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Hi DailyDi, I was not aware of that. (Though I knew Amazon sold Ebooks) I've always enjoyed writing on the "Story Time" board here but I've been seriously considering writing an Ebook. Its a narrow audience that appreciates AB/DL fiction but maybe there are more of us out there than we know? I'd just hate to go through all the trouble to write a book no one would read. Any info or advice is greatly appreciated.

Lol, true but diapers in a DIAPER LOVER (DL) story is kind of a given.

In your opinion, what elements, themes, events, or characters are a MUST for you (as a reader) when enjoying an AB/DL story ?

I've written a bit on DD, and plan to continue. But I've been seriously considering writing an AB/DL Ebook. I have an idea in my head and (based on some kind compliments I've received over the years on DD) I think I could write a really enjoyable story.

The answer to your question is ABSOLUTELY NOT. Depression doesn't create a desire to wear diapers. Depression and a DL fetish are separate.

This is a question for the people out there who mess.

Been doing some reading lately on the creator of this comic book character and its VERY interesting. Among other things, I learned that infantalism actually appears in the comic book stories! I can't say I've ever heard of DLs or ABs *EVER* being mentioned in mainstream comic books.

Hi, fellow DLs. Just wanted to see if anyone had experimented with sizes before.

Hi, fellow DLs. Just wanted to see if anyone had experimented with sizes before.

"I am curious, are there any AB/DL's that actually don't like wearing them but do anyway because they feel compelled to? I have seen some people say they want to get rid of this and wished they didn't like them so it makes me wonder."

Thanks for all the kind words. I'm glad everyone found the story enjoyable to read.

Sam couldn't help but frown to himself, knowing full well that he was going to have to endure a messy diaper change without Jess.

I'm sorry in advance for any grammar errors. I wrote this a bit late in the evening.

Here's the second to last update for 'Sam and Jess'. The other one isn't far behind it.

Hey guys, sorry again for the delay. I'm not positive but, most likely, this story will be done within 2-3 updates. Thanks for being patient with the snails' pace of updates recently.

Sorry for any confusion. I know that updates on this story have become pretty rare. But it has not quite ended yet.

"You might want to look at the thread topic again. 'attractive to' and 'attracted to' are very different terms."

This post is addressed to the guys on the board. (And I believe a pretty large majority of ABs and DLs are male)

What happened after their passionate experience was a bit of a blur. Sam couldn't remember a time when he'd felt more relaxed. He lay there, curled up with his knees to his chest laying there under the covers in only his t shirt and his fresh, clean diaper. Sam loved the feeling of a dry diaper. Resting his head on his beautiful wife's shoulder, he inhaled the sweet smell of her hair. He didn't know what kind of shampoo she used but she smelled great. At one point, he heard her pick up the phone. She said something but he wasn't paying attention. His eyes were closed but he wasn't asleep... just very relaxed. At one point, he figured she must have been ordering room service. But he didn't care what she ordered. He knew Jess would take charge and select something for him... and he didn't care. Eventually, she hung up the phone. She felt her kiss him on his forehead.

Having just woken up and still feeling a little groggy, Sam leaned in to kiss his wife. But it was too late. She just tussled his hair as she stood up and proceeded over to his suitcase. She pulled out a box of baby wipes, some baby powder, and a clean diaper before proceeding over to the bed. Sam, still sitting at the top of the bed, just watched her as she set the supplies down. Now kneeling down, she just looked over at him and patted the edge of the bed, waiting for him to come over. Sam slowly climbed out of bed and waddled over to the edge, before sitting down. Jess opened the tub of wipes and set it down next to him.

"Its so easy, when one is an AB, to assume everyone who feels as they do must also be an AB"

"So Jess has an anxiety disorder? I wouldn't have guessed. I hope she gets put on some pills for it."

Okay, its my understanding that there are a larger number of men who are ABs and DLs. While some posters may dispute this, I have a strong feeling that a majority of this community is men. Even still... I think all ABs and DLs will find this piece of writing I posted below VERY interesting.

Yeah... Shelby was definately designed to be an annoying character. Its sort of left up to the readers to determine whats going on inside her head. She gets along well with Jess because she is one of the few people on earth who is actually MORE uptight than Jess is. The fact that you are annoyed by Shelby is totally understandable. I guess I was trying to show just how badly Sam needed this vacation. As for Jess - I'm not sure its as simple as you put it. Sure, she wants to be in control. But Jess has real issues with anxiety and stress in her life. Thats one reason why she is so high strung. And sleeping in the same bed with someone who soaks it constantly isn't exactly easy. Its not so much that Jess "gets off" on controlling Sam like this... but rather that she genuinely believes that they are both better off with him in diapers - and it assuages a lot of her anxiety. Anyway, the story goes on. Hope everyone is having a good holiday. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam just laid there on his stomach, his head resting on his forearm, watching Jess pace back and forth in the open field; cell phone still pressed up against her ear. She wasn't close enough for him to hear what she was saying, but every once and a while, she would throw one of her arms out in front of her, as if she was trying to make her point through some kind of expressive hand gesture... even though she was on the phone. As he lay there in the warm sun, he could only wonder what they were talking about. He could only hope that it didn't stress her out too much. They were finally having a stress free vacation and her office called. That was just his luck. What could be taking them so long? For a moment, in all the waiting, Sam actually forgot about his loaded diaper. But the momentary lapse in memory was short lived. As he moved to sit up, getting onto his knees, the warm mess shifted inside his diaper. He needed to be changed... badly. On his knees now, he felt a slight urge to pee just before the warm, tiny dribble began. The pee trickled over his balls for a second before getting absorbed somewhere in his very full diaper. Now on his knees, trying not to sit down, he started to get anxious for a change. Jess was always so good about changing him IMMEDIATELY after he messed. Glancing at his watch, he saw it must have been 10 minutes since he filled his diaper. Not very long... but longer than he usually went. He contemplated going up to Jess and asking her to get off the phone, but he didn't want to stress her out more than she already was... and he DEFINITELY didn't want to get mad at him when the vacation was going so well. Still... resting all his weight on his knees was getting uncomfortable quick. A naughty idea entered his mind. There was a feeling that Sam recalled... a feeling that he always enjoyed despite feeling guilty about it afterwards... a feeling that was gross, naughty, bad, and yet so good - the feeling of simply sitting down in a full diaper. More than anything, he always felt guilty about the fact that Jess was the one who had to clean it up - more than for any other reason. Sometimes it didn't seem fair. For Sam, USING his diapers was the easy part. And it could even be enjoyable sometimes too. Changing them must have been a chore... not that he would know much about that firsthand. But then again, it wasn't as if diapers had been his idea. Jess was the one who made him wear them and INSISTED on being the one who changed them. Taking as long as she was, she couldn't have expected him to permanently stay on his stomach or his knees the whole time. And he'd have to at least be on his back to get changed anyway. Kneeling there, he stared at his gorgeous wife. The black tights she was wearing showed off all her curves: her long but athletic legs... up to her broad hips... not to mention her round, toned butt. It wasn't like Sam could ever wear tights without showing off every piece of bulging padding that covered him below the waist. It wasn't that he wanted to wear tights by any means.... it was just the thought that everything in his wardrobe had to be as baggy as possible, but Jess' clothes were just the opposite. Everything was so tight, showing off every curve on her beautiful body. As Sam slowly began to sit down, he could only stare at his wife's beautiful butt.... before being instantly reminded of the mess on his own. The warm poop spread out over his butt and between his legs as he sat down. He began to feel himself getting hard almost immediately... then the guilt set in. It was something in the deep recesses of his mind telling him that what he'd just done wasn't okay... like a remnant left over from his potty training struggles as a toddler. In a way it made sense. Sam was really "potty training" and wearing diapers in some fashion until age 5, despite his mom's best efforts. It made sense he would retain some memory, some guilt. It was ironic. In those days, accidents, and especially a mess like the one he'd just made... were something to be frowned upon, to be ashamed of. But now, he knew he had NOTHING to fear... apart from waiting a little extra time for a change. Sitting there, in his own mess, his member pressing up against the warm, damp inside of his full diaper.... all while he watched his gorgeous wife pace back and forth. She was the one who he needed most... the one who would make him clean and whole again. He glanced at the blue diaper bag sitting next to him by the blanket. All his supplies were in arm's reach. But even assuming he'd been ALLOWED to change himself, he wouldn't have even known where to begin. His guilt hadn't stopped him from rubbing the front of his diaper, gently thrusting up against the thick padding as his dirty rear end slipped back and forth. Jess was so involved in her phone conversation, she wasn't even looking at him. He wondered if, with enough effort, he might be able to cum in his diaper before Jess got back to change him. All his rubbing had gotten his heart rate up. He felt just slightly out of breath. Taking a deep breath, he got a whiff of the mess he had just made. The guilt returned instantly. He had to get Jess' attention. Once he caught his breath a little and managed to calm himself down, he resolved to go get her attention. Standing up, he once again felt the load in his sagging diaper. Feeling self concious, he ran his hand along the leg of his sweatpants, worried about any possible leaks or blowouts. But his diaper had kept everything contained. Waddling over to Jess, the mess shifting with every step, Sam realized that he wasn't sure what he was going to say. Jess glanced at him as he walked up to her. "Everything okay?" asked Sam. Jess only rolled her eyes, clearly ready to end the conversation on the other line. She stroked her husband's back a little as she continued talking. "Yes maam, I understand. Yeah. Okay, well I'll call you back in a little while. I'll talk to you soon.... okay. Bye." "That was a long call." said Sam, instantly regretting his statement, worrying it would sound like a complaint. "I told them I was on vacation this weekend. They had some kind of computer crash. They need my help sorting everything out. I'm sorry to leave you for so long, sweetie. I was just gonna give you a few minutes to finish doing your business and time got away from me. Come on, lets change you out of that messy diaper." "Here?" asked Sam, only now realizing that he was going to be changed in a 'public' place. "You've been in that messy diaper for way too long. Its time to change ya." she said, taking his hand. Sam glanced around the field, surrounded by the tallest pine trees. There wasn't another person in sight... but that didn't mean that no one could show up. Sam cringed as he saw a trail map on wooden posts at the far end of the field, no doubt to guide hikers in the area. As Jess led him back to the blanket, his heart rate began to increase. Sitting down earlier would guarantee this would be a long change. But he had no choice. Jess was right. There was no way he was hiking all the way back to the hotel in his condition. He flinched as Jess slid his sweatpants down to around his ankles. She pressed up on the heavy droop of his wet and messy diaper. She stepped behind him for a moment, lifting his t shirt and pulling the waistband of his diaper back to see the undertaking that she had in front of her. "Okay, lay down." she said. Sam laid back on the towel as she knelt down in front of him, opening up the diaper bag and laying out the supplies right next to him. She opened up the wipe package and set a tube of diaper rash cream down next to him along with a brand new folded diaper. Sam had never been so happy to see a new diaper. The anxiety about a 'public', outdoor change seemed to pass as he felt Jess' cool hands rolling up his t shirt, exposing his tummy. He'd been clean soon. He was starting to feel a little naked in the cool winter air, but the bright, mountain sunshine kept it comfortable. Jess took a deep breath. "Okay, lets get you all clean." she said. Pulling 4 baby wipes from their plastic package, Jess then began ripping open the tapes of his diaper. As she pulled it open, Sam felt the cool mountain air on his damp balls and penis. Jess grabbed his feet and lifted then up, way up until his legs were almost completely vertical. Sam grabbed onto his legs, holding them as high as he could. He wanted to make sure Jess had enough room. It was always a little awkward when he had shoes, socks, and and pants around his legs. It was even heavier with his hiking boots. He was glad he had the help. After Jess wiped his butt with the front of the diaper, Sam now felt the wipes. They were ice cold in the mountain air but he welcomed them. He'd been in this diaper way too long. As he held firmly onto his legs, he stared at the puffy white clouds as they floated in the clear blue sky above him. The air outdoors was beginning to feel pretty chilly on his damp butt but it felt like Jess was making real progress. As she swiped the last few cold, damp wipes between his butt crack, he knew he was clean. "Sorry I left you in a poopy diaper for so long. That couldn't have been comfortable." she said. "Its okay... it wasn't that bad." said Sam. Sam instantly regretted saying that. He never wanted Jess to think that he didn't mind a messy diaper. In truth, he really DIDN'T mind... but he didn't want Jess to know that. He didn't want her to think that the very same methodical chore for her was always enjoyable, even sensual, for him. "Be patient with me a second because we're gonna use lots of diaper rash cream on you." Sam sighed hearing this, flinching as he felt the icy lotion being applied thoroughly to his butt... then over his crotch, between his cheeks, then across his cheeks. The gentle dusting of the baby powder seemed to signal that the change was almost over... but even that Jess didn't skimp on. Sam breathed a sigh of relief hearing the crinkling of Jess unfolding his new diaper and sliding it beneath. He felt her hands grabbing his ankles. "Okay, we're all done." she said, gently guiding his legs down. Again, he was grateful for her help. His legs had cramped up a little after holding them for so long and the added weight of his boots was a lot to handle. After setting his legs down on the ground, he felt her quickly pull the front panel of the diaper up, taping it in place. He breathed another sigh of relief. As she began sliding his sweatpants back up, Sam lifted his butt an inch off the ground for her as she slid them around his waist. He then glanced down by his side to see Jess sealing a large plastic ziplock bag before getting up and walking behind him. There was a small metal garbage bin sitting next to the trail map on wooden posts on the other end of the field. Jess strode confidently over to the bin where she disposed of his old diaper. Sam sat up on the towel. He smiled feeling the comfy, dry padding underneath his rear end... it was a wonderful feeling. It told him that, despite the huge mess he'd just made, he was now cleaner than ever. He was nice and dry. But most of all... he was still protected... ready for anything. He watched for a moment as his wife stood there, hands on her hips, as if studying the map for a moment. Then she started back towards him. She knelt down and packed up the baby wipes, the diaper rash cream, and the baby powder in his diaper bag before sitting back down next to her husband. "Sweetie, I apologize for leaving you there for so long. Time just got away from me." "Oh, it was fine I mean, no big deal." said Sam. "Yeah I know, but when you make a mess in your diaper, you should be able to count on me to get you cleaned up." she said. "Well, I mean, you did so... thanks I guess." "Oh honey, you don't have to thank me. Its my job." she said with a smile. Sam blushed, smiling just a little. He liked the idea that Jess saw taking care of him more as her duty as a wife... rather than the tedious chore Sam imagined it must have been. "Anyway, I'm just happy you're all clean again. Bet you're glad to be in a fresh diaper, huh?" "Well, yeah actually I am." said Sam, as if it wasn't totally obvious to him. "Sweetie, can I ask you a question?" said Jess, putting her arm around his shoulder, gently stroking his back. "Uh, sure." said Sam. "Does being in diapers I mean, you know, 24/7... does that really bother you? I know you get a little embarrassed sometimes and I know that but I mean does it really, really bother you? Do you like, lay in bed at night just dreaming of how great it would be to wear underwear again wherever you go?" Sam hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure what she was getting at or why she was asking. And the talk about underwear had really thrown him off a lot. In short, the answer to her question was NO. But he didn't want to be that blunt. The funny thing about it was that he'd been wishing he could wear pull ups shortly before they left for this trip... a request that had been denied outright. But underwear? He couldn't say he'd thought a lot about it. He actually didn't like the idea of going for too long without protection. He'd wanted the pull ups just so he could have more independence. But even his day in pull ups, at home, had been pretty nerve wracking and unpleasant. And if he'd been wearing pull ups here - now - they probably wouldn't have offered him anything near the same level of protection. Sam cringed thinking about what might have happened... out in nature... so far away from the hotel... without REAL protection. He tried to carefully craft an answer. "No, I mean, I guess its not that big of a deal. I mean... I'll be honest I hated it at first. I mean, at first, it was just... it really sucked. And that one time coming back from vacation when I went... you know... when we were in the car?" "You pooped your pants, I remember." said Jess, as if she was all too eager to remind him. "Um... yeah. Anyway, for a while it was just like... awful really." said Sam. "I could have guessed that was how you felt. I could tell you were really grumpy when we first put you back in diapers. But I'll be honest with you Sam, waking up in the winter to a soaking wet bed isn't that much fun either... not to mention coming home to a husband who fell asleep on the couch and soaked it. You know... that didn't exactly put me in the greatest mood." "I know, I know. You're right, I mean... Jess, you don't know how grateful I was that.... when you found out I was a bed wetter, that you stayed with me. No girl I dated was as great about it as you were." "I never wanted you to feel guilty about it, Sam... I just wanted to help you deal with it. I hope you know that." said Jess. "I know, I know... and I'm glad." said Sam, looking at his wife again with a small and grateful smile. "And as for daytime... well, lets face it, you never had a very strong bladder. And every trip we took out in public, I just felt nervous the whole day that you were going to just soak your pants in the middle of the mall or somewhere and just get so embarrassed. I know you didn't want that. And car trips where we were stopping every 20 minutes, it was just... well, lets just say it wasn't that fun for me. And even at home... I mean, I know you did the best that you could but... the bathroom wasn't always the cleanest. I mean, I would wake up in your pee and then end up sitting in it because you forgot to wipe the seat and... I don't know. I guess I'm just really glad we finally started to deal with it." "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Jess. I really am. And now you have to change my diapers all the time like some little baby." "Wait a second honey. I've told you, changing your diapers doesn't bother me one bit. I'm happy to do it." "Seriously?" asked Sam. "Yes! Sweetie, come here." Jess pulled him in for a big hug. "You'll always be that sweet boy I married. I love you. And I love you even more now that you're dealing with your problem... and that you're not too proud to admit that you need a little help dealing with it. And I'm happy to help. Sam I'm just telling you this so you understand why I put you back in diapers... I'm not telling you all this so you'll feel guilty." "I... I understand why. I know. And... I love you too." said Sam. Jess wrapped her arms around him again, kissing him on the cheek. "Ready to head back?" she asked. Sam nodded.

There will be several more updates before it ends. The ending isn't going to be immediate. But this story is of Sam's journey to being in diapers 24/7 and the mending of his relationship with his wife. That journey is nearing its end. But they aren't quite there yet. Remember, this story has been going on for about two years. As always, I appreciate all the kind words about the story. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With Jess out of the room, Sam once again felt the urge to touch himself, just for a second. But hearing the bathroom toilet flush brought him back to reality. And that was okay. He was starting to get hungry. When Jess emerged from the bathroom, he suggested that they go to the hotel restaurant. Sam wasn't too eager to venture out into town, unsure if there would be a place to change him. To his surprise, Jess didn't even grab his diaper bag on the way out the door. But he figured that it made enough sense, since the room wouldn't be far off. The host at the restaurant brought to a small wooden table for two against the large, panoramic windows of the hotel. The two didn't say much to each other. Sam just stared out the window, squinting to see the landscape in the bright midday sun. It was an incredible view. The jagged mountain peeks barely had any snow on them apart from a tiny white dusting. There was a forest of tall pine trees at the base of the mountain, some short tan grass, and even a few smaller trees with some tiny yellow leaves still clinging to the branches. It was winter... but Sam had expected to see more snow. Part of him wanted to walk right out to the restaurant and bask in the sunshine. "You okay?" asked Jess with a smile. "Uh, yeah, why?" asked Sam. "You just seemed a little out of it. Almost... preoccupied with something. And you weren't making your potty face so I was just wonderin." "Its just... a beautiful view." he said. "Yeah it is, isn't it? I wasn't expecting the weather to be this nice. But I brought your hiking boots with us just in case. You wanna go for a walk after lunch?" "Sure." said Sam excitedly. He'd never been too adventurous but the thought of getting some fresh air was nice. And it was better than getting dragged around town shopping for souvenirs. Sam knew that would probably happen too at some point, he just didn't want it to be right now. Sam felt a little more pee dribble out into his warming diaper as the waitress arrived, placing their food on the table. Sam always felt he was being so inconspicuous. And to most people, he usually was. He was certain that, at the very least, the waitress had no idea that he was peeing himself. But sure enough, just as he looked up, he could see Jess making eye contact with him, a small but almost mischievous grin on her face. He couldn't hide what he was doing from her. "What?" he asked. "Nothing you're just cute thats all." she said. Sam could feel her foot touching his leg under the table. He smiled. When they paid for their meal, they got up and proceeded back to their room. Jess upzipped Sam's suitcase, the one she had packed the previous day. She retried a small pair of hiking boots and a jacket. Sam sat down on the bed, slipping off his sneakers and sliding his feet into the brown boots and lacing them up. "And... we should probably change you before we go." "Oh... okay." said Sam. "You can keep your boots on if you want, its not a big deal." "Um, okay." said Sam. Sam hadn't even thought about but, now that she mentioned it, his warm, bulging diaper was feeling pretty wet. In some ways, he was glad that Jess was now responsible for handling his diapers. He was often so absent minded. Had Jess not mentioned it, he probably would have left the room in his wet diaper, only to regret it later. But Jess was always so detail oriented. She was always thinking. Sometimes this side of her personality got annoying, but when it came to his diapers, it was exactly what he needed. In well over a year of wearing diapers, he'd never had so much as a leak or a case of diaper rash. Sam had been daydreaming, but his mind came straight back to reality when he saw his wife unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down. Underneath she was sporting a pair of pink satin panties. He couldn't help but stare. She smiled at him slightly before stepping into a pair of black tights. "I think I'll be warm enough in these. Its pretty nice out today." she said, pulling them around her waist. Sam nodded. Jess opened up the small blue backpack sitting next to him on the bed and retrieved a clean diaper, unfolding it and setting it next to him. She then pulled her brown hair back into a pony tail, no doubt preparing herself for their hike... and her husband's more immediate diaper change. Before Sam knew it, she was sliding down his sweatpants and untaping his diaper. She pushed back on his shoulders and he laid back. He was so used to being changed on the floor at home, laying on the bed was a welcome change of pace. She grabbed her husband by the ankles, lifting his legs into position. Sam then grabbed his knees. This was becoming more and more common. He figured it was just easier for her to grab his legs and begin lifting them herself rather than telling him when to grab his legs. She hadn't even laid down a towel but there was no need to. His diaper was a little wet but there was hardly any risk of harming the bed. Sam glanced up at Jess when he felt the cool baby wipes. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like she was giving his balls a little extra attention. At any rate, he could feel himself starting to get hard. But as quickly as she had started wiping him, she stopped and slid his clean diaper under his butt. A quick sprinkling of baby powder and Sam sat his butt down. She quickly pulled the diaper closed around his genitals and taped it snugly in place. Sam stood up, his pants still around his ankles. Before he had time to think, Jess slid them up to his waist and tugged gently on the drawstring, tightening them a little. He tried to ignore the slight feeling of arousal that still persisted inside his fresh new diaper. 'LATER' he tried to tell himself. He'd been feeling a little... 'eager' since he woke up but he tried to tell himself that now was the time to just enjoy the vacation. Jess slipped a sweatshirt over her head before grabbing Sam's jacket. "And don't forget your jacket." said Jess, now standing behind him holding his jacket open. Jess' dressing him was starting to get a little annoying. But at least she let go of the jacket as soon as he slipped his first arm into the sleeve. He watched as Jess placed two water bottles in the outside pocket of his diaper bag. She then pulled a small rolled up blanket and slipped it into the top of the bag before throwing it over her shoulder. Seeing that it looked a bit heavier than usual, Sam suddenly felt a little lazy. "You know, uh, you don't always have to carry that. I mean, I could, you know." "You're sweet. But its not that bad really. And besides, diapering you is MY responsibility. Just being prepared." Sam nodded. He couldn't help but think that they didn't really NEED the bag. He'd be fine without it. After all, she had just changed him. But he didn't argue. He knew Jess was cautious by nature. If anything, Sam figured taking that bag with them would put HER mind at ease. They stepped out into the sunshine, walking across the patio of the restaurant. Sam thought about how nice it would be for them to come back during the summer and eat lunch outside. They walked down a small set of wooden stairs out into a field. There was a small dirt trail that seemed to lead into the grove of pine trees. Considering the gigantic peaks in the background, the land in front of them was actually quite flat. Sam followed behind Jess as they walked into the grove of pine trees, their thick green branches providing shade from the bright afternoon sun. They were walking uphill but it was hardly a steep incline. Sam couldn't help but stare at his wife's butt. When he squinted, the outline of her panties seemed to just barely show through the thin, tight fabric of her black tights. As silly as it seemed, Sam felt as if each outfit or pair of pants she wore seemed designed to flaunt the fact that she didn't have to wear diapers... though he knew they were probably just designed to show off her beautiful curves... which Sam certainly didn't mind. As they pressed upward, Sam felt a heaviness in his stomach. Not a cramp exactly but he knew his body was telling him that he had to go. He couldn't bare the thought of asking Jess to turn back and go back to their room, especially on such a beautiful day. Even if they did, it was doubtful she'd let him use the toilet there. Still, it would be more private than out here. But Sam realized that, before too long, he could ask them to stop for a break. Just sitting down on a rock for a few minutes would surely ease the minor discomfort he felt. And it wasn't exactly urgent. He might make it back to the hotel... maybe. Still Sam realized that he was stressing way too much. After all, he knew his wife had come prepared for just such a scenario. And what was the point of wearing diapers if he never took advantage of the convenience factor? He pushed the minor anxiety out of his mind and realized that, no matter what, he was protected. And it wasn't like it was an 'emergency' anyway. As they reached the top of the small hill, Sam saw something beyond the dense forrest of pines. He couldn't quite make it out but it looked like the dense forrest might actually be coming to an end. After another few minutes, they finally came to a large clearing; a field of short tan grass at the base of the rocky cliffs of the mountain. Surrounded by pine trees on three sides, up against the rock, the place felt so secluded, even though it probably wasn't more than two or three miles from the hotel. "Gorgeous isn't it?" smiled Jess. "Yeah, like our own little hidden spot." said Sam. Jess looked at him, smiled again, and took his hand. They walked through the field, hand in hand. It was as if Jess was leading him somewhere... like she knew exactly where she was going. But Sam didn't care. He was happy. And the view in front of them was nothing short of majestic. And best of all, there wasn't a single other person in sight. Had there been anyone else, they certainly would have noticed his awkward waddle on the uneven ground. His balance was pretty good but his gate with the thick padding between his legs probably would have been noticeable. Finally, Jess stopped and set down the diaper bag. Opening up the top, she pulled out the rolled up blanket and set it down on the ground, spreading it out on the soft grass. "Wanna rest our legs for a bit?" she asked. "Sure." smiled Sam. With that, the two of them sat down. Sam hadn't ever thought about it before but the thick padding in the seat of his diaper actually served as a natural cushion. Sitting on the ground would have surely been a little LESS comfortable had he been in underwear. Jess pulled their bottles of water out and handed one to Sam. Unscrewing the cap, Sam took a cold refreshing drink of water. He'd been parched. Jess put her arm around him, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. Sam turned to her. For a few seconds, the two just stared into each other's eyes. Sam leaned in and kissed her on the lips... slow at first, then a little deeper. Jess kissed him back, pulling him a little closer to her. They leaned back on the blanket, kissing each other even more deeply now. Sam was now on his back, his wife's warm body leaning on his, placing her elbow on the ground to brace herself. Jess finally pulled away from their close little lip lock. She smiled at him. "I love you." she said. "I love you too." said Sam. She sat up a little on the blanket, crossing her legs and taking another sip of water. Sam decided to sit up too. As he did, that feeling in his stomach from before seemed to rush back tenfold. It still wasn't an 'emergency' exactly... but he suddenly felt less confident that he would be making it back to the hotel. "You okay, sweetie?" asked Jess, placing her hand on his knee. "Oh, um... yeah, fine." said Sam unconvincingly. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Uh... yeah... why?" "Because you just had a look on your face like you were worried about something." said Jess. "Um, no. Its nothing." he said. "Oh honey, you can tell me." she said taking his hand again. "I just don't wanna ruin the moment. Its like, right now is so... I don't know... romantic." "It is, isn't it. But you won't ruin the moment sweetie. Just tell me whats bothering you." "Its just that I have to go... you know." "Thats okay, sweetie. Just relax. I can even change you if you're wet. Come to think of it, you're due for a diaper check I think." "No, its not that. Its just... I have to go... the other way." "Oh you have to poop." she said, as if a lightbulb had turned on in her mind. Sam immediately felt self conscious, glancing over his shoulder. Jess giggled. "Sam, no one's here. Its just you and me, okay? And don't worry so much. Just relax, okay?" "Really?" "Yeah, its fine. Come here." She scooted closer to him, sitting down right behind him. She spread her legs and slid a few inches closer to her husband, gently massaging his back. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "Just relax... take a deep breath." Sam inhaled... then exhaled, the feeling in his stomach still persisting. Jess then placed one hand on Sam's shoulder before sliding her other arm around his waist. "Just relax" she said, gently massaging his tummy. The feeling in Sam's stomach got worse for a moment, then subsided. He leaned back, falling into his wife's arms, putting one hand on her knee to steady himself. She kissed him on the top of his head, continuing to massage his lower stomach, even sliding her hand under his t shirt onto his bare skin. The gentle massage continued as she even slipped her firm fingers just below the snug waistband of his diaper. "Hows that feel?" she asked. "Uh... good." said Sam. He was beginning to get a little hard again, in spite of - or maybe, in part, because of- the feeling in his stomach. She then placed her hands on his shoulders pushing him back into an upright position. "Just take it easy, okay? Don't mind me. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable a second longer than you have to. Just let go... get it all out." "Okay" said Sam timidly. Sitting with his butt on the ground and his legs crossed was now just about the only thing keeping Sam in control. Jess sat down beside him. For a moment he felt like there was now pressure to perform. Like he had to do something. But he didn't want to get up. Even though she'd seen it all before, Sam couldn't help but feel a little awkward. He contemplated running off into the trees for a moment for privacy, but he knew he wouldn't make it. He imagined that Jess must be wondering what was taking him so long. Finally, Sam got up the courage to uncross his legs and get onto his knees. For a second, he felt some warm pee dribble out then, almost immediately, he lost control loading his diaper with a large warm mess. Jess stroked his back a little. "Its okay... just get it all out... you're doin fine." she whispered. Sam didn't say anything. His stomach already felt much better... but more was coming. Now feeling a little warm, Sam slipped off his jacket and set it down on the blanket. It was winter but the sun was brighter than ever. Now not caring about what Jess would think, Sam leaned forward putting his hands on the ground to steady himself. Now on all fours, on his hands and knees, he gave a small push, forcing more warm poop into the seat of his diaper. He grunted softly before he felt another trickle of warm pee going into his diaper. He was then startled by the sound of a ringing cell phone. It was Jess' phone. She pulled it out of the small pocket on the outside of his diaper bag. "Its work, I'm sorry honey I gotta take this. Just relax okay, I'll only be a second. Take your time, okay?" Sam nodded, now realizing how silly he must have looked there on his hands and knees. But as Jess stood up, he realized he could at least get a little privacy. With one more push, he was finally finished. And his diaper was VERY full. Now the hard part would be finding a comfortable way to sit down. He opted to just lay face down on the blanket for a moment. He had to get off his feet, or at least, off his knees. He watched Jess as she paced back and forth. She must have been 10 to 15 feet from their little blanket. By her body language, he could tell she looked stressed. She should have just turned her phone off. They were on vacation. She didn't need to deal with work calls.