant baby. This culminates in "baby" announcing he needs to go potty but doesn't make it in time. "Baby" repeats "I'm pooping" loudly several times as his live studio audience "ewwwwww's". Leave it to Tosh to show something like this on his show. Can't say I was totally surprised.... Crazycat701

I really love the creativity of this story. It's so different. Your imagery is actually making me jealous of those kids, like this would be a wonderful getaway if it were possible. Keep up the excellent work. Crazycat701

Meows at Froggy! Nice to hear from you.

Happy holidays to all the good AB and DL boys and girls in New Mexico. Here's wishing you all a safe and enjoyable holiday season, especially as our thoughts are with those in harm's way overseas and to all those who have lost so much in Connecticut in recent days. Peace, Crazycat701

Thanks so much!! CJ

Thanks for the feedback. I've never tried writing a story before of any kind so this was certainly something different. I truly am blown away by the fact that people liked it as much as so many of the commenters here have said they did. Thank you all so much. CJ

Hi itdepends, You're on the right track with trying out a sample pack. One thing I would suggest is trying the sample pack from HDIS. It's $9.95 and you get 2 of every kind of diaper (fitted brief with tapes) they carry. They also have an underwear sampler if you prefer pull-ons. This is a great way to try out what fits your body the best, which does the best absorbing your accidents and which ones you like the feel of the best. Given that the mediums have not worked out for you, I'd go ahead and suggest trying the large size sample pack. Another place you can get samples from is Tranquility who sells the ATN (All Through the Night) diaper. It's a great introductory diaper that tends to run a bit smaller in cut than other brands. In other words, their large is a bit smaller than other people's larges and may fit you a bit better. Finding the right diaper for you can take a bit of trial and error but with samples, you can explore without outlaying a ton of money. I'm partial to Abena, Molicare and Wellness briefs because they work so well and the fit is excellent on me. If you want quality, you can't go wrong with these.... my 2 cents worth, CJ

Thanks you guys. I'm somewhat of a hopeless romantic and this is more or less how I conceptualize a relationship as I would draw it up according to both my realistic wants/needs as well as my DL side. My ex never really appreciated either of these parts of me so unfortunately this story is more fantasy than reality for me. I wrote "Jeff" as a reflection of how I see myself and "Michelle" is a composite of a couple of the closest friends I've ever had. So the reality that you commented on is partly due to the fact that I was drawing from people to whom I am very close. I also took my own experiences with wetting the bed as a teenager and on into adulthood and built that into the anxiety Michelle experienced early on in the story. So, there is a lot of me in this story. I think that's why it got hard to write at times. I found myself actually getting jealous of the characters I had created and I almost started to resent my own story. Kind of ridiculous but true nonetheless. I think for the next story, I'm going to go for pure fiction. We'll see if that makes it easier or harder. Anyway, thanks for the comments and the support!! CJ

Ok folks, here it is. The final chapter of Michelle and I. I hope you like it and I hope it feels like a satisfactory place to stop the story. I've really appreciated all your support and encouragement all along with this story. I really enjoyed writing it even when I got a bit stuck at times. Next time I undertake a story like this, I'll get it all finished and then post parts of it instead of posting as I write like I did with "Michelle". Feel free to send along any messages or thoughts about the story or characters. I like hearing how you all think things might wind up in the future. Chapter 21 Michelle and I exited the bathroom and were somewhat dismayed to see a small line of people waiting to get in there. Not that we had done anything wrong or inappropriate but we both suspected the other waiting customers may have suspected some hanky panky. Of course, once whoever was next in line entered the bathroom, the smell that was waiting for them would likely be more than enough to tell an entire story. “So what

On this week's episode of House (episode entitled 'The c-word'): a little mundane and no diapers shown but the reference is clear enough... Context: Wilson learns he has cancer and convinces House to give him a megadose of chemo with predictable side effects. Scene: Wilson struggles off of House's couch trying to crawl to the bathroom in his weakened state. House: "They're called adult diapers for a reason. Use them!" Wilson: "I did. But there's no way in hell I'm gonna let you change me." House: "C'mon. I'm a doctor." -------------------- Later in the episode.... Wilson: "I have just one more request..(holding his hand out to House) I'd like to actually make it to the bathroom for once."

Thanks again to the author of the thread "Favorite Unfinished Stories". Your feedback was so kind that it convinced me that I cannot leave the story as it was. I'm sorry that I disappeared here for a while and left the story hanging. I know that frustrates people which is certainly not my intent. I just got sort of burned out on the story after a bit. I've got a couple of things I want to wrap up for Jeff and Michelle before I put this story to bed for good. Once again, thank you to all the people who have wrote supportive comments all along. It sincerely means a lot to me. CJ (aka Crazycat701) We meet up with Michelle and Jeff a few months later, close to her due date now..... Chapter 20 ---------------------------------------------- Fast Forward About 7 1/2 Months... ---------------------------------------------- "Jeff! I'm over here!" Michelle thought to herself that only her directionally impaired husband could get lost in the baby section at a department store. "Hey! Goofus!" Michelle yelled sharply finally corralling my attention, as well as the attention of everyone in the baby section. "Um, a little louder Mitchy. They didn't hear you in Scotland!" "Well, you were wandering around aimlessly and I wanted your opinion on the sheets and blankets we should get for the baby's crib. What do you think about these?" Michelle held up a beautifully sewn comforter with blues and greens and purples that were all very soft colors. The matching sheets, crib bumpers and pillows all were sewn with the same fabric and would appear to have met the goal we both had of creating a gender neutral room for our baby. Michelle and I had learned quite some time ago that we would be having a little girl and we were insistent that whatever we got, we wanted to avoid the color pink. We knew that our families and friends would still try to supply us with onesies and other baby paraphernalia in pink once they learned we were having a baby girl that we decided we wanted to remain as neutral as possible. Neither of us object to pink, mind you, but we both objected to treating girls as frail and weaker right from the beginning and we wanted her to grow up knowing she would have all the opportunities that any boy would have. We were just finishing picking out the last few items we knew we'd need that did not come through the many baby showers Michelle's and my friends had thrown for us. We got a lot of things we had registered for but many people opted for gift cards to our registry store so that we could pick out what we felt were the most crucial items. As we were exiting the last baby aisle, we were confronted with a massive shelf full of diapers. Every brand you could possibly imagine seemed to be here. Michelle and I looked at each other and chuckled. Michelle spoke first. "I guess we should get her some diapers that would actually fit her. I don't think ours are gonna work too well". "Maybe so" I said. "On the other hand, we wouldn't have to change her but once a week if we used ours". Whack! "Ouch. I was just kidding. Don't be so sensitive" I said trying to act all hurt. "I take it back. You're not a doofus. You're a wussy boy" she said grinning. "And you're starting to smell like you need a change. Here. Here are some Huggies. Knock yourself out". She was absolutely beaming as she handed me a jumbo sized bag of Huggies, clearly very proud of herself. "Ha ha ha. You had just as many Cokes at lunch as I did and if I know your bladder, your diaper can't be long for this world either, especially with our little girl doing the cha-cha on it". "Thanks Jeff. I didn't have to pee before but just you saying that made me think about and it and....." she trailed off. Michelle slowly looked down to see if she was leaking onto her pants. Pregnancy had thoroughly destroyed what little bladder control Michelle had retained over the last few months. She often only had seconds from the point of recognition to the point of saturation. Sometimes she would just pee in little spurts. Sometimes she had flooded her diaper so massively that her diaper couldn't contain it all at once and she'd experienced several leaks. She looked up at me with tears starting to form in her eyes as I saw a single dark streak shoot down the inside leg of her green stretch pants. "Oh, Mitchy. Honey. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have teased you like that". My heart was breaking for her. Over the last several months we'd both had enough public leaks and encountered some rude comments from passers-by that I knew she was fearful that someone besides me was going to see her. Michelle stepped into my open arms and I hugged her gently as stood there trying to hold back the flood of tears that had followed her other flood. "No, I know Jeff. It's not your fault. Sometimes I just worry that we've taken our fun too far. What if I can't get my control back after the delivery? Lots of mommy magazines report that incontinence usually gets worse after giving birth. What kind of prayer have I got?" "Well, I'm not sure what you mean" I stated rather questioningly. "I mean, we just keep on doing what we're doing. It hasn't been a big deal up to this point so let's not fix it if it isn't, well (I hesitated), broken." "That's what I mean though. I think I am broken. I can't hardly control my bladder at all anymore and I'm not doing all that hot with my backside either. And I'm not just thinking about me, Jeff. You've admitted you've lost a great deal of your control as well. Are we really prepared to raise our daughter when both of us are kinda-sorta-almost-but-not-really incontinent and wearing diapers? What will she think of us? We won't be able to hide it from her forever." I admit, Michelle had a point. Often I felt she worried over little trivial things or obsessed over details that didn't really matter. Somehow, this felt different to me. I hadn't really considered what it would be like explaining to my little girl that mommy and daddy still wear diapers because our bodies don't work right and knowing that at least on some level, that hadn't been entirely true, at least not at the start of this journey. Then it struck me. Regardless of how this journey began, Michelle and I were both largely incontinent now. Even if we decided to leave diapers behind for good, it was doubtful that either of us could do so at this moment without completely embarrassing ourselves on a daily basis. Especially Michelle. "Mitchy, let's slowly work our way over to the bathrooms. If you move slowly enough, your pants are just dark enough that no one should be able to easily tell you've had an accident. You push the cart and I'll walk right behind you to block the view as best I can. Whaddya say?" "I'm serious, Jeff" she said insistently. "We have to figure out what we're gonna do about this". "I know Mitchy, I know. But we're not gonna figure it out standing here at this moment with both of us in desperate need of a change waiting for someone to come by and laugh at us either. Let's see if one of those unisex bathrooms is open and we can both go in together and get changed. Ok?' I leaned down and kissed her on her forehead as I simultaneously patted her behind with my right hand. "And I think we should go soon cuz you're getting kinda squish..." Whack! "Yah, I deserved that" I said rubbing my arm. But at least Michelle's tears had stopped and she was fighting the urge to laugh at me and what I had said. I love it when she does that because it just entices me even further to try to make her smile. Of course the risk is that when she's feeling vulnerable like this, I either risk pushing it too far and hurting her feelings or getting whacked again if she decides she doesn't want to let me win. In this instance, I opted for self-deprecation.... literally. Just as she looked up, I pushed as hard as I could and my bottom made a single farting sound as I filled my diaper to its capacity. It made that muffled, sort of crackling noise that often accompanies a rather good sized messy accident. Michelle gasped then quickly covered her mouth and nose with both hands and looked at me with the widest eyes possible. My reply..... "My compliments to the chef". That got her. She was now doubling over in laughter. The other couple in the diaper aisle was glaring at us as though we'd broken some secret taboo of absolutely no laughter while purchasing baby-waste-containment vehicles. If only they knew... Michelle quickly enacted our plan and began pushing our cart towards the restrooms trying to take as small of steps as possible while still going as fast as she could. I fell in step behind her to minimize the chances of someone seeing her accident. Of course, while we're walking, Michelle could not resist making a joke at my expense. "Jeff, you sure you shouldn't be up front and me blocking your behind? I mean, you probably look like you've got a whole cake stuffed in your pants". "One more, Michelle. One more" I warned. "One more what?" she asked all innocently. "One more jab at me or my, um, 'current condition', and I'm stealing this cart away from you and yelling as loud as I can as I run away, 'Look at the woman that peed her pants'!" "You wouldn't dare!" she said defiantly. "Look at the womphhhhhhh...." was all I could get out before her hands shot up and smothered my mouth. "All right I believe you. Now shut up!" "Not gonna do that again are ya?" I said smugly. "Hmmphh" was all I got back in return. Finally we made it to the unisex bathroom we'd been aiming for and luckily enough it was unoccupied. This bathroom had enough room for us to lay out the oversized baby-changing pad we'd purchased months ago to make changing in public restrooms easier. We both had mastered the art of changing wet diapers while standing up in small spaces but changing a messy diaper was another matter entirely. Honestly, I probably would not have chosen the strategy I did to cheer up Michelle if we hadn't been at this particular store. Having changed ourselves here before, I knew I could get away with filling my diaper and not have to stay in it for very long before I could get changed. "You wanna go first since you're messy?" MIchelle asked. "No, my diaper is containing the smell pretty well for now. Let's get you all sorted out first and then we'll figure out what to do with me. If we change me first, we have to smell it longer." "I like where your heads at" Michelle said grinning. "Not so stupid as I thought. Maybe our girl has a chance after all." Michelle slipped out of her shoes and pulled down her green stretch pants. The accident was still plenty noticeable so Michelle sighed when she handed me her pants as she laid down upon the changing mat. I undid the tapes on her Secure X-Plus diaper and rolled it into itself before beginning to wipe her down. Once I was finished cleaning her I asked, "Do you need to go again cuz this is the time to do it. We've got a long drive with traffic ahead". "No" she replied. "I should be ok. New diaper please!" she said smiling. I unfolded a new diaper and had her lift her bottom up so I could slide the back panel underneath her butt. She gently lowered herself back down on the diaper and wiggled her hips as though she were snuggling into it. Before pulling up the front panel, I began to gently stroke her labia which immediately caused her to start purring. Michelle was so close to her due date and had gotten so large and so uncomfortable that typical intercourse had become impossible. Consequently, I relished finding times like these when she may not be expecting it to stimulate her a little as she told me that it still felt good to her. Before long she was starting to whimper and make some of the cute little almost hiccup-like noises she makes when she gets excited. Not more than a couple minutes in, Michelle, now breathless, asked me to stop as her back was beginning to hurt. I pulled the diaper up snugly and worked the tapes around her beautifully pregnant, distended belly. I can't remember when I've seen anything so beautiful or perfect in my life. Michelle then had me lay down on the mat as she unbuttoned my jeans and had me wriggle out of them enough so she could help me clean up my mess. As she undid the tapes on my diaper the unfortunate smell from my little attempt at humor hit us both like a shockwave. "Oh, God, Jeff. Did you eat a skunk?" Michelle asked. Of course I just laughed cuz I still thought it was funny. "I know, I know... my compliments to the chef" she repeated before I could say it again. What seemed like half a package of wipes later, I felt clean and fresh. "New diaper, please!" I said to Michelle. "You're a dork." she said dryly. "I know. I love you, too." To be continued.... (just a couple more chapters to go, folks)

Hey there, I live up in the Las Cruces area. I know it's not Texas but it's close... Thought I'd just drop in say "Hello". Crazycat701

Hi Gang, I know it's taking me quite a bit of time between chapters and I feel bad about that. We had a snow day today in Southern New Mexico and everything was closed or cancelled so I took advantage of the time off and added a new chapter. Nice to spend a day lounging around in a diaper and using a little creative energy. Hope you're all staying warm and healthy. Crazycat701 Chapter 19 "Conners, Michelle Conners!" boomed an authoritative voice from the entrance to the waiting room. "That's us" I said to Michelle with what I must say is a tremendous grasp of the obvious. "Ugggh. Ok. Here we go" she said. Michelle screwed up her courage and bolted out of her chair practically dragging me along behind her. We followed the nurse back to the triage area where Michelle was weighed and had her blood pressure measured. Before we knew it we were ushered to the exam room where we'd be waiting for Michelle's doctor to come and talk to us about her pregnancy and her incontinence. And likely.... my incontinence. I had to admit to myself that I've been having way too many accidents lately. I don't know if I was just getting lazy, if I was getting comfortable in diapers and didn't pay enough attention or if I might actually be losing some of my control. I guess deep inside I figured that if I really needed to go back to regular underwear at some point (or Michelle's panties...) I'd probably be alright but there was no denying that I'd been wetting my pants when I did not mean to. Michelle like me, had also grown so comfortable in her diapers that she didn't really pay much attention to being wet or messy at all. I think her wetting the bed still troubled her somewhat but at least she didn't lose her mind like she did after the first few accidents. "Earth to Jeff. Hellooooo" Michelle said before elbowing me in my ribs. "Where'd you disappear to?" "Oh. Nothing. What? I mean, I was just thinking about the last few weeks and how we got to this point in time." "Funny..." she said. "Me, too. I'm afraid I might actually be incontinent now. I almost don't even pay attention to holding my bladder and I've had so many involuntary, um, messes, that I don't seem to have a great deal of control right now." "I was thinking exactly the same thing, Mitchy. I bet I'd have to go through potty training again before I could be safe in my old underwear". Michelle burst out laughing. I guess the notion of an adult having to do "potty training" on themselves struck just the right nerve. "Yah, me too. I wonder if they make training pants in our size?" We were just getting the laughter under control when Dr. Sorenson burst into the exam room. "Good afternoon, Michelle! This must be Jeff. Very nice to meet you. I'm Emily Sorenson. Please, call me Em." We shook hands and then I made myself comfortable in the chair off to the side while Michelle climbed up on the exam table. "So Michelle, I understand we're about to have a little miracle. Is that right?" "Yep!" Michelle beamed. "If I'm right, I figure I'm just about four weeks along." "Well we have a few things to go review but it's all pretty standard stuff" said Dr. Sorenson. "Any concerns or anything out of the ordinary, I mean aside from not having your period I mean?" There it was. The question we were both so anxious about was right out there staring us down like a tiger in the jungle waiting to pounce. Even though I knew it was coming I suddenly realized the room was out of air. Or, I just wasn't breathing. Either way, I sat there staring at Michelle waiting to see how she'd respond. Then all of a sudden I became acutely aware that I had just wet my pants again. In a not-so-subtle move, I looked down at my crotch and quickly checked myself for any leaks. Michelle was just about to respond to the doctor when she noticed my predicament. "Well, Em. Funny you should ask that. I never told you this but when I was a kid, I used to have... I mean I used to. I used to... wet my bed at night." Dr. Sorenson not really phased by any of this just said in her doctor voice, "Yes, continue." "Well, it wasn't until I was 18 or 19 that it more or less stopped. I'd have an occasional accident now and then but for the most part I thought I was past it." Sensing where this was going, Dr. Sorenson stepped in, "So I'm guessing you're trying to tell me that it's come back again. Is this correct?" "Umm. Yes. But that's not all. I seem to be having quite a bit of difficulty with accidents in the daytime now as well. I'm scared that something might be wrong with me and that whatever it is may endanger my pregnancy". As Michelle said this, she was rubbing her tummy and a couple of tears had made their way down her soft cheeks. Dr. Sorenson stood up and walked to the side of Michelle and put her arm around Michelle's shoulders. "Michelle, Honey, it's really ok. I seriously doubt if anything is wrong. Between the hormones produced at pregnancy and all the changes going on in there, many women struggle with a little incontinence while they're carrying." "That's just the thing Em" Michelle said, "I started having some of these problems before I was pregnant. I was wetting my bed again every night a little before then and the daytime accidents maybe coincided with conception. Could something be really wrong with me?" Dr. Sorenson explained to both of us about the different kinds of incontinence and inquired a bit more about the frequency and volume of Michelle's accidents. Eventually she asked Michelle to get undressed so that she could do a full exam. As Michelle stripped, she stopped to look at me when she only had her pants left to remove. She took a big a deep breath and then slowly wriggled out of her pants. Dr. Sorenson appeared to show no demonstrable response whatsoever to the fact that her patient was now standing before her in just a white disposable diaper and ankle-high socks. For her part, Michelle's face was so red you could have welded two pieces of steel together simply by touching her cheeks. "Em, I can't begin to tell you how embarrassing this is. I never once in a million years envisioned myself standing in front of anyone but Jeff in my diaper. I just feel so ridiculous." "Michelle, dear, you've got to know that I see far more people in diapers than you might think. While it may not be a common experience for you, it's not really a big deal if you work in medicine. It's just one way of handling incontinence so you don't go around peeing down your leg all the time. I know it's embarrassing but trust me, this will won't even finish in the top 10 of unusual things I'll see or hear today. Now, let's get that off you so I can have a look-see". I can see why Michelle likes this doctor. It wasn't just the things she said but the way she seemed to be able to put Michelle at ease so quickly. Knowing how sensitive Michelle is to this issue, it was really quite remarkable how skilled Em seemed to be at this. Michelle climbed back onto the table and began undoing the tabs on her Secure X-Plus. Soon she was able to pull the front panel away from herself and put her legs up in the stirrups the doctor had extended from the table so that the exam could begin. Dr. Sorenson was so professional and so courteous that I felt so incredibly grateful she was taking such good care of my Mitchy. They finished the exam and Dr. Sorenson pulled the diaper Michelle had been sitting on out from underneath her. "This one isn't all that bad but I'm not letting you out of here without a fresh start." She then turned to me, "Jeff, do you have any extra diapers with you for Michelle?" Knowing we had used the last one out in the parking lot before coming in, I told her that we had used our spares already. Without missing a beat, Dr. Sorenson turned back to Michelle and said, "Ok Michelle. No big deal. Let me get a sample from out of the back. I don't know for sure what we've got back there but I know some of the brands aren't bad at all. Give me just a minute and we'll get you fixed up. Okay?" Dr. Sorenson was on her way out the door when I called out for her to stop and come back in the room. "Uh, Dr. Sorenson? I was wondering if you might be willing to bring two samples. I'd be willing to pay you for them if you need us to, but I could also use... a little help in that department?" For the first time during our visit, Dr. Sorenson looked somewhat confused. Seeing this I continued on, "You see, I've had difficulties with incontinence too and it seems that I need a change worse than I thought. I'm afraid I might leak if I try to push it much longer". Michelle sat on the table, still naked from the waist down, looking at me with a look of gratitude in her eyes. I knew she had seen that I had had another accident in my pants earlier in the exam but she also knew from experience that the X-Plus diapers we wore could easily handle the job. She correctly assumed that I had only outed myself to Dr. Sorenson to prove to her that I would support her by doing as much as I could to go through whatever she had to go through. Meanwhile, Dr. Sorenson was also looking at me and smiling. "Looks like you two really are made for each other. I'm guessing you're both "mediums", yes? Let me check our supply and I'll be back in a jiffy." As the exam room door swung shut, Michelle said quietly, "Jeff, you're so sweet. I know you didn't have to do that. You could easily make it home to change when we're done here". "Well, yah. But I'm embracing my inner dork. And besides, it's like I told you before, if you gotta do it, then I should be willing to go through it as well." I stood up and joined Michelle by her side and gave her a kiss. I only turned around after I heard the exam room door open when Dr. Sorenson returned. "Oh my yes. Jeff, dear, you really do need to change. Would you like me to get you a pair of scrubs to wear home?" "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked rather dumbfounded. "I'm surprised you hadn't figured this out by now but you really have to be careful when you urinate in a diaper while sitting down. Even the best products on the market can leak if you flood them while in a sitting position. Your pants have two rather large wet spots on the back that will be difficult to hide. Let me get you a pair of scrubs, you'll be happier that way." She handed me two blue diapers in a clear plastic package that said "Unique Wellness Briefs" on the side and once again exited the room. Now it was my turn to blush. I turned back to Michelle and all she could do was burst out laughing. Soon I was laughing at her laughing and neither one of us could get it under control. The next thing I knew, Michelle was yelling out, "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I can't stop it! I can't stop it! Jeff! Do something!" It was then I realized my beautiful wife was peeing uncontrollably on the exam table. I tried to get a diaper out of the sample bag but I was laughing too hard and Michelle was peeing too fast for me to get there in time. We were just beginning to get a handle on our laughter when Dr. Sorenson returned with a pair of scrubs for me and of course she noticed Michelle's puddle. "Ok, now you're in the top 10 for the day" she said as she shook her head from side to side with a slight chuckle. "I guess I should have left you in the other diaper before getting a replacement ready. Was this more of an uncontrollable urge or were you laughing too hard?" "Laughing too hard. Em, I'm SO sorry. Let me finish getting dressed and I'll clean this up." "Nonsense" she replied. "It's not that much and I'll wipe the table down with sanitary wipes once you're up. Really, don't trouble yourself. We can handle one small accident". With that I began to remove my pants while Michelle stood up and finished taping herself in her new diaper. Dr. Sorenson continued to laugh with us as she recounted her experiences as a young resident physician dealing with patients that had accidents of the far more messy variety. She was also incredibly respectful of my privacy as she shut the privacy curtain around the bed as she continued to clean up after Michelle so that I could change without being watched. The scrubs didn't do a whole lot to cover up that I was in a diaper. Both the slight bulge in the front and back as well as the rustling sound were plenty obvious to me as I moved. As I finished pulling up my pants and tying the draw string, Dr. Sorenson asked if we were both "All better now?" She pulled the privacy curtain back and we noticed she was already done cleaning up Michelle's accident. It dawned on me then that she could have easily asked for a nurse or orderly to do that but the doctor did it herself. I was impressed. "Hey doc. Thanks for taking care of that for us. We're so sorry it happened." Dr. Sorenson simply replied, "Hey, not a problem. I figured the two of you had probably been through enough dealing with your incontinence and you didn't need anyone else to know about your issues. It's also good for us doctors to remind ourselves of what our patients are actually dealing with. So neither of you need to worry about a thing. If the worst thing that happens to me today is that I clean up a little sterile urine, then it will have been an easy day. Now, Michelle, I don't find anything in my examination that worries me but if you want, I can refer you to a urologist. At the very least, you can rest assured that there's no sign of a bladder infection or anything that could jeopardize the baby. So, keep doing what you're doing and as long as you're comfortable with wearing protection, I see no reason to even consider prescribing any medication that wouldn't be good for the baby anyway. Any questions?" We both just thanked her profusely for being so understanding and so caring. We checked out at the front desk and made our way out to the parking lot, me crinkling very loudly all the way. Michelle was holding my hand and I was thinking about what an amazing woman I was married to. The scrubs I was wearing were comfortable but it took a little bit to get comfortable in a diaper that seemed to be very different than what I was used to. So I'm out in public in hospital scrub pants and a business shirt, wearing a thick diaper I'm not used to and carrying my wet jeans over my arm. And here I thought Michelle was in for an embarrassing day... To be continued...

Chapter 18 Back home again, Michelle and I proceeded to change each other. Any embarrassment or anxiety about wearing diapers, being seen in my diaper by Michelle or Michelle knowing that I liked my diapers seemed like forever ago. She lovingly caressed my privates with wipes and gently taped me into a new Secure X-Plus diaper. Within minutes we swapped positions and I was doing the same to Michelle. While cleaning her bottom, it struck me that we really hadn't had any arguments or made any stupid bets with one another during the past few weeks. Whatever was going on between us as a result of us sharing our diapers together seemed to be softening Michelle and making me less competitive. We seemed to be spending much more time focused on caring for one another and being tender with one another than with debating the usual idiotic trivia we both had been so consumed with for so long. "Hey MIchelle... I was thinking. Maybe I'll sneak out of the office early on Monday and go see your doctor along with you. I mean, you could probably use the support and it would give me the opportunity to hear everything the doctor has to say." "Oh Jeff, that's so sweet but I don't think you have go out of your way" Michelle responded. "Well being there for you is never out of my way. You're going to have to do all the heavy lifting when it comes to being pregnant and actually having the baby, the least I can do is be supportive." "Well, sure then. I'd love to have you there with me. You do realize that when the subject of incontinence and bedwetting comes up, you're going to be right there in the spotlight yourself big guy." "I know Michelle. Believe me, I know. I guess I want the doctor to know that whatever effects you effects us both and that I'm gonna be a good father." "You dork!" Michelle said as she whapped me on the arm with the back of her hand. "Of course you're gonna be a great father. Look how well you do taking care of me. If you can handle looking out for and protecting my crazy ass, not to mention changing these diapers (patting her bottom for emphasis) you'll do just fine with a little one". We chatted back and forth about various things for the rest of the evening and weekend. Before we knew it, the alarm was going off on Monday morning. Both of us stirred momentarily taking a few moments to enjoy being in a warm bed cuddled together with the morning light shining in brightly through the east window. I slid my hand down Michelle's belly and rubbed her stomach gently just above the waistband of her diaper. Geesh, she was so soft and so beautiful, I was having trouble picturing how she would look with an 8 or 9 month old fetus in her womb, extending her belly. Meanwhile Michelle ran her hand down my side and soon came to rest on my diaper. "Wow, you must have had to go bad this morning, Jeff. You're already soaked" Michelle pointed out. "What? Really?" I said in disbelief. I hadn't peed in the minute or two we'd been lying there awake and I didn't recall having awakened in the night to wet. "Umm, Michelle... I think I uh... I think I might have..." "You wet in your sleep didn't you!?" she interrupted. Then she started giggling. As soon as she saw the shocked look on my face she tried to stop herself from laughing but that only made it worse. Michelle was covering her mouth and trying to look away so she could regain her composure but she just kept laughing harder and harder. I wanted to be indignant. I wanted to be pissed off at her for making fun of me. But hey, she was likely in the same state I was since she had wet in her sleep every single night without fail since she was returned to diapers. I reached over and cupped my hand under Michelle's crotch and grabbed a handful of swollen yellowed diaper. "Takes one to know one" I said trying to sound righteous. "Well duh! Welcome to the club. It's about time you just relaxed and let go while you sleep. I've been sleeping so much more soundly since I stopped worrying about wetting the bed at night. Maybe you'll chill out a little more now and get more rest." "But I haven't wet the bed since I was maybe five or six years old. Maybe I'm getting too comfortable with diapers and starting to lose my control" I said somewhat apprehensively. "Jeff, if there's anyone on the planet that needs to learn to let go of control it would be you... or me. But since I already seem to be headed for full on incontinence and have wet my bed my whole life, it seems like we're talking about you. Do realize that the entire time we dated and for the whole time we've been married I've been terrified of wetting the bed or worse yet... wetting on you? Now that I've let go of that control and I know you can handle it, I'm so much happier. So you might be a little incontinent. There are far worse things that could happen to a person. Besides, it just means I get to change you more" she said with that devilish smile. We both stumbled out of bed and stood next to each other comparing our soaked underpants. Since I had been sleeping on my back, the entire seat of my diaper was wet and yellow all the way up to the back waistband. It felt weird to have more wetness on my backside than on my front but it made sense. Michelle on the other hand was soaked front, back and middle. I started to undo the tapes holding her diaper to her lovely waist and before I could even get the last one undone, her diaper slid down her legs and landed with a loud "thud" on the tiled bathroom floor. This made us both chuckle and Michelle said, "Plus you can drink whatever you want at night just before bed and not worry about it!" She happily skipped over to the toilet, took care of the rest of her business and jumped in the shower. Soon I was done shaving and climbed in the shower with her as she was finishing up. We diapered each other as usual and picked out our clothes for the day. I decided to go with jeans as I wanted to be as minimally conspicuous as possible with my diaper given the inevitable trip to the doctor's office this afternoon. Michelle chose a blouse and medium length skirt. I almost envied her at that point as her skirts could be as revealing or concealing as her moods struck her. I still had that gnawing feeling that everyone and their dog could tell I was in a diaper but you'd never know it to look at Michelle. And believe me, I was really looking. "Perv" Michelle said sarcastically when she caught me staring at her butt. "What?" I acted all innocently. "Try to think with your big head and not your little one while we're with the doctor today, 'kay Dorkus?" "Whatever. Just try not to shit your pants while she has you up in the stirrups. Boy that would be a sight, wouldn't it." Whack! You know that little part of your brain that tells your mouth "don't say that out loud"... I don't seem to have that. As if on cue, Michelle pointed her butt at me, farted, then strutted out of the room. "That's my delicate flower!" I shouted as she left the bedroom and made her way to the kitchen. We made a small breakfast and ate quickly as we both had early meetings at our respective jobs. We agreed to meet one another outside the lobby of the medical complex that afternoon so we'd have a few minutes together before the examination. Picking up my shoulder bag with my spare diapers, wipes and an extra pair of pants for "just in case" sent a shiver down my spine. I guess we were really going through with this. The morning passed all too quickly and before long it was time to leave to meet Michelle. She had just gotten out of her car when I pulled up next to her. I was beginning to feel the urge to pee but so far I was still clean and dry. Michelle wasn't in such good shape as her stomach had steadily gotten more and more upset as the appointment drew closer. She stood there looking at me sheepishly waiting for me to get out of my car. "I ah, need a little help" she said as she touched her bottom. "i've got a nervous stomach and well, this is my third diaper already today. I just want to make sure I'm clean before I go in there. Change me?" "Yeah, sure. Wanna go in and try a bathroom floor or do you want to use the back seat of your car?" Michelle looked nervously around the parking lot and said, "I guess right here. I can't imagine laying down on a public bathroom floor. Pooping my pants is one thing, but that just sounds disgusting!" Kinda funny what you can get used to, huh? Michelle opened up the back door of her car and slid gently into the seat. I lifted up her skirt and began to unfasten her diaper. She didn't smell too badly but it was certainly the right move to change her before we went in to see the doctor. Luckily, no one else even came close to where we were parked so I was able to complete Michelle's change without being interrupted. I finished taping her into the last diaper she had with her when I noticed she was trembling. "Hey, Doofus. You okay?" I asked. "I just can't believe I'm about to walk into see the doctor wearing a diaper and tell her about wetting my bed and my pants. Telling an Urgent Care doctor was one thing. This doctor has known me for the past 10 years." "I know" I said. "I'm right here with you. Look, we only have to do this once. After that, the doctor will know and it won't be a secret anymore. As far as she'll be concerned, your diaper is just another pair of underpants." "Jeff, I'm really glad you came with me. Thanks." "No problem. Now, just try to keep yourself clean and we'll get through this just fine. Then we can go home and you can load your pants all you like." "Did I just thank you for coming with? What the hell was I thinking?" "I know" I said. "I'm a very big help. Now let's get this over with." I pulled Michelle up out of her car and we more or less waddled into the medical complex. We checked in and then had the usual wait to be called back to the exam room. I could see Michelle was still nervous and I was worried she would mess herself again. I decided I'd try to distract her as best I could until she was called back. "Michelle, you know what I was thinking after this morning?" She just looked at me questioningly. "I was thinking that everything I've read about bedwetting suggests that there's a genetic component. Maybe that means that one or both of your parents wet themselves at night too." She considered what I was saying and then replied, "I never ever thought of that before. Maybe that was why they reacted so strongly when I was growing up. Maybe it was too personal for them to deal with because it brought back too much baggage from their own past." "Of course you realize, that means we might have a little boy or little girl who wets their bed at night for a long time as well." "Jeff that would be awful. I'd hate to have them have to go through what I did." I could see she was getting upset as she said this but I feared she'd missed my point. "That's just it Michelle. Name one person on the whole planet who would be more sympathetic to a bedwetting child than you? You'd have a chance to handle the situation just the way you wish your parents would have been with you. Plus I'll be there and I'd be pretty hypocritical if I got upset with my child having accidents after the way I've been behaving lately." This seemed to have the desired effect as Michelle calmed noticeably. "Thanks, Jeff. I hadn't really thought about that before but you're right. Not that I want my child to wet his or her bed but if they did, I'd be there to help them deal with it instead of shaming them. That makes me feel kinda like I can get a do-over. " She smiled her great big playful smile and kissed me on my cheek. I felt her squeeze my hand once more and then she rested her head on my shoulder as we waited. Now I just had to decide... how much longer can I wait before I wet my pants... ... To be continued...

Greetings! Just stumbled across this section the site... had never been here before. Hello from Las Cruces, NM! Feel free to drop by my member profile and leave a message if you'd like to chat. Crazycat701

Hey guys, Here's the latest chapter of "Michelle and I". Please be patient with me between posts, my life is incredibly busy right now and it's hard to find time to attend to this story the way it deserves right now. I'd rather wait a bit and post something I feel proud of than rush it and put something out that doesn't feel right or fit with the overall story. There are a couple chapters left to go and a few things I want to get through before I close out the story. Happy reading and Happy Diapers! Crazycat701 Chapter 17 I looked at Michelle trying to grasp what she had just said. I don't know if it was that I had just awakened and wasn't exactly ready for consciousness yet or that I was in some sort of denial. "Whut?" was all I could muster, looking at my beautiful wife with that dumb as a box of rocks look on my face. "Jeff. Yoo hoo. Look at me sweetheart. Both eyes" she said. "I have something to tell you. We had been talking about starting our family soon and I was worried that given how the women in my family struggled to get pregnant, it might happen to me too. I decided to go off my birth control a few weeks ago cuz I figured it was gonna take us a while to get pregnant. I guess my body responded a little quicker than I thought it would. Jeff, baby, I'm pregnant!" I was in shock. I knew it was English that Michelle was speaking but it might as well have been Swahili. I wasn't mad or upset. I was mostly dumbfounded. My brain was working a thousand miles a second. How could this be? Jeez, shouldn't we have decided together? We did decide this together. This is what we wanted. Right? Of course it was. I'm gonna be a dad. Holy Shit! I'm gonna be a dad! "Jeff, are you ok? Are you mad at me?" was what I heard next. "Huh? No! Oh my gosh, no! Michelle! We're gonna have a baby! I can't believe it! This is amazing!" As I said this I looked at Michelle and realized she'd been looking at me with deep concern. "No, Honey. I'm great. I'm better than great. I'm sorry I was just sort of shocked, that's all. I wasn't expecting that news, that's all." "Oh. Ok" she said, still looking at me with a bit of disbelief, the concern still all over her face. "It's just that... I dunno, I thought I might have really upset you or something." "No of course not. I couldn't be happier. Honest. This is what we talked about, right? What makes you think that I'd be upset?" "Well. Because you... because you..." she said while nodding her head toward where I was sitting. "Because when I told you, you um, lost control" she said sheepishly and beginning to blush. I looked down and quickly realized what she was talking about. My diaper had been dry not 45 seconds ago and it was anything but now. It was also that moment that the smell hit me. I wasn't only wet. Apparently in my shock, I had lost complete control. I suddenly became acutely aware that I had totally filled my diaper and hadn't even been aware that I was doing it. Funny thing was, I didn't even care. Not in the slightest. I was just so happy and so in love with Michelle. And now we were gonna have a baby together. That I had just shit my diaper without being conscious of having done it seemed so trivial. And frankly, I was finally beginning to grow accustomed to having messy accidents that the only thing out of the ordinary was that I had not been aware that I needed to poop or felt myself going. "Oh. Yah. Well, I guess I had to go worse than I thought I did. No matter. I'm just so happy Michelle, nothing could possibly ruin my mood." "You mean you're not freaked out? I would have thought that after having had a couple of real accidents yesterday that this would have sent you right over the edge." "I know" I said. "This accident was what I've been dreading but it just doesn't matter. We're gonna have a baby and I'm married to the greatest woman in the world. You should be flattered. I don't shit myself for just anyone." Whack! Pillow to the head. I picked up the pillow opposite Michelle and took my best swing at her head. She blocked me by grabbing my pillow and whacking me several more times on the ass with her own pillow. Suddenly very conscious of being whacked on the ass while wearing a dirty diaper, I rolled over to wrestle Michelle's pillow away from her. What ensued was a tickle war to end all tickle wars. For the past several years Michelle always threatened to pee while being tickled and this morning was no different. There was even one time where she jumped out of bed in the middle of a tickle war and sprinted to the bathroom. She never confessed to having wet herself but I always suspected that she had. Now firmly in my clutches and already diapered, and obviously already wet, I paid no heed to her threat of urinary instability. "Jeff! Stop! I'm gonna peeeeeee!!!!" she said while laughing uncontrollably. "So. What of it?" I said laughing right along with her. "Go ahead!" I continued to tickle her as hard and fast as I could. I knew every single one of her vulnerable spots and exploited each one with no mercy. I had always stopped when she threatened to pee before but now I figured "What the hell?". "Aaack! You jerk!" she wailed. "I'm peeing! I'm peeing! Ayyyyck!" I felt her struggle to get away but I didn't give in. I had always sort of wondered what would have happened if I had tickled her to this point and since she was already in a diaper, I figured I was safe to find out. After just a second or two more, I heard her cry "uncle!" and felt her body grow limp. I also heard a bubbling fart noise as Michelle filled the seat of her diaper as well. We just looked at each other panting as we both knew exactly what she had just done. "Jeff" she said still trying to regain her breath, "I have just one thing to say...." "Yes my sweet?" Then she hit me as hard as she could with the pillow she had never let go of. She got me across the side of my head with such a powerful blow that it knocked me completely off my knees. And because I was already precariously perched near the edge of bed, the momentum carried me on over the side and landed me flat on my ass upon the floor, arms and legs flailing wildly all the way down. I must have looked like a drunk, incontinent orangutan doing cartwheels on my journey down. Good news, my heavily padded bottom greatly softened the landing and the floor didn't seem as hard as it had other times I'd been knocked out of bed by a nefarious pillow strike. Bad news, the mess I was wearing was now completely enveloping me. I looked up at Michelle and she looked at me. Knowing what condition both of our diapers were in, all we could do was just laugh. We both gingerly made our way to the shower as there was there were no amount of wipes that could handle this situation. The smell was almost sickening at first but we quickly rinsed away any evidence of our accidents. Technically we'd both had accidents since Michelle had tried to stop herself from going but my tickling her caused her to lose her control just as her news had led to my accident. We soaped each other from head to toe and took turns spraying each other with the shower wand until completely fresh and clean. Soon we were back in the bedroom and helping each other into our awaiting diapers. Michelle and I spent the remainder of Saturday talking about what having a baby was going to do to our lives. She had been talking about shifting to working from home if we ever had a baby and now it seemed that this might be happening sooner rather than later. We agreed to not make any big decisions like this until more time had passed and we were sure the pregnancy was safe. Michelle calculated that she could be no more than just a couple weeks into the pregnancy as she had stopped her birth control right about the time we started with the diapers. This also made sense as to why she'd completely avoided alcohol lately, like at Carly and Mike's house last night. Michelle either had known or suspected she was pregnant and had stopped drinking as a result. She confessed to having made a doctor's appointment for herself on Friday for this coming Monday to find out for sure. I told her that I'd like to join her for that appointment and she hugged me hoping that I would volunteer to do so. While out shopping for diaper supplies for the two of us, it started to dawn on me that sooner or later we'd have to figure out what we were gonna do about our diapers and trying to raise a child. It also occurred to me that we should probably mention Michelle's bedwetting to her doctor just so we could have her health thoroughly checked out while being pregnant. I just wanted to cover every possible angle to make sure there was nothing wrong with either Michelle or the baby. "Hey Michelle" I asked. "Are you going to wear a diaper to see the doctor on Monday?" "Oh shit!" she said, quickly covering her mouth worrying that someone might have heard her swear out loud. "I didn't even think about that. What do you think? You think the doctor will think I'm a freak or something?" "No" I replied. "I was just thinking to myself that you ought to tell her about your bedwetting having come back full force and I..." "I don't want to tell her about THAT!" Michelle shot back indignantly. "Michelle, Honey. Don't you think you should? I mean just to be on the safe side? What if it means something's not quite right. I don't want to take any chances with either you or the baby. I almost think you HAVE to tell her." "I know what you're saying is right, Jeff. But holy cow. That's such an embarrassing conversation. I mean can you picture it? 'Hey Doc. I think I'm pregnant. And oh by the way, I've been wetting the bed every night for a month!'" "Well you don't have to do it like that, Doofus. Just tell her that you've been dealing with this again for a while and you thought you should ask if there's anything to worry about. You could tell her that besides nighttime accidents you've had some urgency during the day. That way the diaper during the day is just there as a precaution. I'm sure doctors have seen that before." Michelle knew what I was saying was in her best interest. I still felt bad, however, as I was having difficulty imagining how I would talk about incontinence with my own doctor if I ever had to do so. Then that gave me the perfect idea... "Hey Michelle. What if we somehow work it into the conversation that I'm incontinent too and that we're just concerned that there may be some issue that we have that might be passed on to the child. Would that make you feel better?" "You'd do that for me? Jeff, you're not incontinent but you'd be pretending that you are just to mislead the doctor? I don't know if that's such a good idea." "Well I'm not saying I've thought this through very well either but I figure the worst the doctor can do is laugh at us for being in diapers and being overly anxious parents-in-waiting. And if it helps you to bring the issue to light so you'll get yourself checked out, then I'm willing to do what it takes." "Would you go to your doctor and get yourself checked out, too? I mean you've had quite a few accidents yourself here lately big man." I could feel the blood draining from my face. I swallowed hard and with a less than convincing croak, "Um, yah. Sure." "What was that? Was that a yes, Jeff?" "Yes. That was a yes. If I have to do it so you'll do it. Then yes. I'll go to my doctor and tell him I've been struggling with having accidents lately." Michelle could see I was serious. She knew my concern was genuine and she also knew that as big as a wuss as I can be about going to the doctor in the first place, if I was willing to go tell him I was having incontinence issues that she could do the same. Michelle gave me a big hug and a kiss and told me how much she loved me. "I love you too, Doofus. I'd do anything for you. You know that". "I know, Dorkus. Now, lets go grab a pizza on the way home and then you can change me. I'm getting pretty soggy and I don't want to leak." ... To be Continued...

Chapter 16 It's really hard to laugh one's head off and keep one's car on the road at the same time. I had apparently swerved and jumped the right front wheel of my car up over curb and then just as quickly jerked the car back onto the road. Michelle let out with "Aaahhhh, shit!" although I wasn't really sure if she was reacting to the mess in her pants or my inept driving skills. That's also the moment I noticed I had lost control of my own bladder and was peeing again. I could feel around the seat of my diaper leaking a bit as the seat of my pants and crotch both started to get wet. I pulled the car into the garage and after parking, I worked on getting myself out of my own seat without pressing any more fluid out of my diaper and into my pants. Upon standing I could see that the leather seats were damp but at least I could clean that up easily enough. Michelle was still sitting in her seat waiting for me to help her up and out of the car. I waddled over to her side and extended my hand to her. She looked up at me rather sheepishly and said, "Um... ahh, Jeff... I think I may have leaked here." I replied, "No biggy, look at me!" as I spun around to show her the wet stains all over the seat of my pants. "No. Not like that" she said. "I think I may have experienced a structural containment failure. I'm sort of afraid to move here cuz I don't know what might come out of my pants when I do." "Oh. Gotcha. Um, lets swing your legs out of the car so that we can have you stand up on a garbage bag once I pull you up". "Good idea. Then I can take off my pants and check the damage before tracking anything inside all over the floors". I fetched a garbage bag and placed it by the side of the car. Michelle and I executed our plan pretty well and got her up and standing fairly easily. She unbuttoned her pants and let them slide down and then she bent over to inspect for damage. Luckily enough, her pants were still clean though one look at her diaper told a completely different story. The entire backside of the diaper was a darkish brown which I think was why she was worried she may have leaked. We got her inside, straight into the bathroom and into the shower. Michelle undid the tapes on her diaper and it fell the shower floor with a thud. I brought the garbage bag in with me and had her hand me her used diaper which was soon joined with my own. In less than a minute I had joined Michelle in the shower as we both cleaned ourselves up. We chatted a bit in the shower as though nothing much unusual had happened. I guess we were both getting more used to diapers and clean-ups. Something was bothering me though, and given my tendency to think myself into a corner, I figured I'd just say what was on my mind to see how Michelle would respond. "Hey, dork" I said. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure Doofus, what's on your mind?" "I think I had two accidents today." I said somewhat reserved. "So, what of it? You normally need at least 3 diapers in a day so what's the big deal?" "No, Michelle. I think I had 2 honest-to-goodness accidents. Like I peed myself with no control at all". "Ohh. I get it. So, are you like worried that you're becoming incontinent or something?" "That's just it" I replied. "I don't think there's any reason why I'd be having accidents. I mean, I'm not sick, I don't think I have a bladder infection. I didn't feel any urgency at all. I just, sort of... peed. The first one was when Carly surprised me by guessing I was wearing diapers and then I lost control again when I ran the car over the curb on the way home. It just happened." "Ok, well... Um, do you think you need to see a doctor about this?" "No! Hell no!" I shot back. "I just wonder what's going on with me." Michelle wrapped her arms around me, water still cascading over both of us and said, "Maybe you're just getting comfortable with your diapers. Maybe this is just your body's way of responding in a time of distress. And since you know you're protected, there's not any real good reason to hold on. Your brain may just be doing your thinking for you. But honestly, if you continue to lose control of your bladder, I'm gonna put my foot down and drag your happy ass to the doctor and get you checked out just to make sure nothing's wrong. Ok?" "Ok. You're probably right." She gave me that look and said, "How many H's are there in Duh?!" We finally finished in the shower and toweled each other dry. Michelle then surprised me by jumping in my arms while quoting one of her favorite lines from Top Gun, "Hey Goose, you big stud! Take me to bed or lose me forever!" To which I replied, "Yee-haw! Jester's dead!" and carried her into our bedroom. I climbed up onto the bed with her still in my arms, lifted her up as high as I could manage and unceremoniously plopped her on middle of the bed. It was from a height that was just high enough that she actually bounced almost a foot off the mattress. You know, a pillow-shot to the pills hurts more than you might think... Once I got my breath back, I pounced on my now-laughing wife just like one of our cats pouncing on an errant piece of string. What ensued was more of the deep, passionate intimacy that had marked our last few days. Michelle and I fused our bodies as one and found a rhythm that would have made any R&B or hip-hop group proud. Holding her, touching her, experiencing her. Being held by her, being touched by her, feeling her body respond to mine. This is magic. This is true love-making. I've never experienced anything like this before as feelings of love, gratitude, joy and sheer ecstasy washed over me. I looked into Michelle's eyes as the music we were making continued. Her eyes were alive, wide and expressive. Welcoming yet animalistic and consuming. I don't even know how long were locked in each other's stare. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. Michelle achieved her climax just as I was returning from my existential journey. I could feel her whole body shudder as she let out an "Oh!" that was louder and longer than any I'd ever heard from her. Within seconds I followed suit and soon we both collapsed into each other's arms. I was tempted to let myself drift off to sleep but then I remembered the last time we'd done this and wound up with her having an accident on both of us. I rolled out of bed and got 2 diapers out of the bag next to the bed along with the baby powder. I sprinkled her with powder as she lay there splayed out on the middle of the bed. Michelle was just smiling and the sweat on her body was glistening under the light emanating from the lamp by the bed. She lifted up her butt and let me slide a diaper underneath her. Without saying a word I pulled the diaper up between her legs and taped her into it nice and secure. I then lay back on my side of the bed and began to repeat the same procedure on myself. Michelle whispered, "What do you think you're doing? All the blood stuck in your little head? I'm not letting you diaper yourself after you just took care of me. Now let me finish that. She sat up and took the powder from my hand and sprinkled it all over my groin, gently rubbing it in as she went. I was already laying on the diaper so all she needed to do was pull it into place and fasten the tapes. Michelle grinned at me and said, "You know, it kinda sucks that you wear the same size diapers as me. Makes me think my ass is getting big". "Oh stop." I said. "I'm not buying the bullshit. Your ass is perfect". Is it just me or do women worry about this feature far more than we do. I don't really want to stereotype here but man, she worries about her shape far more than I do. "Besides" I said, diapers are either small, medium or large so it's not like there's a great deal of choice". We crinkled around a little bit as we turned off the lights, straightened the covers and got ourselves comfortably snuggled up together. Almost instantly Michelle was fast asleep as I lay there contemplating everything that had happened. Michelle and I were unquestioningly in love with one another. I honestly have no idea whatsoever how many couples share in fetishes or atypical sexual practices with one another. And frankly, right then, I couldn't have cared less. Here are the two of us taking our relationship to new levels and it all seemed to be through our experimentation with wearing and using diapers. I've even had a couple genuine accidents now and I only seemed to be diving deeper into this experience. The little voice in my head that had been insisting that this behavior was somehow aberrant, somehow deviant, somehow wrong just didn't seem to matter right now. The very next thing I remember was that I was waking up to the sun streaming in the bedroom window, washing over Michelle's supple form. I turned towards toward her so that I could snuggle up behind her. She stirred ever so slightly as she snuggled her butt and hips into my midsection and her back into my chest. So soft. So warm. I slid my hand down to feel my own diaper just in case my accidents had continued only to find that I was still dry. I very slowly moved my hand over Michelle's diaper and could tell right away that she was wet again. In a way, I was almost jealous that she wet in her sleep and didn't seem to be the least bit phased by it any longer. Made me think that if I did start having accidents or ever had to deal with being incontinent that I would be able to handle it as gracefully as Michelle was now. I lay there for several minutes longer just enjoying my embrace with Michelle. That is until I felt something sharp clamp down on my big toe. In our passion last night, I had forgotten to feed the cats. Apparently Thumper was not too pleased with this lapse in his human's judgment and decided to nip at my foot to remind me that his faithful servant had failed. "Ouch you little snot! Cut it out!" I yelled flinching in response. Thumper took off toward the kitchen, presumably satisfied that his mission had been wildly successful. This of course woke Michelle and she quickly realized I was arguing with the cat. "Didn't feed the boys last night, did ya? Which one got you this time?" "Thumper" I said. "How'd you sleep?" "Great" she said wiping the sleep out of her eyes. Michelle sat up in bed and crossed her legs. She put her hands on her diaper and looked down to find that she had quite thoroughly soaked herself while asleep. "Well, apparently I'm still bedwetting. I seem to be pretty well drenched down here." "So, do you want me to change you now or do you want to grab a shower first?" I asked. "Oh, I don't care. What are we doing today?" "I got nothing planned. Maybe we should run a few errands, though. I was thinking we should probably get a plastic sheet for the bed and I think we need some more wipes and powder." I paused before continuing. "It's like we're getting all geared up for a baby". "Funny you should mention that, Jeff..." ... To be continued...

Ok folks. Here's the latest installment of this story. I think I've got a couple more chapters left to wrap this story up to where I want to get it for Jeff and Michelle. I hope you enjoy it. Crazycat701 Chapter 15 "Dammit!" I thought to myself. I absolutely had planned on avoiding wetting or messing myself this evening given how twitchy I was already acting. And as I began to look down at my crotch to inspect for any leakage, it occurred to me that this might give away my secret to Carly who was still watching me intently. I could hear myself scream within my head, "Don't look down! Don't look down" but it was useless as I was already staring at my pants. The only good news so far, these new diapers were doing their job and doing it admirably. Carly sensing something was amiss reached out and gently took my arm in her hand. "Jeff" she said softly so no one else could hear, "You're wearing diapers too, aren't you?" It wasn't really a question but more of a statement. "And if I'm any judge of reading people, you just had an accident. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you". I finally managed to lift my head enough to make eye contact with Carly. The shame I was feeling was burning a hole straight through my soul just like the last time I'd had an accident in my pants in public when I was young kid. As I lifted my head I became aware that my eyes had welled up and a single tear ran down my cheek before I could stop it. Everything Michelle and I had been through in the last few days, all the intimacy, all the secrets shared and all the vulnerability, suddenly felt amplified by a factor of 10. Not that Carly was a total stranger, for cryin' out loud she's Michelle's closest friend. But I had zero intention of ever telling her that I was wearing diapers and now not only does she know, but I've just had an accident right in front of her where I had lost all control of my bladder. But there's a reason why Michelle and Carly are so close. Carly, still holding my arm, stood me up and walked me into her and Mikey's bedroom. Once we had made it far enough past the kitchen, Carly announced in her booming voice, "Mikey, finish getting dinner ready. I want to show Michelle that photograph I told you about at work. And oh yah, bring your purse cuz I want to give you something". Mikey replied with a "You got it, babe" and Michelle said, "I'll be right there. Just gotta grab my bag". Carly meanwhile had sat me down on their bed and she sat down right next to me with her arm around shoulders. Soon Michelle walked in and saw us sitting there and immediately sensed something was up. "What photograph? Carly what are you talking about? Why on earth are you guys sitting like that?" I had nothing. I was speechless. I was paralyzed. But no matter, these are the moments in which Carly truly seems to shine. She spoke up softly but firmly. "Hey Mitchy, I just found out, I guess you could say the easy way, that Jeff is also participating in the bet you guys made. I was sticking my nose in where it didn't belong and I guess I startled him enough that he had an accident right in front of me. Why don't you guys get all changed up and meet us out here for dinner when you're ready". With that, she stood up abruptly and exited the bedroom to join Mike in the kitchen. Michelle turned her soft eyes towards me and just smiled. She could tell my eyes had tears in them and that I was feeling more than a bit vulnerable just now. "Not be indelicate here but just how bad did she surprise you? I mean, are we dealing with just a little wetness or do we have a mud flow to clean up?" That was just enough to bring me back to reality. "Oh hell no. I'm just a little damp. I'm just shocked that it happened without any control. I mean none. I was done before I was even fully aware it was happening." Michelle leaned me back on the bed and began to undo my jeans. I had to lift my butt up so she could wiggle them down off my hips so she could inspect the damage. The front of the diaper was definitely yellowed but there was not much of the actual diaper that had been used. She spread my legs apart and looked at my crotch area and onto my bottom and noticed that none of that part of the diaper was wet at all. "Well" she said, "this new diaper seems to have done the trick. You're pretty damp right up front here (patting me on my penis) but it almost seems a shame to change you right now as you've hardly used the rest of this diaper. But it's your call, sweets. I can change you into the one spare I brought to use between us right now or we can wait a little bit longer. Whaddya think?" "You only brought one?" I said mostly in disbelief at this point. "Well, we were running late and I usually only pack one spare to take with me to work and I guess I sort of forgot that you might need a spare, too. But Jeff, I honestly don't care, if you want to use this one it's really ok. I'm dry and seem to be doing just fine so far." I've sat in wet diapers several times during this past week and it wasn't a problem for me then. It dawned on me that the only reason it seemed to be a problem this time was that Carly knew I'd had an accident. Then again, for all she knew, I was being changed as we speak for she'd likely assume that I'd be coming out with a fresh diaper on. Since this diaper certainly seemed to be up to the task of holding more than one wetting, I decided not to chance using up Michelle and mine's only spare diaper just in case one of us had a worse accident later in the evening. I looked up at Michelle and said, "Let's wait a bit. This isn't so bad, I don't even feel the wetness anymore. The diaper got a bit heavier but I sort of like the way it swelled a bit." She grinned at me, stood me up and began sliding my jeans back up and over my butt. I got them fastened and asked Michelle, "Can you smell me at all? Is there anything that would give me away?" She looked at me, sniffed a couple times standing up, sniffed a couple times bent over by my crotch and said, "I think you're the only one who's gonna know that you're still in a dirty diaper. Now, lets go eat and try to keep your fire hose under control for a while, huh?!" I grabbed Michelle by the arms and shoved her over onto the bed with her laughing the entire way down. "Hey now! You be nice or I'll use up that last diaper and then you'll be screwed!" I helped her back up to her feet and we kissed for a few seconds before we left to join Mikey and Carly for dinner. As we walked out of the bedroom, Carly greeted us by saying, "Wasn't that the most incredible photograph you've ever seen you guys?!" all while giving me a sly wink that Mikey could not possibly have seen from his vantage point. Michelle and I tried to act all cool like, "Oh yeah. Never seen anything like it. Very cool". I gotta hand it to Carly... she's pretty smooth when she wants to be. The four of us went into the kitchen so we could help Mike with getting the meal out to the dining room as well as the salt, pepper and everything else we'd need. Carly gave me a swat on the butt and then a big beaming smile. In that smile I was able to have an entire conversation with her that no one else in the room would have any knowledge of. Her smile, her eyes and the softness of her face told me all by themselves, "Jeff, nobody else would do what you're doing for Michelle. I don't care if it's silly, embarrassing or even a bit weird. I think what you guys are doing for each other is terrific". Now I had a another tear running down my cheek but this time it was happiness. Not only had I found acceptance with Michelle, but her closest friend now knew our biggest secret and her actions, her words and now this look all told me that what we were doing together was only bringing us closer together. At this moment, with nary a word exchanged, I felt closer to both Carly and Michelle than I ever had... and by extension Mike as well. This thought led me to consider that now Mike is the only one who ostensibly had no clue what was going on with our choice of underwear. I still clung to the thought that he would not find out now, if ever, about any of this but I still felt a closeness to him and Carly that confirmed these are the kinds of friends you find once in a lifetime. I wiped the tear from my cheek and continued getting ready for dinner. The next few hours were pretty typical for us. A great home-cooked meal, lots of laughter and good-natured ribbing of one another followed by a movie in the family room. Carly and I had a couple more brief moments alone and each time she slapped me on my behind. After the third time she had done this I spun around and said, "Really? Really? Dude!" "What?" she looked at me innocently. "I think its kinda sweet. Besides, it's not like you felt that." "Doesn't mean I want you whacking me on my butt all the time, though". "I know" she said. "I'll be nice. I've just been thinking about how cute you guys must look together when you're all alone with your diapers on." "Well, yes, I guess it is kinda cute. Michelle is really cute in her diapers, anyway. I think I look like a buffoon in a diaper, especially when I'm wet". "Oh come on, I'll bet you look pretty studly flexing your big man muscles with a soggy diaper taped around your waist". She couldn't resist it. Carly, much like Michelle, is a big smart aleck. This, for as long as I've known her, actually constituted her being "nice". "Manly? I can't think of anything that would be less manly, can you?" I said in disbelief. "Jeff, your underwear is not what makes you manly. You should know that by now. It's the way you do what's right even when no one is looking. It's the way you protect and look out for Michelle. It's the way you're friends with Mike and are there for him when he needs you." "Thanks, Carly. That means a lot to me. I guess I'm pretty self-conscious that you know this about me and I had hoped this whole diaper thing wouldn't make you see me or Michelle any differently". "Jeff, look. I don't pretend to fully understand what the attraction is to diapers. And yah, I guess when I think hard about it I do think it seems sorta weird. But then I remember very quickly who you and Michelle are as people and your underwear doesn't mean much to me other than it seems to help the two people I care most about get more in touch with each other." "I don't understand it either Carly. Michelle and I both have our issues with what having had accidents have meant to us in our past and I don't know that either one of us fully have a handle on it now. Michelle can still get pretty upset when she wakes up wet in the morning and obviously my accident earlier tonight kinda shook me up. Seems like it's something we're still exploring at this point." Carly gave me a hug and said "Don't worry so much about it. You and Michelle need to learn to just go with your guts once-in-a-while". Then, predictably, she swatted me on the butt and walked off toward the kitchen. Michelle walked up just then and asked what Carly and I had been talking about. I replied, "She told me in a word that I need to 'lighten the hell up'." With that I grabbed Michelle and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on her mouth and then on her forehead. She giggled and said, "You big Goofus" and followed Carly into the kitchen. The evening was winding down and it was about time that Michelle and I headed home. We thanked Mike and Carly for another wonderful evening and made some plans to join up with them on Sunday for a movie out at the new theater complex in town. I wrapped my arm around Michelle as we made our way out to my car. Carly of course, could not resist one last whack on my backside which made 3 of the 4 of us laugh. Mike was mostly just confused as to why that was so funny but seemed to figure that he must have just missed out on an inside joke from earlier in the evening. Carly lets out with, "Good night guys. Now don't go changin'!" with a stupid smirk on her face. Michelle and I turned around simultaneously and looked at her with a look on our faces... "Really?" I sat down in the seat of my car in what was now a much soggier and significantly heavier diaper. I still felt pretty comfortable given how wet I was but I was starting to think that being dry again would be better. Michelle bent over to get in the other side of the car and I instantly got a whiff of what had been going one while she'd been standing at the car saying goodnight to our friends. "Been holding that in for a while have ya? I asked as she gingerly sat down next to me. She looked at me as she sat and made what looked like a "little girl face". By this I mean that she had a look about her where she wasn't exactly in trouble but had clearly done something maybe she shouldn't have. Once she was all the way down, she wiggled her butt ever so slightly and said, "Ok, lets go". We both chuckled a bit and then I hit the accelerator hard so it would make her have to move in her seat to hold on. Michelle back-handed me on my arm and screamed, "You jerk! It's going up my back! Knock it off!" ... To Be Continued ...