NewGuy20

Thanks for all the compliments, guys. And SallyKAT, thats probably one of the nicest compliments I've ever recieved about a story I've written. Thanks to everyone for waiting so patiently, I know I go forever without any updates. I'm gonna try to finish this story by the end of the year here. (Hopefully real soon) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam awoke to the buzzing of the alarm clock on his nightstand. Rolling over in bed, he hit the snooze button, feeling the cool damp bulge of his diaper under the covers. Jess was nowhere to be found. He knew he would have to get out of bed soon if he wanted to get changed. And he knew Jess had planned for them to leave "bright and early" so he'd have to get moving. Slowly he sat up in bed, contemplating what he might need for the trip. Jess had packed a suitcase full of clothes for him the previous night. He'd thought about protesting but he'd been too tired to argue. He was just glad he didn't have to worry about it. Still... he couldn't help but wonder if there was anything special he could grab at the last minute... a sweater, a nice jacket, a book to read. Yawning, he climbed out of bed and waddled over to the small desk in the corner of their bedroom, his wet diaper sagging between his legs. He grabbed a pile of some work papers that he had printed out the previous day. Just some boring reports. On the one hand, he didn't want to bring work with him on vacation but it would give him something to read during the drive. But his life felt like it was becoming more like a toddlers in recent days. He wanted some memento of the adult world. Sure, he was a grown man. But all the time with Shelby there that week, practically babysitting him, hadn't been easy. And then there was the incident with the pull ups... the pull ups, Sam thought. He waddled over to the closet and slid the door open, looking inside. Most of the space inside was Jess' clothes: a blouse, a pantsuit for work, more clothes... but there they were... on the upper shelf in the corner - his opened, half full package of pull ups. Actually, they were technically 'incontinence briefs'... at any rate, they were different from the giant, bulky, crinkling things that he usually wore. He knew Jess hadn't been planning on taking the pull ups with them but maybe he should ask? After all, they might come in handy if they were hanging around town or stuck in the room. This might be the second chance he was looking for. Jess seemed like, in spite of the stress of packing, she was in a pretty good mood. At least she had been the night before. Sam waddled into the kitchen where Jess stood, cooking something on the stove. She stood there in a pretty green sweater and a pair of tight jeans, her brown hair up in a cute pony tail. She'd put on her make up. She was ready to leave... unlike Sam who had literally just rolled out of bed. "Hey, you're just in time. I'm making some eggs. You hungry?" she asked "Uh, I'll probably just eat light... piece of toast or something." "You sure?" she asked. "Yeah." said Sam. "Okay, I'll get that toast started for ya." she said, putting bread in the toaster before stepping out of the kitchen. "Good morning, cutie." she said smiling and kissing Sam on the cheek. Sam blushed. Jess glanced down at his diaper. "Oh honey, you're soaked. Why didn't you say anything? Come on, we'll change ya real quick before breakfast." she said, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. He laid down on the floor and she quickly ripped open his diaper and began wiping him down. "So uh... Jess.... I um..." Sam tried to begin his pitch but kept hesitating awkwardly as she began wiping his balls with the cool baby wipes. Oblivious, Jess stood up with his folded wet diaper in hand and walked over to the diaper genie to throw it away. She then knelt down next to him again and unfolded a clean diaper before his eyes. "So, um, Jess I was thinking..." said Sam as she began to sprinkle that sweet, fresh smelling powder on him before sliding the new diaper underneath. "What were you thinking, honey?" she asked, preoccupied with the task in front of her. "Well... I um... I was just gonna ask if I..." Sam hesitated again as Jess pulled up the front panel of his diaper before taping it snugly in place. He took a deep breath. "I was thinking maybe like, we could take those pull ups on the trip and I could, you know, wear those..." Jess sighed. "Sweetie, we just got you diapered. Its gonna be a long drive." "I know, I know. And its okay. I wasn't asking to wear them, like, the whole time. Maybe just... for some of the trip." Jess pursed her lips and sighed again. "Sam, I really thought we were past this." she said, wiping her hands down with a baby wipe. "Past what?" asked Sam, sitting up in only his t shirt and new clean diaper. "Past arguing about you wearing your protection. I said you'd be diapered on this trip, didn't I?" "Yeah." "Look Sam. We tried pull ups. And it was... I'll just be honest, it was kind of a disaster. Remember the last time we went on a trip together? Back when you were still wearing underwear during the daytime? We rushed all around town, then waited in line to find you a bathroom, and your underwear was still damp at the end of the day? We're risking you having a big accident without adequate protection. And pull ups aren't gonna be enough if you end up messing yourself like you did yesterday." "I'm sorry I just wanted to-" "Look Sam, I love you. I really do. And I'm really looking forward to this trip. But what kind of protection you wear isn't up to you. You gave up on that a long time ago. Your accidents are MY responsibility. And I honestly thought you'd gotten used to wearing diapers. I didn't think you were still embarrassed about it. I just wanna have one relaxing vacation without worrying about getting you to the potty in time. Is that fair?" "Uh... yeah, of course. S-s-sorry I brought it up." he stammered. Sam knew he shouldn't have broached such a sensitive subject at the last minute. He remembered that Jess had said the previous night that he'd be diapered all weekend. So in retrospect, it seemed dumb to argue. But hindsight was always 20/20. "Come here, sweetie." she said, helping Sam up off the floor. Sam looked into her eyes. The slightly irritated look he'd seen in them just a few seconds earlier was gone. He saw only love and affection now. "I just want us to be able to relax this weekend. Wouldn't you rather be able to take it easy this weekend and not have to go through all the stress of worrying about the potty?" Sam didn't respond. Jess' remark was kind of condescending... but she was right. That day he'd worn pull ups had been one of the most stressful and uncomfortable days of his life. And while he'd felt a real urge to ask about pull ups this morning, deep down, he was glad she said no. "You know this is for your own good, right?" said Jess. Sam nodded. She smiled. "Great. Lets find you some pants and then we'll eat breakfast and head out!" she gave him a pat on his diapered butt and walked over to the dresser, pulling out a baggy pair of sweatpants. She knelt down and held them open. With a sigh, Sam stepped into them and she slid them up around his waist. The two of them then went into the kitchen to eat some breakfast. "I already loaded up our suitcases this morning." said Jess, taking a sip of coffee. "Thanks." he said. Sam sat on the floor by the front door putting on his tennis shoes. Jess grabbed a small cooler and slung her husband's blue diaper bag around her shoulder. "Ready to head out?" she asked. Sam nodded. With that, they walked down to their car and climbed inside. Jess drove of course. She'd made some comment about Sam's driving years ago. At any rate, he knew she always preferred to drive. Actually, Jess always preferred being in control... whatever the circumstance was. "Whats in the cooler?" asked Sam. "Just some bottles of water and sodas." said Jess. Sam figured if he was going to be in diapers, he'd make the most of it. Reaching into the back seat, he opened the cooler and pulled out a coke. For a long time before he went back to diapers, Jess had frowned on him drinking soda or alcohol, especially before bedtime. But she'd long since mellowed out. He sometimes still wondered if it irritated her when he drank it but he hadn't had a leak yet so he figured he had nothing to worry about. Still... after opening it, he took one long and defiant swig... happy he didn't have to worry about finding a bathroom. He pulled out his work papers and stared at them. "Don't tell me you're gonna have your nose in work stuff for this entire trip." said Jess. "Nah... uh, just something to keep me busy on the drive." said Sam. He tried to actually focus on reading the reports but, before long, his mind began to wander. The soda went right through him. It wasn't long before he found himself peeing. He felt the warm urine cascade over his balls before pooling up in the seat for a brief moment before being totally absorbed into the padding under him. His bladder had been fuller than he thought. He tried to conceal his tell tale 'potty face' by pretending to concentrate on the text and letters on the page. He wondered if Jess could tell but he didn't bother to look up at her and find out. Wondering if he'd leaked, he adjusted his posture a little, loosening the seat belt and sitting up a little, trying to feel the garment against his sweatpants. He figured it was just paranoia. His diapers never leaked. It was one of the advantages in wearing the most absorbent brand in existence. The papers in his lap also came in handy for another reason. His predictable erection began pressing itself up against the thick padding again. He could at least conceal the small tent that was forming. Sam knew, or at least hoped, that none of what he'd been doing registered with Jess. He figured she'd probably be keeping her eyes on the road anyway. He wished he could touch himself. But he didn't. Continuing to daydream, he just stared intently at the papers in front of him. "Looks like we're gonna need to gas up before we get there." said Jess, glancing at the dashboard before exiting off the highway. As they pulled up to the gas station, Sam took another sip of his coke finishing it off. He paid no attention to Jess as she climbed out of the car and began fueling. He was startled a little as his door swung open. There was Jess. "You wanna stretch your legs or anything?" she asked. "I'll wait in the car." said Sam. "Hows your diaper?" she asked. Sam hesitated. "Um... its fine... I mean, maybe a little wet but I'm fine." "Okay, hop out for a sec." she said. "Why?" "Sam, I said hop out. Come on." Sam cautiously stepped out of their SUV, looking around. It was still early in the morning and there were no other cars at the pumps. Still, it was broad daylight, and Sam knew that a diaper check was coming. He stood there and let it happen. She slid down the waistband of his sweatpants just below the crotch of his diaper. "Um... yeah, thats not a little wet thats really wet. Thats like... a diaper that may or may not hold another wetting." "Well, I don't really have to go at all. I mean, we could just wait and-" "No, I think we'll change you before we leave here." "Seriously?" said Sam, sliding up his pants to cover his bulging diaper. "Yes, seriously. You know in all the time you've been wearing diapers, I have never ONCE let you get a diaper rash. I'm pretty proud of that record, Sam. You know, sometimes I think I should just let you sit in a wet diaper for an afternoon so you can know what it feels like. I'm sure its not fun. But I'm not gonna do that to you today because we're going on vacation and you do not wanna have a diaper rash for the rest of the weekend, okay?" Sam said nothing. Jess opened up the door to the back seat and pulled out his diaper bag. He knew her mind was made up. There was no sense in arguing. Laying out a towel in the back seat, she motioned for him to get in. Glancing nervously over his shoulder for any cars, Sam climbed into the back seat and laid down. Jess slid his pants down to his ankles before ripping open the tapes. With the car door open, Sam could feel the cold winter air wafting onto his damp skin as Jess wiped him off. He cringed as he saw Jess set his diaper bag on the roof of their SUV, trying to free up precious space in the back seat. She pulled a small garbage bag out and set his wet diaper inside. Then she reached into the bag, still on the roof and pulled out a new diaper. While the car door provided some protection, Jess wasn't especially discreet as she unfolded his new diaper. Sam sighed in relief feeling the tickle of the baby powder. The change was almost over, he told himself. He was getting tired of holding his legs up. With his sweat pants around his ankles and his tennis shoes, his legs felt a lot heavier than usual. But he was glad Jess hadn't made him take them off - which would have left him even more naked and vulnerable. As she began smoothing out the first of the tapes, he reached down for the waistband of his sweatpants to pull them back up. "Wait, wait, wait honey I'm not done yet." she said pushing his hands away. She carefully finished taping him snugly in a new diaper before SHE grabbed his sweatpants and pulled them back up. "Awfully eager to get those back up, aren't we?" "Its just... well... what if there were people around?" asked Sam. "So what? Its not like you'll see anybody we know here. Trust me Sam, taking the time to change your diaper now is way better than having diaper rash all weekend." she said, tossing away the tiny garbage bag with Sam's used diaper in a waste bin. Sam climbed out of the back seat and back into the front. The rest of their drive was uneventful. Sam hadn't liked the idea of getting up early for their trip. He thought, why not sleep in and relax if its a vacation? But that was Jess. In her mind, they had to get there early. They had to make good time. They had to have a plan of action... before they started having fun. But the silver lining was that they would have the entire day ahead of them when they finally got to the hotel. Sam peed again on the drive but it was just a tiny trickle. Nothing compared to when he soaked himself before. When they finally arrived, it was around 11:30. The snow capped mountain peaks in the distance seemed to sparkle in the warm sunshine. It was winter but the temperature wasn't bad out by any means. Jess slung the diaper bag over her shoulder and, with their rolling suitcases, they walked into the lobby. "Hi, we have reservations." said Jess, smiling at the front desk clerk. Sam just loitered behind her and said nothing. It wasn't that he was so socially awkward that he couldn't handle checking in and getting their room keys. It was just that Jess was so eager to take charge, to take care of everything. And he was content to hang back. He was on vacation after all. Also, ever since he'd returned to diapers during the day, he'd become increasingly fond of letting Jess take the lead when speaking to people. He'd always felt a little self conscious when he was diapered... like everyone knew he was wearing that big bulky diaper under his clothes like a little toddler. He knew most of it was in his imagination but, being diapered, he never wanted to do ANYTHING that would attract too much attention to him. So if Jess was handling checking in, or ordering for him, or just doing most of the talking... he figured that was a good thing. He'd never been all that assertive to begin with. But ever since he was put back in diapers, he'd been so much more submissive... both in and outside of the bedroom. Their room was on the first floor. Sam glanced around as they walked out of the lobby, room keys in hand. The marble floors below them were beautiful. It was the same lavish hotel they'd stayed at nearly a year before. But things had been different then... Sam was still wearing underwear during the day and they were still fighting. But somehow, despite all that, he'd made love to his wife that night. While it was a long time ago, he could still remember it like it was yesterday. Their sex life had gotten better to be sure... but Sam had still higher hopes for this weekend. Jess was in a good mood... and if she wasn't worried about him having accidents, she wouldn't be stressed. They set their suitcases down as they entered their hotel room and switched on the light. Jess walked up to Sam and lowered his sweatpants again, sliding her finger into the leg band of his diaper. He knew he'd wet, but he wondered if it was enough for Jess to pick up on. Maybe she'd just think he was still dry. "You're barely wet. I think that'll hold for at least a little longer... unless you want me to change you?" "Nah, I'm fine." said Sam, pulling up his pants a little. He then put his hands on his wife's hips, looking her in the eyes. "I'm happy we're here." smiled Sam. "Me too." said Jess, smiling back. Sam couldn't help but think about how little padding there was around Jess.... just those tight jeans of hers and... whatever she might have on underneath. When Sam touched his own hips, his butt, his crotch... there was an impervious barrier there, so much padding. But with Jess... barely anything. For some reason, the idea of it was so sexy. For Sam, taking his diaper off would be a hassle - not to mention he would need Jess' help or her permission. But HER pants, and underpants could come off at anytime she saw fit. He leaned in and gently kissed her. She kissed him back. For a second or two, both their mouths briefly opened as they tasted each other's lips. Sam's hands slid down on her firm, toned butt. His erection pressed up against the inside of his mostly dry diaper. She pulled away a little. "Whats wrong?" asked Sam. "Nothing, honey. Its just... we just got here. It was a long drive. I wanna relax a little, maybe get some lunch. Hows that sound?" Sam nodded. The weekend was still young. He would have to wait to get out of his diaper and get some real relief. In the meantime, there was ONE bodily function that Sam could enjoy anytime he wanted. He released a little pee into his diaper, enjoying the trickle of the warmth over his balls. He didn't wet alot. But he'd gotten used to wetting slowly and frequently throughout the day. As Jess disappeared into the bathroom, Sam laid down on the bed, still feeling his erection inside his diaper.

As the trio entered the apartment, Shelby set down Sam's diaper bag by the front door. Still enjoying the feeling of his fresh clean diaper, Sam proceeded towards the kitchen table. "Ah, hold it right there." said Shelby. "What?" asked Sam, genuinely confused. "Come on... come here." she said. Sam wasn't sure what she wanted but, rather than argue with her, he just walked right up to her. She quickly yanked down his sweatpants to his ankles. Taking the clue, he slowly stepped out of them, rolling his eyes a little as she slid her fingers along the perimeter of the garment's leg band, making sure he was still dry. "Jordan, I'm gonna run to the bathroom. Why don't you put my food in the fridge for now. Not really sure I have much of an appetite." said Shelby as she left the room. Sam grabbed his styrofoam box of food off the counter and carried it to the table with a glass of water. As he opened it up and began eating, he couldn't help but feel just a little guilty knowing that it was probably the ordeal of changing HIS messy diaper that caused Shelby to loose her appetite. 'And apparently Jordan too', Sam thought to himself as he watched Jordan place her food in the fridge. He tried not to make eye contact with Shelby as she emerged from the bathroom. But it was Shelby's fault really. He told her he didn't want to go out. If she had just listened to him, they never would have had to change him at the library. He was in diapers 24/7. He figured there was no reason they should expect him not to use them. Finishing his food, his guilt quickly disappeared. As he was walking back into his bedroom, he cringed hearing Shelby's voice behind him. "Sam, come back here." she said. "What?" he asked again, feeling a little annoyed. "You wanna throw your trash away?" she asked. "Huh?" he asked, not catching her meaning. "Your finished eating, right? You wanna throw your old box away?" she asked. "Oh... uh, okay." he said walking back to the table where Shelby stood, hands on her hips. Sam picked up the box which now contained only a few crumbs and placed it in the garbage. "I think we've cleaned up enough of your messes for one day. And I know Jess will appreciate coming home to a clean kitchen." That last remark made Sam cringe. He tried to forget about it as he returned to his computer. Sitting down, he found it easy to get back to work. He couldn't help but relish his life online, plugged into his office. He couldn't help but contemplate how different his work life was from his real life. When he was on his computer, he was trusted with important figures - important analysis. If they only knew what a typical day was like for him. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his cell phone ringing quite loudly. He quickly picked it up. "Hello?" he answered tentatively. He'd know that voice anywhere. It was his boss. The same middle aged guy he'd seen in the boardrooms and listened to presentations with. They exchanged a quick introduction. Sam was careful to say "yes sir" and "no sir"... The voice on the other line continued to speak. "Well Sam, actually the reason I was calling was because I've been looking at some of your numbers this past week. Your productivity is well, off the charts I'd say. I mean, you've always been an important member of the team but, well lately... its just impressive." "Uh, great. I mean, thank you, sir." he mumbled. "I know you're probably still get used to all this working at home and everything but would you have any interest in taking on some... higher priority responsibilities?" "Oh, um... I suppose, um." "You don't have to answer right now of course. But I'd like you to think about it. It would really just be more of the same. You could still work from home. You'd just be seeing a higher flow of information each. More analysis. More programming. And there's a generous pay increase too." Sam wasn't expecting this. As he listened intently, he felt a strong flow of warm pee shooting out into his diaper as it swelled up. He continued listening intently, unable to stop himself from wetting his diaper. "Wow, um, thanks. Thank you, Mr. Johnson. I appreciate that." said Sam. "Take the weekend to think it over. You can let us know on Monday, okay?" "Thank you, sir." he said. With that the conversation ended. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. It was a lot to process. Before he could even start to think about it, his bedroom door swung open. "Diaper check time." said Shelby unenthusiastically. "I... I think I just got a promotion." said Sam, still dumbfounded. Shelby's eyes lit up and she smiled warmly at him. "Sam! Thats fantastic. Come here." she said, bringing him in for a hug. This caught Sam off guard but he tried to return it. It was awkward being pressed up against Shelby's chest, in her embrace, wearing only his t shirt and a wet diaper. "Jordan!" shouted Shelby. "Whats up?" she asked entering the room. "Sam just got a promotion." smiled Shelby. "Sam, thats awesome! Good for you." she said, raising her hand in the air. Taking the hint, Sam realized she wanted him to 'high five' her. He slapped his palm against hers. "Alright." she said with a smile. The 'high five' had felt a little condescending. But at least it wasn't as awkward as a full on hug. "And it looks like its about time to promote you to a dry diaper." she said, lifting his shirt up and noting the sagging diaper between his legs. Sam blushed. "I mean you look... REALLY wet here. You didn't leak did you?" asked Shelby, pressing up on the warm, heavy droop. Sam said nothing. "And since I did all the work last time, I think its your turn to change him, Jordan. Think you can manage?" "Okay, sure." nodded Jordan. Sam sighed. He slowly sat down on the towel by the bed, watching as Jordan pulled a clean diaper out and slowly unfolded it. Sam laid back. "So do you get a raise or anything?" asked Jordan as she set the diaper down next to him and opened the tub of baby wipes. "Oh, uh, yeah." said Sam as she tore open the tapes and peeled back his damp diaper. "Very cool." she said. The conversation during the diaper change made Sam a little uncomfortable. Not the subject so much... just the fact that she was talking to him. He was sure she was just trying to put his mind at ease but it just felt awkward. She grabbed his legs by the ankles again, lifting them up. He grabbed his knees, hoping to show her that he could help in some small way. She slid the old diaper out from under him before quickly wiping his balls and finally running the cold baby wipe down his butt crack for some reason. Just as she was powdering him, Sam heard the front door open followed by voices. Jess was home. He'd never been more eager to see her. He'd missed her all day. Not thinking, he lowered his butt down onto the towel. "Whoa, whoa. Hang on, we're not finished yet. I know you wanna see Jess but we gotta finish diapering you first, okay?" Sam nodded as Jordan grabbed him by the ankles and lifted him back up again. Just as he felt her sliding the diaper under his bare butt, he caught sight of Jess walking into the bedroom. In his awkward state, he could really only see her out the corner of his eye. "Hey, sweetie." she said cheerfully. "Oh... uh... hey." said Sam, his legs still in the air. "So did Shelby put you on diaper duty today?" she asked Jordan. "Well she did most of the work on the last one so I guess it was my turn. You can put your butt down now, Sam.... okay... one diapered boy coming right up." she smiled. Sam did as he was told. Sam glanced up at his wife who was now standing over him. "Did Shelby show you how to do the tapes?" asked Jess. "Yeah. Do the bottom ones first... then the top ones." Sam could only watch as Jess stared at his diaper intently as Jordan pulled the tapes into place, smoothing them out. "Great job." said Jess. Sam sat up awkwardly, pulling his t shirt down. Jess leaned over him. He thought for a moment she was coming in for a kiss but she was just grabbing his wet diaper off the towel next to him. "I'll toss this out for you." she said picking up the wet diaper and setting it in the diaper genie. "So Shelby said you had some big news?" asked Jess. "Oh, um, yeah actually." said Sam. He got up off the floor, pulling his t shirt down again and standing up to look a little more dignified. "I got a promotion. Its uh... kind of a big one." said Sam. "What? Sam thats fantastic!" she said wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the lips. "Thanks." he smiled. "Honey, I'm so proud of you!" she said, kissing him again, this time on the cheek. "So Jess I was thinking if you want, we could all go out for some drinks and celebrate. My treat." said Shelby, now standing in the doorway. "Thats really sweet Shelby. What do you think, Sam?" "Um, its kinda been a long day... maybe we could just stay in?" he asked, looking at his wife pleadingly. "Okay, sure. And after his accident at lunch it might be better for him to stay in tonight if his tummy is bothering him." Sam blushed. Now he didn't want to stay home. Not because of Shelby anyway. He hated that Shelby had to tell that to his wife. But he said nothing. Jess was in such a good mood he didn't want to ruin it. He figured an abrupt reversal of his opinion would just seem childish at this point. "Well, its getting late. Jordan and I should probably head home anyways." said Shelby. "Well thank you so much for taking care of him today, you guys. I owe you both big time, okay?" "We're happy to do it." smiled Jordan. "He's a handful sometimes but he's worth it." said Shelby, shooting Sam a condescending smile. "Congrats again, Sam!" said Jordan. After an extended goodbye, the two women left. "Wow, Sam. Big promotion and I take it you earned yourself a little raise too?" Sam nodded. "I'm impressed." she smiled. "What are we gonna do to celebrate?" she asked. "Oh, uh, I don't know." 'Sex', he thought to himself. He didn't say it aloud but he was thinking it. Ever since his messy diaper, he'd wanted to get out and get some relief. But he said nothing. "What do you say I take Monday off and we go on a trip?" "A trip?" asked Sam. "Yeah. We can go back to that place in the mountains where we went last year. Just get away for a few days, you know? Just the two of us." "Okay." smiled Sam. "Great. Well, I'll call the hotel. We'll order a pizza tonight and leave in the morning, okay?" "Okay, sounds good." said Sam. "Why don't you shut down that thing, watch some TV and unwind?" said Jess, glancing at his laptop. "Okay." smiled Sam. He shut down his computer, watching as the screen went black. Wandering into the living room, Sam plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. He figured he'd earned it. Zoning out, it must have been 30 minutes before he came back to reality. His boss said he could work at home but would he have to show his face at the office again? Going to a quick meeting couldn't be that bad. But diapered? Thats something he hadn't done before. His boss said he could continue working at home anyway so that was good enough. Sam figured he could afford not to worry about the details for a while. He was starting to get excited about a vacation with his wife. It was just what he wanted - just him and her together for a whole weekend. He'd missed her so much this week... even though she really had never gone anywhere. Returning to the bedroom, he saw two open suitcases on the bed. One was filled with clothes. The other had a full, unopened package of adult disposable diapers in it with a box of baby wipes sitting next to it. Sam didn't say anything. He knew he'd be diapered on the trip but he just didn't like the idea of a suitcase full of diapers. Glancing at the dresser, he saw that his half empty plastic package of diapers remained where it was. Why could she have packed that one instead? Sam realized he was getting too worked up. It was just a package of diapers. So what? He knew that Jess really just wanted to be cautious... better safe than sorry. And if they weren't coming back until Monday, he figured he'd probably put the 20 pack to good use... plus whatever else was in his diaper bag. Jess would surely want to take that with them too. He glanced up from the suitcases and looked at Jess. She was wearing an orange tank top with a pair of tight sweatpants, her brown in a pony tail. She smiled at him briefly before putting some folded clothes into her suitcase. She was so beautiful. He put his arm on her shoulder and slowly kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, turning towards him and kissing him on the lips. Nothing too romantic but affectionate nonetheless. Her eyes turned downward. "You need a change?" she asked, slipping her fingers into the leg band of his diaper. "No." he said. "Its just... you're gorgeous you know that?" said Sam, looking deep into her eyes. "Thanks... and you're a very handsome, very hardworking man." she said. Sam leaned in to kiss her again but she pulled away a little. "Whats wrong?" he asked. "Its just... I've been at work all day, I haven't eaten dinner, and... you know packing stresses me out sometimes. I just wanna make sure we have everything, okay?" "Okay." said Sam, sounding a little disappointed. "Hey don't look at me with those puppy dog eyes. I took care of your boy problem this morning didn't I?" Sam nodded. He supposed twice in one day WAS wishful thinking. "And whats this I hear about your messy diaper while you guys were out today? Shelby said you whined about going to the restaurant and when said you had to go in, you bent down and pooped your pants right in the parking lot?" asked Jess. "Look, I told her I had to go. She didn't care. She told me to go in my diaper so I did." Jess smirked a little, looking at him, seeming just a little suspicious. "What?" "Nothing. Look Sam, I told her that I didn't want you using the toilet today after what happened last night and she agreed." "So I can't use the toilet at all now?" whined Sam, already knowing the answer. "Honey, we've been over this. You had a chance to use the potty and... well if you can't stay dry during the day and you can't remember to flush, then you're gonna be in diapers. I thought I was pretty clear on this. How many times do we have to have the same conversation?" "Okay, okay. You're right. I'm sorry. Its just... I don't think I should get in trouble for going... you know... in my diaper... if I have to wear em no matter what." said Sam, his head now downcast. "Oh, sweetie, come here." she said bringing him in for a warm hug. "Oh honey, your not in trouble, okay? I'm not mad. Its okay. You're right, sweetie. Thats what your diapers are for. Look... Shelby can be a little high strung sometimes. She just gets worked up. If you can't hold it, I don't want you to feel bad, okay? You're protected and thats all that matters, okay? Your never gonna be in trouble for making a mess in your diaper, okay?" Sam nodded. He knew he didn't exactly have an 'accident' today but he didn't want to be punished for it either. Shelby had brought it on herself. So what if he pooped his pants on purpose? He told Shelby he had to go and she wouldn't let him use the bathroom. "In a way I guess I'm jealous of Shelby." she said, brushing his shaggy hair back over his forehead. "Seriously?" he asked. "Well, yeah. She's here all day, taking care of you, enjoying your company. I wanna be the one to do that... to clean you up when you have an accident." "I love you." said Sam. Jess smiled. "I love you too." she said. Sam smiled. "The pizza will be here soon. So go back in the living room, kick back, and relax. I'll be in there when I'm done packing. We're gonna head out tomorrow morning, bright and early. I feel like this should be a given but... you'll be in diapers... all weekend. And we're gonna have a blast, okay?" smiled Jess. "Okay." said Sam. She kissed him on the cheek and Sam turned to walk out. "You've earned a break. Go sit your cute little butt down." she said, patting his diapered rear.

Sam rolled over the next morning in bed, seeing his wife standing in the bathroom, her eyes fixated on the mirror as she touched up her eyeshadow. Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, he saw he was awake a full 20 minutes before his alarm was due to go off. Sam's groggy mind slowly began putting the pieces together of what had happened the previous night. It felt like a dream, but he knew it was all too real. He sighed sitting up in bed. Not only was his diaper soaked as usual, but he had a strong erection pressing up against the cool, damp, swollen padding that currently surrounded him. Satisfied with her makeup, Jess switched off the light in the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind her as she walked into the bedroom. Sam knew he probably wouldn't make it to the bathroom today, but he wondered why Jess had to shut the door behind her the way she did. It was as if she was cementing his fate, closing the door to her realm - a place where he could no longer go. Of course, Sam knew that most of that was just his groggy imagination. "How'd you sleep?" she asked. "Uh... good I guess." said Sam, yawning again. "Shelby and Jordan should be here in 15 minutes. Come on, lets get you changed now that you're up." she said, pulling the covers off him. Sam groaned, burying his face in the pillow and curling up into the fetal position. He just wanted 5 more minutes to sleep. "Come on, honey. You've gotta get up sometime." Sam sighed, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and slowly standing up. He could feel the small tent in the front of his damp diaper. He could only HOPE it wouldn't be with him all day. Jess pulled out a clean diaper from the package atop the dresser. Sam just stared at the garment in her hands as she began unfolding it in front of him... lost in a sleepy trance, he just stared at the soft, comfy prison that he would be confined in all day. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a 'prison' exactly, he thought. But still no fun. "Well? What are you waiting for? Lay down." said Jess, noticing Sam was still standing. Sam laid down on the towel in front of her. Jess began rolling up his t shirt to expose his belly. "I'm impressed." she said with a small smirk. "What?" asked Sam. She glanced down at the tent in the front of his diaper, then looked back at him. "You really went to town on yourself last night. But after all that, you still wake up excited this morning." she said, shaking her head. Sam blushed, recalling more of what happened the previous night. "If you cooperate and you're a good boy for Shelby today, we might have to put some of that energy to good use this weekend." she said, smirking again. "This weekend?" asked Sam, sounding a little disappointed. "Yeah, if you're lucky. Why? You think you'll be able to keep your hands to yourself that long?" "Um... uh, yeah, sure." said Sam, sounding a little nervous. Jess smiled. "Wow, you certainly are excited about something." she said, kneading the front of his damp diaper with her hand. Sam gasped in ecstasy. Through his thick, wet diaper, he could barely feel her hands... but it was so sensual.... especially knowing that he himself couldn't have done that. "Okay... lets clean you up." she said, ripping open his diaper and pulling it back. The cool air took some getting used to, but not as much as the ice cold baby wipes Jess was using on his damp, erect penis. She grabbed him by the ankles, lifting him off his used diaper. He grabbed his knees. She slid it out from under him and folded it up. Powdering his bottom, she was quick to slip a new clean diaper underneath. He sat his butt down on it. Jess sighed, seeing his erection still standing tall. "Okay... I'll help you out this one time. But I expect you to focus today at work. I want a good report from Shelby, okay?" Sam nodded, eager for a little relief. Jess walked over to the dresser, pulling another disposable diaper from its package and unfolding it. She knelt down in front of Sam, wrapping the crinkling garment around his penis. She thrust it up and down in a pumping motion. Sam had hoped for actual sex, or for Jess to use her hand, but her grip remained firm through the thick padding. He squirmed a little, feeling the open diaper under his butt shifting a little. He began panting just before he came, shooting his load right into the diaper. Jess slowly lifted the diaper off of him as his erection subsided. She folded the diaper and set it right next to Sam's other wet diaper on the floor. After powdering his balls a little, she pulled the diaper closed and taped it snugly shut. He smiled. Jess stood up, taking both of Sam's used diaper and tossing them into his metal diaper genie. The doorbell rang. "Thats probably Shleby and Jordan." she said as she clean up her hands with a baby wipe. With that, she walked out of the bathroom. Sam climbed back onto the bed. He could hear the women's voices in the other room but he paid no attention. He was fairly surprised Jess had been so generous to first thing in the morning... if she kept this up, he'd probably be fine with keeping his hands to himself. Laying on the bed in his fresh clean diaper, staring at the ceiling, Sam felt more confident than ever about the day of work ahead. He heard Jess shout at him as she walked out the front door. "Bye Sam! I love you, behave yourself today." she shouted. "I love you too!" he shouted back. Sam got off the bed and plugged in his laptop. He was still a little groggy but it was nothing a cup of coffee couldn't fix. The only problem was the women in the kitchen. He should have been used to them by now... but he wasn't looking forward to parading around in front of them in nothing but his diaper and a t shirt. He did it all the time but, somehow, he never got used to it. Yesterday he figured that he'd be on his own at work from now on with the newfound freedom of his pull ups. But now... now he'd probably be watched even more closely than before. He suddenly wondered if Jess had mentioned anything to them about what happened yesterday... about ANYTHING that happened yesterday. He had no way of knowing... but he figured he couldn't be paranoid. He had no control over it anyway. The only thing to do would be to face them. He walked out into the kitchen, being careful to pull the front of his shirt down to hide his diaper. It usually worked okay, but as a result his diapered butt was usually more prominent. "Morning, Sam." said Jordan. "Hey." he mumbled, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Sleep well?" asked Shelby. "Uh, yeah, fine." "Thats good... you wanna set down your cup there and we'll check your diaper real quick?" she said, walking into the kitchen. "Um, Jess just changed me like a few minutes ago before she left." "Thats good... let me just roll up your shirt here." she said, taking him by the hand and forcing him to release his grasp on the t shirt. She then lifted up his shirt and slipped her two fingers into the leg band of his diaper. Sam sighed. He hated that she would just ignore him like that. He'd been in this diaper for 5 minutes. He didn't need to be checked. He couldn't help but notice Jordan was standing there watching the whole thing. She seemed almost fascinated by the process, standing there with her arms crossed in a pair of baggy athletic shorts, her black hair pulled back into a pony tail. The check took only a few seconds but time seemed to stand still. He just looked at Jordan. Why was his diaper check so darn interesting to her? For a moment, they made eye contact. She looked at him awkwardly before turning away. "Okay, looks like you're all dry." said Shelby. "See? I told you." said Sam. "Can't be too careful, now turn around real quick. Lets check in back." she said with a friendly smile. "Uh... I think I'd know if I, you know, had one of those accidents." said Sam, rolling his eyes. "Sam, this doesn't have to be that difficult. It never surprises me how you're able to turn a 5 second diaper check into a 30 second ordeal. Now turn around please." said Shelby. Sam did as he was told, rolling his eyes again as he felt her lifting his shirt and pulling back the elastic waistband of his diaper. "Now this is the second day this week that I've taken off work because Jess said she needed someone to watch you. This isn't my ideal day off but I'm doing it for Jess. I think the least you can do is have a good attitude." Sam said nothing. He wanted to tell Shelby that he didn't need her here. That he'd be just fine on his own. Although, after yesterday... he knew that wasn't entirely true. "Okay, you're free to go." she said, patting his diapered butt. "Thanks." he said sarcastically before grabbing his cup of coffee and walking back into the bedroom. Logging on to his office network, Sam sat down in front of his computer. He tried to forget about Shelby. If nothing else, he figured he'd be better able to focus on work today... knowing he was fully protected in case anything happened. Sipping his coffee, Sam tried to burry his head in the charts, graphs, and statistics he saw before him. He moved through each screen with such ease. He truly felt like working at home made him more productive for some reason. The only problem was that his hands sometimes cramped up while he was typing. He stretched his arms for a moment, then took the mouse in his hand, using it to navigate through each screen. His other hand came to rest on his bare thigh, just a few inches from his diaper. He wasn't sure how long he'd been on the computer. Maybe an hour? Maybe even two? He was in the zone. But sure enough, he was abruptly interrupted as the bedroom door swung open. There stood Shelby. "Hey sweetie, hows the working coming?" she asked. "Uh... fine." said Sam, turning his head back toward the computer screen. He could see Shelby slowly approaching him out the corner of his eye. "Sam, I think for today it might be better if you... didn't have your hands in your lap." she said gently grabbing his hand by the wrist, lifting it up, and setting it on the small desk in front of him. He looked up at her, not entirely sure of what she was suggesting. "Jess tells me your hands wander sometimes." Sam's heart sank, thinking now that she might know EVERYTHING that had happened to him the previous night. He just sat there. His mouth was open but he couldn't find any words. He was just... speechless. "Hows your diaper?" she asked. "F-f-fine." he stuttered. "Fine isn't an answer. Come on. Stand up real quick." she said. Sam did as he was told, submissive and still totally embarrassed that she might know something about his... wandering hands. A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind as she slid her finger into his diaper. He barely even noticed as she placed her hands on his shoulders, motioning for him to turn around. He finally began to calm down, feeling her pull back the elastics on his diapered rear end. He just stood there as she turned and walked out of the room. It wasn't until the door shut behind him that he breathed a sigh of relief. A little pee dribbled out into his diaper. He'd been so nervous. He didn't think that Jess could have told her ANYTHING that would embarrass him at this point... but this embarrassed him a little. Had she told Shelby to check his hands? Had she told her that he masturbated in his diaper? He couldn't bare to think about it. He back down at his computer and threw himself back into his work. He managed to distract himself but it wasn't long before the rest of his coffee started catching up with him. Without even thinking about it, he released the warm stream into his diaper as he clicked "send" on an email he had just finished typing up. He felt himself getting just a little excited in his warm, swollen diaper. He tried to ignore it and he pulled up another chart with some statistics on his screen. He took a deep breath. Eventually, it went away. He was relieved. He couldn't bare to think of Shelby walking into the room and seeing a giant tent in the front of his diaper. Before long, the bedroom door swung open again. But it was Jordan standing there. "Hey." she said, walking into the room. "Whats up?" he asked. "Nothing. Shelby told me to come check your diaper." she said. "Oh, okay." said Sam. His heart began pounding as she walked over to him. "Uh... I'm wet." said Sam timidly, not wanting to go through the whole ordeal of a diaper check with this woman he barely knew. "Oh... okay. Thats okay... um.... Hey Shelby! He's wet!" she shouted. "Then change him! I'm on the phone with work." shouted Shelby Jordan looked at Sam. "Okay, well, you heard her. Lets see, where do you usually do this?" "Um... over here." said Sam, walking instinctively over to the towel on the floor. "Okay.... okay then, why don't you lay down and get comfortable there." she said, walking over to the dresser and awkwardly pulling a diaper from its package before slowly unfolding it. The diaper change seemed to go excruciatingly slow. First she slowly peeled the tapes away, then gently pulled his diaper back. Grabbing his legs was awkward and she seemed to take forever wiping him, even spending a little too much time on his bare butt in the process. Then came the powder. She shook on a generous amount but, unlike Jess or Shelby, she made no effort to rub it into his skin. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he set his butt down on the new, clean diaper. She slowly pulled it up around him and taped him up. The only silver lining was that he was way too nervous to get excited by any of it. "Okay... I did it! Does it feel okay?" she asked. "Yeah, fine." "You sure? Not too tight?" she asked. "Yeah. Fine." "Come here for a second." she said taking his hand and leading him into the living room. "Everything go okay in there?" asked Shelby. "Yeah, um, could you check his diaper and make sure I did it right?" asked Jordan. "Sure." smiled Shelby. She slipped her fingers into the leg band around his thigh, sliding them down between his legs. "Perfect. Looks like you got a great fit. Feel okay, Sam?" "Fine." said Sam. "Well congratulations, Jordan. You just changed your first diaper without any help." said Shelby. Jordan smiled. With that, Sam retreated back to the bedroom. He got right back to work, once again losing track of time... his mind lost in thought as each new screen of facts and figures seemed to fade right into the next one. He was interrupted from his trance when his bedroom door opened up again. "Check time." said Shelby. He sighed again as he stood up. Just as he did, he felt a small cramp in his stomach. It wasn't hunger. He knew the feeling all too well. Shelby slid her fingers into his diaper once again. Sam, without having to be asked, turned around for her. He was all dry and proud to display a clean diaper to her. "Okay... so Jordan and I both decided we're tired of ordering pizza. There's a place with great burgers just down the street. So we're going there for lunch. We just gotta find you some pants." she said, sliding open Sam's dresser and sifting through it. "Um, you know, I've still got some work to do. You guys should go without me." said Sam. "Whats the matter? Don't they give you a lunch break?" "Um, well, yeah they do I just um..." "Come on Sam, grab a burger with us. Don't be such a stiff." said Jordan. Sam instantly looked behind him. He hadn't noticed Jordan standing there in the doorway. His hair stood on end. 'Don't be such a stiff?' What was that supposed to mean? Shelby smiled ever so slightly, pulling a pair of sweat pants from the drawer. He couldn't figure out if it was a reference to the previous night or if he was just being paranoid. Shelby knelt down, holding open Sam's pants. Lost in thought, Sam just stepped into them without argument as he felt her pull them up around his waist. He was just glad to have his diaper covered. "Okay, put on your shoes and we'll head out." Sam instantly realized that he hadn't agreed to this outing, even though he'd allowed Shelby to slip his pants on him. "Seriously, you guys should go without me. I'll be fine." said Sam. "Okay, okay. We'll compromise. We'll get the food to go." said Shelby. "Well, okay, I'll stay here." said Sam. "Um, no you won't. I'm sorry Sam, but I'm not sure how Jess would feel with us giving you 30 minutes of alone time on today of all days." Sam bit his lip again. More innuendo. And in front of Jordan. Did she know too? It all embarrassed him to the bone. "W-w-what are you talking about?" said Sam, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant. "I think you and your busy hands know exactly what I'm talking about." said Shelby smiling. The nervous feeling in Sam's stomach seemed to move downward for a moment. The feeling in his tummy wasn't going away. "Now come on, go put your shoes on and lets go." said Shelby as she turned to walk out of the bedroom. "Um, wait." said Sam, causing Shelby to stop and turn back to look at him. "Um... can I... use the bathroom before we go?" asked Sam apprehensively. He was desperate. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Not today." she said. "What?!" asked Sam indignantly. "You heard me. Jess hasn't exactly been impressed by your bathroom habits as of lately. So for today at least, if you have to go, you can use your diaper. And you're all clean and dry last I checked so you'll be fine." "So you're making me use my... my..." "Your diaper? Yes. Now go put your shoes on and lets go." said Shelby. Sam was speechless once again. He had no idea what to say. He thought for sure Shelby would let him use the bathroom. He felt nervous... wondering if the incident yesterday would be his last time to use the bathroom. 'Did Jess tell her that the bathroom was off limits for him?' he wondered. 'Or was it just a command decision that Shelby made to keep the bathroom clean?' "SAM... I said lets go." said Shelby in a stern tone of voice, snapping Sam out of his trance. Sam obeyed. There was nothing else he could do. He sat down on the couch, slipping on his shoes and tying them. Shelby grabbed his diaper bag and slung it around her shoulder as they walked out the door. As they walked out to Shelby's car in the parking lot, Sam was managing to stay in control. The feeling in his stomach wasn't so bad and, if he could just stay seated, he'd probably be able to hold on. He felt so resentful of Shelby at the moment but he knew that she probably thought that he just had to pee. And, after all, untaping him would be a lot of work for him just to go pee. Sam rolled his eyes as Shelby placed his diaper bag on the back seat, right next to him... an ever-present reminder of his accidents that followed him every time he left the house. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Sam bit his lip as a faint trickle of pee went into his diaper. Well, he was sort of in control. But a little pee wouldn't matter. For some reason, sitting in the back of Shelby's car on the warm leather seats in the hot summer sun and the warmth in his diaper, he couldn't help but feel his erection pressing up against the inside of his thick, padded diaper. But he didn't dare touch himself. The good news was that it was barely visible through his navy blue sweatpants. They pulled into the restaurant parking lot. After parking the car, Shelby and Jordan climbed out but Sam remained in his seat, not bothering to even take off his seatbelt. He didn't want to go anywhere. He just wanted to remain planted in his seat. Besides, he figured with a few minutes of alone time he might be able to have a moment to touch his diaper, to readjust, and maybe even massage himself a little. But Shelby must have been reading his mind. His car door swung open and there she stood, hands poised on her hips, looking as assertive as ever. "Come on, lets go." she said. "Uh, can I wait here?" he asked. "Nope. I told Jess I'd keep an eye on you today. We shouldn't be more than 10 minutes. Now come on." she said, reaching over his waist and unbuckling his seatbelt. Shelby took Sam by the hand as climbed out of the back of the car and stood up. "Are you wet?" she asked. "Um, not really." said Sam, trying to be truthful. Sam flinched as Shelby yanked his sweatpants down to his knees. He looked around to see if anyone could see them. A large pickup truck parked right next to them would block anyone's view from the restaurant. And luckily, Jordan happened to be standing two feet away watching the whole thing. Sam barely noticed Shelby sliding her finger into his diaper. He was too busy looking around for any bystander who might see them while walking by. "Okay, you're fine. Just a little damp." she said, sliding his pants back up around his waist and taking his hand. As the three of them began the long walk from the back of the parking lot towards the restaurant, Sam felt annoyed. He was certain now that Shelby was intent on watching him like a hawk, determined to stop him from laying a hand on his diaper, even for a split second. He couldn't tell if she was now leading him by the hand as if to belittle him, or merely because she wanted to ensure at least ONE of his hands was occupied. Worse yet, the feeling in his stomach now began to get worse. But this wasn't his fault. He'd asked to use the bathroom. He told her that he had to go. He tried to get her to allow him to stay in the car. None of this was his fault, he thought to himself. He knew if he could sit down in the restaurant he'd probably be okay... he'd be able to hold it for a while longer. But why even bother? As of right now, there was ONE thing he could do that felt good. ONE thing he could do to make himself more comfortable. And Shelby had brought it on herself. If she was going to treat him like a baby, he figured he might as well oblige her. Who knows? It might even get her to turn around and just drive home. He took a deep breath and squeezed Shelby's hand. He stopped abruptly prompting her to turn around. Without a moment's hesitation, he bent his knees and let out a slight grunt, filling his diaper with a loud, wet fart. He grunted again, forcing more poop out into the seat of his diaper. He sighed, feeling much better... quite satisfied with himself. Making eye contact with Shelby, who was still holding his hand, the look on her face was one of both surprise and disgust. "Oops." said Sam. "Wow... right here in public, Sam? Seriously?" "I asked to use the bathroom." he said. "You're disgusting." she said. Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Is everything okay?" asked Jordan, walking back to see what was going on. "Yeah... fine. Sam just... made a mess in his diaper." said Shelby with a sigh. "Oh, wow. You mean just now?" asked Jordan. "Yep. Okay, Sam. You wanna poop your pants? Fine by me. You'll be the one waiting while we order our food." said Shelby, turning and walking towards the restaurant with her hand still firmly grasping his. As Sam was pulled towards the restaurant, he instantly regretted his decision. He wouldn't be getting out of this. What was going to happen? Was Shelby really going to take him into a restaurant in his current state? Would she really go that far just to embarrass him? His heart began pounding as they drew closer to the building, the warm mess in his pants shifting as he walked. They stopped at a small bench no more than 10 feet from the entrance to the restaurant. "Okay, I'll go in and order. You can sit right here and wait." she said, pushing Sam back by his shoulders onto the bench. Caught off guard, Sam lost his balance. He braced himself on the armrest of the bench, but his rear end slowly came to rest on the seat, forcing the mess in his diaper up between his cheeks and across his butt. "Why don't you keep and eye on him Jordan?" "Okay, sure." she said. They sat in silence for a minute or two. As gross as the feeling was... Sam found it a little arousing. He hated to admit to himself... but the feeling of a messy diaper could sometimes be a little sensual. "At least you're protected." said Jordan, breaking the silence between them. Sam said nothing. He didn't want to dignify it with a response. "I mean, Jess said you were in these pull ups or whatever yesterday. She said they weren't as absorbent as... what you wear now. So, in a way, you're really kind of lucky that you had better... protection, you know?" said Jordan. "Look, could you just stop talking?" said Sam. "Sam, I'm trying to be nice. Shelby is not in a real good mood right now in case you haven't noticed. I mean seriously, you couldn't hold it for a few minutes? Do you even have any control over when you go... you know??" "Look this isn't my fault. I told her I had to go." whined Sam. "Yeah. You told us. But Jess says you have a habit of not flushing the toilet sometimes.... and peeing on the seat? I hate to say it Sam but, talking to her, sometimes it sounds like diapers are really the best option for you." Sam sighed. He didn't say anything. After another minute, Shelby returned to the bench. "Okay, good news. Our order is in and the food should be out in 15 minutes. Also, I asked if they had a family restroom inside and they said they didn't. But they said the library across the street DOES. So we're gonna swing back by the car, grab his diaper bag, change him, and then come back and grab our food. Sound good? Normally, I'd just wait until we got home but 15 minutes is way to long to let Sam here sit in a dirty diaper. If he got a rash, Jess would kill me." "Okay." said Jordan. With that, the three of them set off for the car. The mess in Sam's pants slid around yet again as he got off the bench. The feeling of what he'd done followed him with each step. If nothing else, he was glad to be getting changed. Opening the car, Shelby grabbed the diaper bag out of the back seat. She closed the door, then locked it. "Wait, can't we just drive over there?" asked Sam. "Its just across the street and its a beautiful day. Besides, we've got some time to kill before lunch is ready. Come on." Sam didn't argue, even when Shelby took his hand again. He didn't know why she insisted on leading him around like that. The library wasn't far but walking all that way was the last thing Sam wanted to do. As they walked through the parking lot, he released another dribble of pee. It trickled over his balls before meeting the mess in the middle of his diaper. Sam cringed as they walked into the library. He wasn't looking forward to being in an enclosed space with people. One middle aged woman stared at Sam as he walked past her. He briefly made eye contact before turning away. She must have known what he'd done, he thought. As they approached a young blonde librarian, Sam wanted to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else. "Excuse me, are the family restrooms on this floor?" asked Jordan. "Yes, down that hall and to the right." answered the woman. "Thanks." smiled Jordan. Sam was so glad that Jordan had been the one to ask the question. He was terrified that the librarian might smell him if he'd been any closer. He was relieved when they finally entered the bathroom. Jordan closed the door and turned the lock behind her. "Okay, Jordan why don't you help sam step out of those pants and... we'll see what we're dealing with here." said Shelby. In the corner of the room, there was a long broad counter with some short railings on the side. It must have been a changing station. But it looked nothing like the small, flimsy plastic tables that folded out of the walls in most public bathrooms. It was huge. About 5 feet long at least. Sam's heart started pounding as he watched Shelby unloading the contents of his diaper bag: first the baby wipes, then the powder, the diaper rash cream, and finally a new clean folded diaper. Jordan slid his pants down to his ankles and he slowly stepped out of them. "Okay Sam, come here." said Shelby. Sam wasn't sure why but there was something so demeaning... so infantile... about being changed there. She began unfolding the new diaper as he approached her. She set it down on the long countertop. "Okay, turn around for me." she said. Sam did as he was told. She lifted his shirt and gently pulled the elastics back on his diaper. Sam cringed as she poked and prodded at the back of his diaper, spreading the mess around. "Okay... you are one stinky boy. Looks like we got our work cut out for this. Jordan, come here. I hate to say it but I'm gonna need all the help I can get. Lets get you up here, Sam. Come on." Sam put one hand on the railing, getting read to boost himself up. Just as Sam was contemplating how he could climb up onto the table, he felt Shelby grabbing him under his arms and lifting him up. It caught him by surprise at first, but he used what little leverage he had to lift himself at the same time. His butt came to rest on the firm countertop, the mess in his diaper spreading this time to the base of his balls and the cold tile giving him goosebumps against his bare thighs. His bare legs dangled at least two feet off the floor. He was surprised she was able to lift him up like that so effortlessly. She must have had more upper body strength than he thought. But then again, she'd worked with Jess as a nurse, so helping full grown men around wasn't new to her. Despite the fact that he was a full grown man and the changing table - or changing counter- was exceptionally large... he couldn't help but feel so small. "Okay, lay back." said Shelby. Sam did as he was told. Shelby then pulled a small plastic strap across his waist and buckled it into the other strap on the countertop. "Now I know you're probably not gonna roll off but this will just help to keep you from shifting around too much while we change ya. It'll just make things a little easier." she said. Sam couldn't believe it. He felt so confined, so helpless laying there on the cold tile countertop, strapped, wearing only his t shirt and poopy diaper. Before he had so much as another second to contemplate his surroundings, Shelby untapped his diaper. RIP, RIP, RIP.... the tearing open of the tapes seemed to echo through the bathroom. Sam closed his eyes as she pulled open his diaper. The cool air flooded in. "Okay, we'll lift his legs up like this." said Shelby grabbing him by the ankles. "Okay, okay." said Jordan. "Can you help me out here and grab his legs for me there." said Shelby. "Sure." Sam had been ready to grab his legs, his eyes still closed. But to his surprise, he felt Jordan grabbing his ankles and holding them up. He didn't have to do anything. He felt Shelby wiping his butt with the damp portion of his used diaper. Then came the baby wipes. After walking around in a messy diaper for so long, nothing felt better than those cool refreshing wipes. She must have been wiping for 5 minutes. But it wasn't as bad as most messy diaper changes he'd experienced because he didn't even have to hold up his own legs. That was the biggest pain of all and really, his ONLY responsibility during diaper changes in the past. Today, he just had to hold still... which wasn't exactly difficult since he was strapped to the table. Jordan's firm, warm hands held him up. Apparently, she had some upper body strength too. As embarassing as the whole thing was, Sam was actually starting to feel better, both mentally and physically. As he felt Shelby run the last few wipes through his butt crack, he finally felt clean. Completely and totally clean. He couldn't help but smile a little as he felt the ice cold diaper rash cream being rubbed into his skin. Even the smell of the diaper rash cream was southing... but it was the aroma of the baby powder being shook onto his bottom and then his balls that was the best part. Shelby rubbed the powder into his rear end before sliding the diaper underneath him. Jordan slowly lowered him onto the diaper, releasing his legs from her grasp. It felt so strange for Sam to be up off the ground while he was being changed, his legs dangling over the side of the countertop. He slowly opened his eyes again, feeling blinded by the stark florescent lights on the ceiling as he felt his new diaper being pulled up around his genitals and taped firmly in place. With that, Shelby unbuckled him. He sat up on the table but his feet still didn't touch the ground. As Shelby took his dirty diaper and disposed of it in a specially marked garbage bin, Sam slid down off the changing table. Still in only a diaper and a t shirt, Sam picked up his pants which were neatly folded and stepped back into them. Dropping the tube of rash cream on the floor, Shelby bent down to pick it up. As she did, Sam couldn't help but notice the red frilly waistband of her panties peeking up above her jeans. He couldn't help but contemplate how different they were. He was in diapers now... and probably for good. Underneath her clothes, under Jess' clothes, under all women's clothes... was something sexy, stylish... something fashionable. Under his clothes.... something else. Not a matter of style but necessity. It was his protection, his bathroom. But he was no longer allowed to touch himself there. His diaper made that difficult enough already. This short outing had been a strange one for Sam. It wasn't his first messy diaper by any means. But it was a wakeup call. He'd be in diapers for the long haul. The reality of it felt overwhelming... even though it had been a long time coming. He missed Jess. He just wanted to hug her... to be in her arms. He just wanted to go home. The three of them left the library. When he'd gone in, the idea of the change had been unbearably embarrassing for him. But leaving now, he was glad that they hadn't waited. Things could be worse. He could STILL be in a poopy diaper. As strange as it was, his clean and dry diaper leant him a sort of confidence. If anyone smelled him, they would only get a whiff of clean, fresh baby powder... nothing more. He was even starting to feel hungry for lunch.

After a minute or so of sitting on the bedroom floor in his t shirt and fresh diaper, Sam resolved to get up. Still weary of being around Jess, he climbed onto the bed and flipped on the television. Wide awake but wanting to relax a little, he sprawled out on top of the covers, reclining and staring blankly at the screen. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd lost his one and only chance at independence. Of course, wearing a pull up all day and getting it checked at 5 pm was hardly independence and he knew it. And he had to admit he felt much, much more relaxed with a disposable diaper around his waist. The feeling was comforting, familiar, safe. Nothing bad could happen now that he was protected. He hadn't really decided his current fate, being back in diapers, but if given the choice, he certainly preferred it. His only real anxiety came with knowing that Shelby would probably be looking after him tomorrow. That was the last thing he needed. The thought of it was just too stressful. He had to push it out of his mind and think about something else. Sam sighed as he changed the channel and released a tiny stream of warm pee into his diaper. It was quickly absorbed into the thick warm padding between his legs. As often happened at times like this, Sam began to feel hard as a small tent began forming at the front of his diaper. He began massaging the front of his diaper a little almost out of instinct. Hearing Jess talking in the other room, he froze. There was no lock on the bedroom door. He had no real privacy. Climbing out of bed, he tiptoed over to the door and pressed his ear against it. She must have been on the phone. "I'm sorry girl, I know its short notice but you'd really be helping me out a lot... Yeah... yeah, he was in pull ups today but... it didn't go so well. I don't know, you know, I really shouldn't have expected him to go from being in diapers all the time to being home alone and trying to be responsible for using the potty all day. Yeah.... well, he never had the best bathroom habits to begin with so..." Sam took his ear off the door. He couldn't bare to listen anymore. He didn't want to hear Jess go over each and every aspect of his... predicament. The good news was... she was on the phone. She was occupied with something. Climbing back onto the bed, Sam turned up the television a little to ensure that his wife's voice would be inaudible. Even if he didn't hear what she was saying, her condescending tone on the other end of the door would have been a distraction. He began rubbing the front of his diaper again, thrusting his hips a little, the thickness between his legs making only a quiet crinkle around him. As usual, it felt good but it was hardly satisfying. He hand got sore very quickly and there was little relief in sight. But Sam pressed on rubbing the front of his diaper... determined to do something, anything to take his mind off his current circumstance. It was then that the bedroom door swung open. He froze with his hand still on the front of his diaper. He said nothing. Jess stood there in the doorway, hair in a cute ponytail, wearing sweat pants and a tank top and looking as pretty as ever holding a glass of wine. The look on her face was hard to make out. It wasn't surprise... it wasn't anger. There even seemed to be a hint of sarcastic amusement. But she was hard to read. "Are you doing what I think you're doing in here?" she asked. It was only now, after several seconds of acting like a deer in the headlights, that Sam began pulling his t shirt down in an effort to cover the tent at the front of his diaper. "Do we need to have another talk about you touching the front of your diaper?" "Um... no." was all Sam could manage to say. She pursed her lips a bit before taking a sip of wine. She sighed. "There are a lot of reasons I don't like you touching your diaper like that, sweetie. We've been over this. But just to refresh your memory, I think its gross, its disgusting, and it shows that you have no self control. Not to mention the fact that your diapers probably aren't going to fit as well if you're constantly tugging and pulling on them all day. Do you like it when I'm the one pleasuring you?" "Uh... yeah." he said. "Yeah? I like it too. I like being close to you. But if you're touching yourself constantly, I don't feel like you need any help from me. And a boy who can't keep his hands to himself isn't very attractive in my book. Now, this has been a stressful day and a stressful afternoon for me... probably for both of us." She sighed again before taking a small sip of wine. "But you know what? You wanna touch yourself, go right ahead. Go for it. Get it all out of your system. Because after tonight, you're gonna be in trouble if I catch you again." she said. "What are you saying?" asked Sam. "I'm saying go for it. But I'm not gonna leave you unsupervised." "Wait... w-what?" "I'm saying if you wanna give yourself a treat, go right ahead... but I get to watch." she said with a small smirk. Getting nervous, Sam stood up. "Look Jess, I'm sorry. You're right. I can control myself. I won't do it anymore. I'm sorry." he said. "No, no. You wanted to touch yourself so now you're getting the opportunity." she said, gently pressing his shoulders back and forcing him onto the bed. "Look, I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore. I promise." "After tonight, you won't be allowed to do it anymore. But right now, you get a free pass." Sam sighed. "One thing before you start though, are you wet?" she asked. "Uh, yeah." said Sam, hoping his damp diaper would be just the ticket he needed to get out of this awkward situation. He hoped for a change. If nothing else, he'd be allowed to get a few seconds out of his diaper, feeling his wife's soft hands - out of the confinement of the thick padding that surrounded him and trapped him now. "Lets see." said Jess. As if on cue, Sam stood up. Jess slid her two fingers into the leg band of his diaper, feeling it for a second. "Oh, you're fine. We'll change you in a little bit. But you can sit down for now." she said, pushing him back onto the bed. Sam's small tent in his damp diaper still hadn't fully gone away. He didn't know what to do. The whole situation made him uncomfortable. But, all things considered, Jess was being pretty lenient it seemed. Usually, he'd just be told to keep his hands to himself... under her watchful eye for the rest of the night. Now, at least he had a chance at relief. But he'd never actually had in relief IN his diaper.... well, at least not sexual. The padding had always proved too confining. And he hadn't exactly had a lot of ample opportunities for privacy. "Well... what are you waiting for?" asked Jess, standing over him. "Are you sure about this?" he asked hesitantly. "Yep. This is what you wanted. You wanted to give yourself a treat. Now's your chance." "Can I uh... have a glass of wine?" he asked. "Sure... after you cum in your diaper." Sam hung his head, staring at his diapered crotch for a few seconds. Very slowly, and very gently he began rubbing the front of his diaper again. At first, he barely felt anything through the thick padding. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about Jess standing over him. She'd seen him at his worst, she'd changed his diapers. In truth, it was hard to be embarrassed around her. But tonight was pushing it. Still... after 30 seconds, the feeling of thrusting his hips and his partially erect member into the crinkling padding of his diaper was getting better. He was caring less and less that Jess was watching. Finally, his hand started to cramp up again. He took a break, still breathing very heavily. He looked up at Jess who was still standing over him. "Did you cum already?" she asked, taking another sip of wine. He shook his head. "Its just my hand." said Sam. Well, you're not getting any help from me. Take your time... relax. But you're gonna be here until you finish." Catching his breath, Sam resumed thrusting into his diaper, now pressing down on the padding just to keep himself steady. He glanced up at Jess. She had that same tiny smirk that she'd had earlier. He knew she must have been enjoying this. Why else would she ask him to do it? At one point, she leaned in so her face was only a few inches away from his. He kept rubbing the front of his diaper but desperately wanted to know what she was about to do. She whispered into his ear. "You're doing fine. Just keep going. I'm gonna get a few things set up." Sam watched out the corner of his eye as Jess walked over to the dresser, pulling a new diaper from its package and opening it up before setting it down on the towel. She opened the tub of wipes and set it down next to the diaper. Somehow, knowing that she was getting things ready to change his diaper... turned Sam on even more. She walked back over to him and stood over him for a few seconds. Then, much to Sam's surprise, she sat down next to him... all while he was still rubbing himself and thrusting into his diaper. She put one arm around him, gently and rhythmically stroking his back. He glanced at her for a moment. He saw the outline of her black bra clearly through her white tank top. "You getting close?" she whispered. Sam nodded, continuing to rub the front of his diaper. "Does it feel good to be protected again?" whispered Jess. "Yeh." Sam grunted. "Yeah?" "Uh huh." he mumbled. "All safe in your disposable diaper?" Sam nodded, thrusting more vigorously now. "We'll change you into a fresh, dry diaper after you cum." she said. Sam nodded. His hand was cramping up a little now but he ignored it, continuing to thrust his hips. In a massive wave of pleasure, he came explosively, shooting his load into the soft, thick padding of his disposable diaper. Gasping and squirming a little in the intense intense pleasure, Sam felt a little off balance. He leaned over, falling into Jess' lap. Opening his eyes, feeling light headed and out of breath, he now felt his head resting on his wife's thigh. He looked up at her. She looked down at him, stroking his hair a little, brushing his bangs back across his forehead. Sam felt exhausted, but great. Jess leaned over, kissing him on his forehead. Sam felt like he could have laid there on her lap forever. "Come on, honey." she said, placing her hands on his shoulders and raising him back up to a sitting position and taking his hand. He didn't want to get up but as Jess stood up, he knew he had no choice. She led him a few steps over to the towel sitting on the floor. He placidly and obediently laid down in front of her. She gently rolled up his t shirt before slowly untaping his diaper. The inside of his diaper had gotten warm and sweaty so just the feeling of cool air felt great. The cold baby wipes that she used to clean him off were refreshing to say the least. Grabbing his ankles with both hands, she raised his legs and bottom up. Sam grabbed hold of his knees, holding himself up. But the powder was probably the best part... feeling dry again after being trapped in dampness. She shook a generous amount onto his balls and rear, gently rubbing it in with her smooth hands. Resting his butt on a fresh clean diaper, Jess pulled it closed and taped it snugly shut. She grabbed some baby wipes and clean off her hands. "Dinner's gonna be ready soon. I'll expect to see you in there. You worked up quite an appetite." she said, standing up and exiting the room. Sam laid on the floor for a little longer, relaxing. All things considered, this hadn't been a bad night. He'd honestly thought Jess would be giving him the silent treatment all night. He figured he got off easy... no pun intended. Dinner was tasty but uneventful. Jess smiled at him once or twice but nothing erotic, just a friendly smile. Sam was mostly silent. Jess talked a little about her day and how the office had been more stressful than usual this week. After clearing the plates off the table, Jess poured him a glass of wine. After a few minutes, the two of them retired to the couch and watched TV for a few minutes. Sam remained quiet, now feeling a bit tired. "You look sleepy? Maybe its about we get you to bed, huh?" Sam nodded. Sleep was just what he wanted. "Why don't you go ahead. I'll be in there in a while. Think I'll have another glass of wine... unwind a bit." said Jess. Sam nodded. He didn't care. He honestly just wanted to sleep. Pulling the covers back, he climbed into bed. Tired and groggy, he couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. Probably a day with Shelby. Another day of work. But Jess would be back in the evening... and likely in a far better mood than she'd been today. All he had to do was to be civil with Shelby. No easy task. But he could manage. All these thoughts swirling around in his head made it difficult for Sam to get to sleep, as tired as he was. When the bedroom door opened, Sam closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Jess walked past the bed, right into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Listening to the faint trickle of her peeing, Sam couldn't help but realize that same familiar urge was creeping up on him. He let go in his diaper. The warmth trickled over his balls before disappearing into his swelling diaper. Jess could have her bathroom and scented candles. As far as Sam was concerned, there was no substitute for being able to curl up tired in bed after a long day without having to get up for any reason. And even though he'd just wet, he knew the garment around his waist could hold plenty more... and that he'd wake up in a dry bed the next morning. Sam yawned, hearing the sound of the sink running and the bathroom door opening. He closed his eyes again, feeling Jess climbing into bed next to him. Laying on his side with his eyes closed, he couldn't see his wife. But he felt her warm touch on his shoulder as she snuggled up behind him. He bit his lip, feeling her warm fingers graze his thigh as they slid into the leg band of his diaper. She felt around for a second or two, then slid her fingers out. Sam sat for a moment in suspense, unsure of whether or not she was contemplating his need for a diaper change. He really didn't want to get out of bed. He was so comfortable. His anxiety vanished when he felt her place her warm hand on his diapered hip. He was safe.... protected and safe.... clear to drift off to sleep in his wife's arms.

I don't think peeing in the pool is horrific or shocking at all by any means... that being said, I honestly can't recall if I've ever done it before! My point was merely that peeing in most OTHER places outside the bathroom (and certainly in public) is socially unaccetable for most folks in day to day life. People on this board might have some different opinions on that... All I'm saying is that its ironic that its socially accetable in some situations but considered shocking in others. If that makes any sense.

I thought this was an interesting article about swimmers in the olympics. Its funny, if you ever told anyone that you frequently peed in your pants or frequently peed in a diaper OR frequently peed yourself in public ... and you thought it wasn't a big deal... you'd probably be judged very, very harshly. But this olympic swimmer isn't embarrassed to say that he DOES pee in the pool ... and the writer of this article isn't afraid to defend him, even referring to it as "totally liberating". Funny, I think a lot of us would say the same thing about peeing somewhere other than the bathroom. According to some surveys, as many as 1 out of every 4 people pee in the pool. I guess there are just some ways of peeing yourself that aren't socially unacceptable... and some that most defiantly *ARE* RYAN LOCHTE USES THE POOL FOR A PURPOSE OTHER THAN SWIMMING "Ryan Lochte is like every other competitive swimmer who's donned a Speedo and goggles: He sometimes uses the pool as a restroom. Unlike every other competitive swimmer who's donned a Speedo and goggle, Lochte has done it on the sport's biggest stage: At the Olympics. The 11-time Olympic medalist admitted to "Access Hollywood" that he went No. 1 in the pool in which he was later crowned No. 1 in the 400 IM. "I did in warm-up," he told Ryan Seacrest. "I think there's just something about getting into chlorine water that you just automatically go." He stressed that he doesn't do it in competition because -- why would you go during competition? If you can't hold it for 1 minute, 52 seconds, then you have bigger problems with which to contend. So the warm-up pool is likely not where you were thinking. Is Lochte gross for doing this? No, not at all. Using the pool in that way is as much a part of swimming as dryland, early morning practices, throwing kickboards and complaining about how cold the pool is. Lochte isn't ashamed. Nor am I. Nor are the hundreds of thousands of competitive swimmers who have done the same. I haven't been a competitive swimmer in over a decade, but I coached for a long time after and can safely report nothing's changed. Everyone does it. There's a name for swimmers who say they've never gone in the pool: Liars. Why do swimmers do it? Four reasons: 1. Pool bathrooms are gross. They're soaking wet all the time and you can't be entirely sure all the water has come from bodies dripping. 2. It's usually a long way from the pool to the bathroom. The air can be cold, the pool always feels colder upon getting back in and there's rarely a good time to leave the water. 3. Totally liberating. 4. Have you ever seen what pure chlorine does to skin or a fabric? Once you have, you'll never question its powers in killing liquid again. This is a victimless crime. Is it gross to think about? Sure. But it's like eating steak. If you sit and think about what you're doing, it can be off-putting. That's why you put your head down, throw on your blinders and move on with your life. Plus, it's not like anyone will ever find out unless you announce it to the host of "American Idol" or post it on the most visited Olympic blog in the world. You know how I know? Because no one ever caught me and I never caught anyone. If you're nodding your head right now: Solidarity, brothers (and sisters). If you're getting ready to write me an angry email about health standards, please include the location of your neighborhood pool. I'll come by, we can take a dip together and discuss the issue."

Sam awoke to the feeling of Jess gently stroking his hair. He felt the bulge of his warm, soggy diaper between his legs as he rolled over onto his back. Opening his eyes to his wife's smiling face was nice. With a yawn, he noticed she was wearing a white button down blouse, seemingly all ready to head off to work. "You have a good rest, sleepy head?" she asked. Sam smiled and nodded. He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. It would be at least 30 minutes before Jess had to leave for work. Then he smiled again, remembering the day he had ahead of him. It was a work day to be sure but he'd finally have the little bit of independence he'd been secretly craving. Today was the day he'd get to try out the pull ups Jess purchased for him. While calling them that felt a little babyish, it hardly mattered to him. At any rate, the word 'pull ups' wasn't nearly as babyish as the word DIAPERS... a word that he cringed at for so long but now barely even cared about. It was just part of their daily vocabulary as a couple. Well, Jess' vocabulary anyway. Sam had always avoided using the word whenever possible. But his new pull ups weren't diapers and that was all that mattered. And it was a lot easier than calling them 'incontinence briefs'. "Can I make you some breakfast before I head out?" asked Jess with a friendly smile. "Oh, yeah, sure. I was gonna take a shower real quick though if thats okay." said Sam. Sam usually didn't shower until afternoon or early evening but he wanted to start the day out right. He wanted to be fresh, clean, and showered. Today, if he had to pee, he'd be able to go to the toilet to do it. No wet diapers. No Shelby. No annoying diaper changes. "Sure, honey. Just don't stay in there too long, I'm leaving soon here. You wanna come lay back for me over here and we'll get you changed?" asked Jess. Sam nodded. Part of him thought she would have just allowed him to take off his own diaper since he was heading straight to the shower. But he did as he was told. She ripped the tapes and opened it up, proceeding to wipe down his balls and penis with the cold baby wipes. Lifting his butt, she slid the wet diaper out from under him before quickly running a wipe over his bare bottom and between his cheeks. Sam hardly thought this was necessary since he was about to shower but he figured she probably did it more out of habit than anything else. The walk to the bathroom for a shower after getting his diaper untaped was always awkward. It was the only part of his day where he got to be naked. The cool air on his damp genitals felt strange. Tossing his sleep shirt onto the floor, Sam quickly turned on the shower. Feeling the warm water cascade over him and running the soap over his body, he quickly began to feel erect. Sam took himself in his hands, pleasuring himself as he usually did. He knew Jess might not approve but it was the only time in his day where he even had the opportunity to pleasure himself... but even that might be about to change. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how different pull ups were from diapers. When he was diapered, the fit around his waist was usually so snug that he could barely slide his fingers between the waistband and his bare skin... and he definitely didn't have room to slide his entire hand in. He was always confined in diapers. Showering and changing were the only times he got to feel truly 'naked' Opening the bathroom door, he began tying his towel around his waist as he emerged into the bedroom in a cloud of steam. As if knowing he'd finished his shower, Jess walked into the bedroom carrying his package of pull ups in her hands. She set them down on the dresser next to his package of adult diapers. "Okay, I got some breakfast for you on the table. You have a good shower?" she asked. "Uh, yeah." said Sam, paranoid that she knew what he'd been doing. "Lets get you dried off." she said pulling the towel out from his waist and wrapping it around his upper body before tussling his damp hair with it. This caught Sam off guard but he said nothing as Jess began toweling him off. He knew she didn't want to be late for work. "Arms up." she said. Sam obeyed without even thinking as she slid a t shirt onto him. Sam took the shirt in his hands and finished by pulling it over his head. Standing there, naked except for his shirt, he watched as Jess tore open the new plastic package before pulling out the new garment he saw before him. In truth, the folded pull up in her hand didn't look much different from the way his diapers looked when they were removed from their package.... it was a little thinner but white and mostly the same. But Sam tried to remind himself that these were not diapers. He watched as she knelt down before pulling one open and stretching out the waistband a little. Seeing her holding it open for him to step in, it almost looked like a pair of underwear... almost. Sam slid one leg through the first leg hole... then the next. Jess quickly slid the garment up his legs until it was around his waist. Sam sighed. He had hoped to be the one to put it on himself... so much for his newfound independence. But at least they felt thinner between his legs than his thick, super absorbent diapers did. "Hows it feel?" she asked with a smile. "Um... great." said Sam. "Comfortable?" she asked. "Yeah." said Sam, smiling. "Great. Now just a few quick reminders... I know you know this but... when you pee in the toilet, make sure you lift up the seat. But always remember to put it back down when you're done, okay?" Sam nodded. "And always flush after you're done. And... last but not least?"asked Jess, hoping for her husband to fill in the blank. "Um... pull my pull up back up?" asked Sam. "After that." said Jess. "Um..." "How about wash your hands?" said Jess. "Oh, yeah, I mean of course. Yeah." he mumbled. "Now this is what you wanted so I'm trusting that you'll get the hang of it. I know you haven't been using the toilet that regularly but its 10 feet away, I'm sure you can manage. But I expect you to use it all day today. If anything happens, you're protected but remember... I want you to use the potty." "You don't have to worry about that." Sam said confidently. Good. Remember, your pull ups are just in case, okay? And they're not as absorbent as your diapers so even if you feel yourself having an accident, I still want you to get to the potty as quick as you can, okay?" Sam nodded. "And when I get home, we'll diaper you back up for the night and you can give your pull up to me and we'll double check to make sure you stayed dry. Sound good?" "Yeah... sure." said Sam. "Okay sweetie, I love you very much and I'm so proud of you. Call me if you need anything." said Jess, giving him a great big hug before kissing him on the cheek. With that, she walked out the front door. Sam smiled. He walked over to his laptop. Plugging it in near the kitchen table, he pressed the button to start it up. He set it down on the table as the screen lit up. Sliding up a chair, he sat down. As his computer's bright background appeared in front of him, he briefly considered going to put on some pants. After all, the whole rule about not wearing pants in the house was purely to ensure that Jess (or anyone else) could easily check his diaper. He needed no one to check him now. After biting into a piece of buttered toast and sipping some coffee, he gazed into his bedroom for a brief moment, he considered it but ultimately decided not to. He had always wanted pants to prevent others from seeing him in his protection. Since he was alone now it didn't matter. Logging on to the system network for his office and finishing his coffee, Sam quickly set himself to work. If anything, he figured that pull ups would make his day much more efficient, since he wouldn't have to stop for diaper checks and diaper changes constantly. When he was at home, with no distractions, Sam was in the zone. He typed with purpose and moved at a brisk pace. Sam might have been absent minded in many ways but, when it came to his job, he thought he was pretty decent. Working at home had only made him more proficient with each little mundane task before him. In some ways, Sam valued his job more now, not only because he could work from home but because it was a tangible connection to the adult world. Of course that was because he was an adult. He had an adult relationship with his wife. He had an adult apartment. He had an adult computer. He knew he shouldn't be insecure just because he wore diapers. Just because someone else helped him with his bladder problems and helped him keep up with changes and good hygiene... didn't make him a baby. Besides, with his newly rediscovered bathroom use, his protection would be little more than a minor nuisance during the day. He knew he really didn't need pull ups. Part of him just wanted to go into the dresser to look for a pair of underwear for the day and discard the pull up. He knew Jess wouldn't be back for hours. But he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his newfound freedom. Well over an hour after he started working, he was starting to feel like he needed to pee. Not taking any chances, he got up and proceed to the bathroom. Sliding the garment down a few inches, his pee trickled into the toilet. Sam cringed as he saw a few drops land on the seat. He was quick to grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe it off when he was finished. He'd forgotten Jess' advice but he'd surely remember next time. No harm had been done. He quickly returned to the kitchen, pouring himself half a cup of coffee before sitting back down at the kitchen table. Another 45 minutes and the urge to pee hit him once again. That coffee had gone right through him. But he didn't want to break from his work again just yet. He knew he'd have plenty of time to look at just one more bar graph. After all, the bathroom was never more than a few steps away. Running some numbers in his head, Sam was startled by the feeling of warm pee trickling over his balls before being absorbed. Sam quickly thrust his hand between his legs, stopping the stream immediately. How could he have been so careless?! Luckily, he'd stopped the flow of pee almost as soon as it began. His heart was pounding. He wondered how this could have happened. He quickly tried to reassure himself that it was only an accident... an 'accident' that had happened when he'd barely been in pull ups for 2 hours. It was normal for Sam to wet slowly and frequently throughout the day and very, very rare for him to use the toilet. He had just been working and wasn't thinking. It just happened out of habit. And it was far from a full blown 'accident', just a tiny trickle really. Still... Sam felt instantly nervous. He knew Jess said that he wasn't supposed to use his pull ups. How would she feel if she knew that he'd wet on his first day in them? Sliding his hand down into his pull up, he felt the inside for moisture. It was barely damp. She might not notice. Sam stood up, sliding his pull up down to his knees. There was a faint, almost invisible yellow stain at the front. Would she notice, he wondered. Sliding the pull up back up, Sam suddenly felt so vulnerable. For a moment, he felt like he was already looking forward to going back to the absolute protection of his diapers that evening when Jess returned. But he quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. Sitting back down, calming himself, Sam realized that he actually had plenty of options. With an entire package full of pull ups, he could easily slip the old one into the diaper genie and put a new one on. Then he could show Jess a perfectly dry pull up when she returned. There was no danger. Pulling up yet another bar graph on his computer and looking over some numbers, Sam tried to throw himself back into his work and to ground his mind in something that he understood... something that gave him back his confidence. After a few minutes, Sam realized that in all his nervousness, he'd forgotten all about going back to the toilet despite the fact that he still had to pee. Besides, he would have to exchange his pull up for a new one anyway. As he began typing a quick email, an idea popped into his head. If he had to throw away his pull up, he might as well use it. He could skip going to the bathroom, get more work done, and even find out how much his pull up held. If he ever did have a full blown accident in it, it would be a good thing to be aware of. As he finished sending the email and clicked on another window, he started peeing again. The warm urine trickled into his pull up before being absorbed between his legs. He stopped the stream just once, worried about flooding it. Without even taking his eyes off the screen, he slid his hand between his legs along the outside of his pull up to ensure it hadn't leaked. All dry. He released the last of his urine into the pull up. The garment had swelled up to nearly twice its normal size but it still didn't seem to bulge as much as his disposable diapers. Then again, he knew that he wouldn't be able to wet it again. He was sure he had filled it to its capacity. Standing up, he felt his chair to make sure he hadn't leaked on anything. The warm wet pull up sagged heavily between his legs. He hadn't even peed that much. So many thoughts were racing through his mind, he barely even noticed the small tent in the front of his pull up. He sat down and looked at his computer screen for a moment, then looked down at his soggy pull up. Before long, he was rubbing the front of his pull up. He couldn't help it. There was no one there to stop him and even after it had absorbed his urine, the padding was still much thinner then his diapers. He grasped himself through the soggy padding as he continued to rub the front of his pull up. Growing even more excited, he slid his hand down inside the warm, damp inside of the garment to grab his penis. Squirming in his seat a little, he came explosively into his warm pull up. Catching his breath, he smiled. THAT certainly wasn't something he would have been able to do in his diapers... at least not with such ease. Feeling a little gross sitting in his wet pull up, Sam began to contemplate cleaning himself up. How hard could it be? He thought. He might not have been able to change his own diapers but changing out of a pull up would be much easier. Walking into the bedroom, Sam grabbed the tub of baby wipes from off the dresser and headed to the bathroom. As he slid the pull up down, it was so heavily it practically fell to the floor without any effort at all. Pulling out 2 baby wipes, Sam quickly wiped himself down. Feeling cleaner already, he walked back out and opened up his diaper genie. It took him a moment to open the metal lid - throwing out his own used diapers was yet another task he wasn't accustomed to. He then pulled a new clean pull up from the open package. Pulling it open, he stepped into it and slid it up around his waist. He felt clean enough but he couldn't help but notice that the fresh, dry feeling he always had after a diaper change was missing. He figured it probably had something to do with the lack of baby powder, lotion, or diaper rash cream. He hadn't used any of those. Jess always diapered him with such care... never missing an opportunity to take a little extra time for his skin... for his cleanliness... and for his comfort. But he had a dry pull up on and he'd gotten rid of the used one. That was all that mattered. He placed the tub of wipes back where he found it, being careful to close the plastic lid just as it was. Washing his hands, Sam took a quick lunch break to make himself a little sandwich with a small side of potato chips to much on. Sitting back down at the kitchen table, Sam began reviewing more pages of data on the computer. Glancing at the digital clock in the corner of his computer screen, Sam realized that it would be less than 3 hours before Jess came home. He'd missed her. While he was glad Shelby wasn't staying with him today, the house felt a little lonely. Eventually, Sam felt a familiar rumbling in his lower belly. He knew that feeling all too well. He figured he better use the toilet rather than procrastinate for even a single moment. Getting up from his chair, he felt vulnerable once again. He ran his hand over his rear end. As thin as the padding was between his legs, it was even thinner in the butt. His pull ups were clearly not designed for any serious accidents. They clearly wouldn't hold up in any kind of emergency like that. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about that today. He promptly arrived in the bathroom without a hint of anxiety. There was no real urgency... he just wanted to get this done with do he could return to work. Before sitting down, he took a moment to look at his surroundings. The bathroom looked different then he remembered it several months ago. He used the shower every day... but he never took the time to even look at the toilet or even the sink. The bathroom even smelled different. He'd noticed it earlier when he peed in the toilet but hadn't thought anything of it. Three small scented candles sat on top of the toilet. By the bathtub, Jess had several different shampoos, body washes, and conditioners... even some bubble bath. Sure, he came here to brush his teeth from time to time. He showered here. But this room now belonged to her. She had made it into her own realm... and he felt like a stranger in a foreign place. It didn't upset Sam necessarily... it was just something he had never considered before. Jess had been so cheerful and pleasant because she had almost unlimited access to a place where she could fix her hair, do her makeup, take bubble baths, and do whatever else she did enjoyed doing in the bathroom. He had to wonder if she would have preferred him to never use her bathroom. But here he was. She'd given him permission to use the bathroom all day. Sitting down, the toilet seat was much colder then he'd remembered it. When he used his diaper, he was free to go anywhere he wanted and get into any position he chose. On the toilet, he was stuck in one rigid, inflexible posture... wiping his butt proved to be a real chore too. He'd always sort of taken it for granted that Jess helped him out in that way. Looking back on it, her diaper changes seemed even more loving and tender when began thinking about how unpleasant they must have been for her. Sure, she said she didn't mind it. Maybe she didn't. But it wasn't an easy or pleasant task by any means. Washing his hands in the sink, Sam walked back out to the kitchen table as his mind continued to wander. Using the toilet had gone just fine but... it had felt a little awkward. He'd only just gotten completely comfortable with messing his diaper and now he'd had no real choice but to use the toilet... he certainly wouldn't have even wanted to try doing that his pull up! In diapers, there was no rush... no urgency... no pressure... and no singular place in the house where he had to be. The thick padding of his diapers that now felt so lacking in his current garment had always served to reassure him. Knowing he'd be protected from anything, anytime, anywhere no matter what was just yet another peace of mind that he'd taken for granted all too long. And knowing that someone would always be there to help him, to make him clean again, to make him whole, and to reassure him. That was yet another thing he missed. He'd been away from Jess and out of diapers for only a few hours... but it seemed like a lot longer then that. Pushing these thoughts out of his mind, Sam set himself to typing once again. He just had to focus on work. In no time at all, Jess would be home. Well, actually, it would take just under 2 hours for her to return... but that wasn't too long at all. Opening up a new internet window on his computer, Sam was startled yet again by a trickling in his pull up! Crossing his legs and thrusting his hand onto his padded crotch, Sam managed to stop his stream of urine yet again. Twice in one day? He'd barely even felt the sensation of needing to pee. His bladder wasn't anywhere near being full. Sam tried to tell himself that these weren't real 'accidents' but merely that he'd been a bit careless. He was used to wearing a diaper and, when he was in diapers, it didn't matter if he peed a little now and then. It was just a new routine. Tomorrow, he knew he could do better. It was just a matter of getting used to peeing in the toilet again. Glancing at the clock, Sam knew he had better discard his current pull up, even though it wasn't that wet. When Jess came home, he wanted her to see a pull up that was bone dry. Sliding off the other pull up and disposing of it in the diaper genie, Sam pulled another pull up from its package. He knew he couldn't go through this many pull ups in a single day. Tomorrow, his goal would be to wear one pull up, all day, no accidents. Of course, that had been his goal today... and it hadn't been nearly as easy as he thought it would be. But he tried to remind himself that he hadn't had any major, full blown accidents... just a few brief moments of carelessness. But it was a new routine. Looking at his final data set of the afternoon, Sam heard keys turning in the lock. The front door swung open. It was Jess. "Hey honey, how was your day?" she asked. "It was good." said Sam standing up and stretching his legs. Jess gave him a quick hug. "Great. You make it to the bathroom okay?" she asked. "Yeah." said Sam. It was pretty much the truth. "So... how was your day?" asked Sam. "Oh it was busy, busy, busy. I'm actually exhausted. You dry?" she asked. "Yeah." said Sam matter of factly. "Lets see here." she said lifting up his t shirt and sliding her finger into the leg band of his pull up. "Okay, cool. Good job." she said, smiling at him. He smiled back. "Well, I'm gonna change out of my work clothes and then we'll diaper you, okay?" Sam nodded. He gave no visible reaction but this was quite possibly the happiest he'd ever been to get diapered again. He'd gotten plenty of work done... but his day had been filled with accidents, awkwardness, and anxiety. He was ready to leave all that behind and just relax. "SAM..." he heard his wife shout in a harsh tone of voice. "What?" he called back. "GET IN HERE." he wife said sternly. Sam's heart started pounding. Had she found out that he'd had an accident earlier in the day? Was she angry. Sam slowly walked into the bedroom.... Jess was nowhere to be found. "Uh... Jess?" he said. "I'm in here!" he heard her call. Sam then glanced in the bathroom. Jess was standing there with her hands on her hips, and an angry, pensive look on her face. "You wanna explain to me WHY you didn't feel the need to flush the toilet today after your little BM today?" she asked. Stepping towards the doorway of the bathroom, the smell inside was instantly obvious. Sam's heart sank. He couldn't remember the last time this had happened. He'd left a less than pleasant present in the toilet for his wife to find. Flushing the toilet was the easiest thing in the world... he just forgot sometimes. And while Jess was certainly annoyed when he failed to flush his pee down the toilet... this was much worse. "No, ah no. Look, I'm sorry Jess. It was an accident, I mean, I didn't mean to leave it. I just forgot." Sam stuttered. Jess flushed the toilet. "I asked you to do three simple things today, Sam: put the seat down for me, flush, and wash your hands. You know, just because I change your diapers and clean up your messes on a daily basis doesn't mean you get to stink up my bathroom. I know, using the potty has never been your strength but I thought you'd at least be able to manage for a few hours if you were protected. This is ridiculous, Sam. This is why I feel so much better when you're in diapers... because there are no surprises. You might make a mess or do something gross but at least then I know that it STAYS IN YOUR DIAPER. I'm ready for it. I expect it. What I don't expect is to leave my husband at home for a few hours while I go to work and come back to find THIS is my bathroom!" "I know, I know, you're right. I'm sorry, Jess." stammered Sam "How hard is it to flush a toilet?" "Its not hard. I'm sorry." said Sam. Jess took a deep breath and sighed, walking past Sam out into the bedroom. She just stared at the floor for a moment shaking her head. "No... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, Sam. This is my fault really." "No, Jess, its not. Its mine." said Sam. "No, its my fault. I shouldn't have put you in pull ups so soon. I shouldn't have expected you to be able to go back to using the potty this quick. You were never that good at it to begin with. I just... I guess I forgot because you've been in diapers for so long. It wasn't fair to ask you to just go without them all of the sudden. I remember you used to pee on the seat all the time. You wouldn't flush. Even... what happened today... its not like it was the first time you forgot to flush like that. And those are just the times you actually made it to the bathroom." she said. "I'm sorry, Jess." "It was my fault, Sam. Using the potty is just too much responsibility for you right now. You need diapers. And thats okay. It doesn't mean I love you any less." said Jess, sighing again and unbuttoning her white blouse. Sam couldn't help but admire the light blue, lacy bra she had on underneath. He tried not to stare at her cleavage. He knew that this wasn't anything sexual. She was just changing out of her work clothes. She stared at the package of his pull ups for a moment. "Did you... how many pull ups did you go through today?" she asked. "What do you mean?" asked Sam. She looked right into his eyes, irritated at his evasive answer. "Sam, look at me. Tell me the truth. How many pull ups did you use today?" He sighed. "Two." Jess shook her head again, and sighed again, looking pensive. He couldn't help but think about how sexy she looked, standing before him, hands on her hips, wearing only a black pair of dress pants, a dark belt, and her bra... her golden brown hair in a tight pony tail. She exuded confidence... and authority. "Is that including the one you're wearing right now?" she asked. "Um... three." he said. "So you had two accidents?" "Well, I mean, barely. I just, there was barely any dampness it was just... I wasn't thinking and..." "Sam, save it. I can't say I'm surprised. I thought you'd probably have at least one accident today." "Really?" he asked. "Yeah... I'll be honest. I was never completely okay with letting you go without diapers. I just... I know that being in diapers hasn't been easy for you. I know that I've been pretty strict about making the decisions where thats concerned... but this is why, Sam. You've proven you can't handle it. I mean, admit it, isn't your life easier when I'm taking care of your diapers?" "Look Jess, I know I screwed up today but tomorrow I can-" "Sam, you're going to be in diapers tomorrow. I'll take the day off or I'll call Shelby but you are not going back to pull ups tomorrow." Sam sighed. He wanted to defend himself but no words came out of his mouth. "But... but Jess." "End of discussion, Sam." said Jess. She slid her hands under Sam's shirt almost unexpectedly, sliding his pull up down to his ankles. He stepped out. "Now lay down here for me." she said. Sam did as he was told, laying down on the towel in front of him. Jess picked up the nearly full package of pull ups and walked over to the closet. "We'll keep these just in case we go out somewhere where there aren't any places to change your diaper nearby. But I don't think you'll be wearing em' again for a long time... if at all." Sam bit his lip. He felt like crying. He wanted to go back to wearing diapers but... not like this. Jess knelt down in front of him and began unfolding a clean diaper. "Come on, grab your knees." Sam did as he was told, flinching a little feeling a cold baby wipe on his balls then running down his butt crack. Even though Jess was mad, she wanted to make sure he was thoroughly cleaned up. She knew he'd wet himself and was taking care of his skin. The extra attention she paid to Sam's butt cheeks was weird. He figured she didn't even trust him to wipe his own butt thoroughly at this point. She then slid the new disposable diaper underneath him and began powdering his rear. "Down." she said. Sam sat his butt down and she quickly pulled the diaper up, taping it snugly in place. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. So did Jess. He was finally protected again. REAL protection. Sitting up, Sam instantly felt more relaxed feeling the thick padding of a fresh clean diaper around his butt. Sam sat on the towel for a moment as he watched Jess unbuckle her belt and slide her pants down as she stepped out of them, revealing a pair of pink lacy boyshorts. Not a thong. But very sexy, Sam thought. Staring at her rear end in a beautiful piece of lingerie was just a firm reminder that even his pull ups had not been enough to protect him today. He needed his diapers. And he was glad he had them. As Jess stepped into a pair of sweatpants and walked out of the room, Sam realized he was still sitting on the floor in only his new clean diaper and t shirt... the container of baby powder and the box of wipes right next to him.

Interesting story. Your character, Winter, seems to be developing nicely. It sounds like we can relate to her feelings and emotions. This is your first story so you'll get much better with practice. You sound like you take constructive criticism pretty well and thats a good thing because you're writing already seems like its getting better in just a few short installments. Just so you know, its kind of a rule when writing a story to separate things that a character says into their own paragraph to make them easier to read - even if its just a sentence. Also, if there are multiple characters, its important to mention who is talking so the reader doesn't get confused. Here's just a small example from your first installment of how it might look. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Both faith and zoey were in diapers full time. Zoey tried potty training once but she wasnt ready so her parents just put her back in diapers. "Which one of you cuties made a present for me?" asked Winter with a smile. Both girls giggled and continued to play. "Ok guess ill just have to check you both." she said, plucking up Faith to give her butt a sniff. Sometimes it may feel a bit strange to write like this at first. It might sometimes feel like you've got a bunch of individual sentences. But it makes the story easier to follow, especially if there are multiple characters having a full conversation. I think your story will look much more professional if you do that. Anyways, cool story, interesting concept. Good luck with the rest!

"How you feeling?" asked Jess, stroking his back a little. "I'm okay I guess." he said. "Just relax, okay?" Sam nodded feeling awkward having just told Jess that he had to go... and now sitting there acting like nothing was wrong. He felt so vulnerable. She knew what was coming. She was probably just sitting there waiting for it. But, to her credit, she didn't say anything. The two of them just sat there. Jess kept her arm around Sam, stroking his back. After a few minutes of watching TV, Sam's eyes wandered to the plastic shopping bags at the front door. There were two bags where he could see the familiar blue packaging of his diapers and another, different package nestled next to one of the packages of diapers. It was blue but a different shade of blue, just a different packaging. He slowly got off the couch and walked over to pick up the strange new package. "Are these those pull ups?" he asked, holding them and inspecting them with his eyes. "Yeah. You can give those a try bright and early tomorrow morning when you wake up and lemme know what ya think." said Jess. It was almost as if she was preemptively striking down any possibility that he might be able to try them out tonight. Deep down, Sam already knew that he'd probably only be wearing them during the day when he was working and probably only while Jess was gone. He wasn't that anxious to try them on anyway. Standing there in his diaper, his body quickly reminded him that he had another priority anyway. As he bent over to set the package down the urge seemed to rush back. When he stood up, he didn't stand straight up. He stayed slightly hunched over with one hand on his stomach. The feeling in his stomach must have been obvious to Jess. She stood up and walked over to comfort him. "You want me to give you some privacy?" she asked, gently stroking his back again. "Uh... no... I don't know." said Sam, feeling almost ready to let loose but still too nervous to go through with it. "Just relax." whispered Jess in his ear. Jess then stepped behind him, placing one hand on his shoulder and slipping the other hand around his waist. Resting briefly on the outside of his diaper, she then slid her hand up under his t shirt onto his bare stomach. She then gently began kneading and massaging his bare belly just above the waistband of his diaper. "Close your eyes." she whispered. Sam did as he was told. "Its okay, honey. You're doing fine. Just take it easy. Take a deep breath." she said. Sam inhaled... then exhaled. He felt his breathing slowing down a little as his nervousness began to subside. His wife's calm touch felt so soothing along with her warm breath on the back of his neck. He felt a little warm pee trickle into the front of his diaper but he barely noticed. He felt himself starting to get a little erect, the pressure inside him now ready for release. As if she knew what was about to happen, Jess slid her hand out from under his shirt, pulling the t shirt down a little before gently grabbing the small tent in the padded crotch of Sam's diaper. "And don't worry about your little friend. I actually read that its normal for boys to get erections when they're on the verge of an impending BM." she said. She then took a step back, returning to her gentle stroking of Sam's back. Sam couldn't help but wonder if Jess would pleasure him when this was all over. She'd suggested as much. Knowing that sexual relief, as well as other kinds of relief were near helped Sam a lot. With all doubt and nervousness now gone, Sam bent his knees a little. It took only the slightest push to instantly fill the space in the seat of his diaper with warm poop. He breathed a long sigh of relief... then took a deep breath. With a small grunt, he forced out more poop into his diaper, feeling it spread out over his cheeks filling every inch of free space and then some. His sighed in relief again, opening his eyes. There was Jess. Squatting a little now, he looked up at her. She had a look of sympathy in her eyes. Such warmth. Not a hint of anger, disgust, or even judgement. "You feel better?" she said, leaning over to stroke his back a little. "Uh... yeah." was all Sam could manage to say. He stood up again, now well aware of the large mess in his diaper. Now back at eye level with Jess, he looked into her eyes again. There was that same warmth, that same support. The look on Sam's face was only a blank stare, overwhelmed by everything that had happened. He wasn't embarrassed really. But he didn't feel casual either. He couldn't describe how he felt... it was just different. He didn't know what to say. His mouth hung open but there were no words. "Hey, its okay. Come here." she said, wrapped her arms around him. As Jess held him in a warm hug, he could only cling to her, his arms wrapped around her waist. "See? Everything's fine. You're okay. You're okay." He buried his head on her shoulder, enjoying the aroma of her perfume mixed with the sweet scent of her shampoo. He'd always loved the way she smelled. He knew he didn't smell nearly as good at the moment but he wasn't worried about that. As if to ruin the moment, he felt a final bit of pressure building. He pulled back a little, looking at Jess again. Once again, he couldn't find the words. "What is it, honey?" she asked. "I have to um... just a second." he said, taking a step away from her embrace. With another grunt, he forced the last of his poop out into the seat of his messy diaper. "Uh... s-s-sorry about that." said Sam, blushing a little. "Sssh, sweetie, don't apologize." she said, wrapping her arms around him again in a warm embrace. Sam returned the hug with one warm but began running the other arm along his butt, suddenly self conscious. He'd made quite a mess in his diaper and was now nervous that everything was holding. "I'm sure its fine." said Jess, as if she was reading his mind. She released him from their embrace and stood behind him again, lifting the back of his t shirt up. He felt her gently running her hand over the rear of his very full diaper. He flinched a little, feeling the mess spread around as she prodded his diaper with two fingers. Finally, she pulled the elastics back ever so slightly. "You're fine, honey." she whispered. "Thanks." said Sam. "I think you might need your diaper changed though." said Jess with a small grin on her face. Sam chuckled, as if releasing the tension, they both looked at each other and smiled. "Okay... yeah... yeah that sounds good." said Sam. Jess took his hand and led him into the bedroom. Feeling no apprehension, Sam slowly sat down on the towel feeling the mess in his diaper spread out between his cheeks on over his balls. He knew that would happen. But he didn't care. He just stared up at Jess. "This shirt's a little baggy so... in the interest of keeping it clean when we change you, I think I'll take it off for now. I'm sure you don't object, right?" said Jess, stripping off her grey t shirt. Sam couldn't help but think how sexy her outfit was now as she stood there in only her black tights and blue bra. Sam's erection began pressing up against the thick padding of his diaper as he watched her pull her long brown hair back into a pony tail before kneeling down in front of him. "Okay, lay back for me now." she said, gently pushing back his shoulders. His mess spread out again as he fell back onto the towel. "You're a little sweaty." she said, brushing his hair back a little. She pulled a baby wipe from the container and gently wiped his forehead with it. The aroma of the wipe was nice... babyish as it was, it felt cool and refreshing. She then pulled out two more wipes in her hand. "Okay, here we go." said Jess leaning over him. As she ripped the tapes on his diaper, Sam's only focus was his wife's luscious cleavage coming out from her bra. He couldn't help but wonder if this was part of her plan to distract him. He barely heard the crinkling sound of her unfolding a new diaper in her hands. He must have been distracted because, although she'd already pulled his current diaper open, he hadn't taken the hint. He felt her warm hands grabbing his ankles and lifting them up. "Come on, honey, lift up your bottom for me... lift it up... there you go." Sam finally snapped out of it and grabbed his knees feeling the mess separate from his bottom. Jess began by wiping him off with the front of his diaper before starting in with the wipes. They were both cold and refreshing. Her steady, methodical caress was like nothing in the world, each wipe making him feel cleaner and cleaner. He was so greatful that Shelby hadn't been the one doing this job. Her changes were just as thorough but not nearly as gentle. Not nearly as loving. By the time Jess moved on to wiping his balls, his erection was standing tall. He couldn't tell if she was taking so long to wipe them in an effort to tease him or because she was legitimately just trying to get him all clean. "I'm proud of you, sweetie. You were really brave tonight. That wasn't so bad, was it?" "Uh... no." said Sam. It was true. For the first time, he'd messed his diaper without any guilt or any embarrassment. He couldn't say he was pleased with himself exactly. But he certainly wasn't ashamed. After finishing up on his balls, Jess then moved to wipe his butt once more. She did this sometimes. Even when they both knew he was totally clean, she would run one final wipe over him, just to make sure. Sam smiled. Even though he was just staring at the ceiling, he could only marvel at his wife's attention to detail. Sometimes she was so detail oriented, it annoyed him. But today, he realized what a blessing it was with the current task before her. He smiled again, feeling the tickling of the baby powder on his cool, clean, bare butt. Slipping the new diaper under his butt, Sam brought himself down to rest on top of it. Jess smiled at him again. "You were nice and still for me that whole time." she said. Sam nodded, watching as Jess slowly took out a baby wipe, wiping off every inch of her hands. She then grabbed a tiny container of baby oil and squirted some into her palms before rubbing them together. She grabbed Sam's throbbing erection. Her hands slowly began to glide up and down... up and down. "See? A poopy diaper isn't such a big deal, is it?" "No, nah." said Sam breathlessly, now panting to catch his breath. After being in his diaper for so long, the slippery touch of her hands through the baby oil was unbelievable. He tried to hold on but he just couldn't. He exploded right there in his wife's hands. He sighed in ecstasy. It was one of the most incredible orgasms he'd ever had. It was all he could do to lay there for the next few seconds, his eyes closed. "I love you." he said. "I love you too, honey." he heard his wife say. He then felt the cool wipes on his chest, wiping off every inch of him. Jess then gently powdered his balls before pulling the diaper closed and taping it snugly shut. "That was... great." said Sam, looking up at her. He sat up on the towel and embraced her. The smooth skin of her bare back felt great. Her body was warm. He wondered if it was possible that she could have enjoyed that as much as he did. She kissed him on the cheek. "You sweet boy." she said with a smile. Sam just sat on the towel in his t shirt and his fresh, clean diaper watching as Jess slipped her grey t shirt back on as if nothing had happened. As he stood up, Jess patted his diapered butt. "Just know that anytime you make a mess in your diaper, we'll get you cleaned up before you know it, okay?" "Okay." smiled Sam.

Squirming in his chair, Sam felt as if the urgency of the feeling in his stomach was increasing. He bit his lip and continued typing away on his computer, as if to deny the sensation in his body. He had been changed into a clean diaper not more than 5 minutes ago... he couldn't imagine going back so soon to ask for yet another change... especially not this kind of change. Just a couple minutes later, the feeling that had seemed so urgent before seemed to be subsiding. It didn't go away completely but it wasn't nearly as strong as it had been before. With renewed confidence, he opened up a new internet window to send another work related email. While Sam was focused on the tasks before him on his computer, he couldn't help but constantly glance at the digital clock in the corner of his screen. Jess would be home any minute. With any luck, Shelby and Jordan would walk out that front door without him even having to see them again. He could only hope. Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the front door open. He heard Jess' voice as she began chatting with the two women. The feeling in Sam's stomach hadn't changed... but it hadn't gotten any worse either. He figured he'd made it this far... and he could wait just a little longer. These were Jess' friends. He couldn't expect her to shove them out the front door immediately after walking in. He had to assume that they would talk for at least a little bit. Besides, there were a few last odds and ends that Sam could tidy up on his computer. There was no rush. But after almost 10 minutes, Sam began to wonder what could be taking her so long. No one had bothered him but he was curious what could be taking so long. Sam stood up from his seat. Predictably enough, the urge in his stomach increased. It wasn't an emergency yet by any means but he hoped the women would be saying their final goodbyes by now. He cautiously and deliberately tiptoed towards his bedroom door, still cracked a little, to listen in on their conversation. They weren't whispering exactly but they seemed to be talking a little quieter so as not to disturb him... or maybe they didn't want him hearing what they were saying? "Whats in those bags anyway?" asked Jordan. "Oh, I went by the medical supply store on my way home from work. I got these for Sam. There's a couple new packages of diapers and I got some pull ups for him to wear tomorrow." said Jess. Sam smiled. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you' he thought to himself. She hadn't forgotten. "Pull ups? Like the ones that toddlers wear on those commercials?" asked Jordan, sounding surprised. "Um... not exactly." said Jess with a giggle. "Jordan, they make adult sized pull ups just like they make adult sized diapers. Its just something like the ones that Sam wears now only he can pull them up and down like underwear." said Shelby. "I just hope they're absorbent enough in case he has any accidents." said Jess "Wait, I thought you said they were the same as his diapers?" asked Jordan, sounding curious again. "Well, they're a little different." said Jess. "Jess always bought this brand of diapers for Sam because they're the most absorbent and Sam wet the bed at night so he needed to stay protected for several hours. The pull on style garments are usually a bit thinner because they're designed for people who use the toilet regularly but just have the occasional leaks." said Shelby, explaining it all to Jordan. Sam listened intently. Now that he thought about it, he probably didn't know a lot more about these pull ups than Jordan. Wearing something that wasn't as absorbent would feel weird but he was confident he could just use the toilet. "Well, Jess, you are just such a trooper to go through all of this. I mean, I know you love Sam and everything but... this has gotta be a lot for you to put up with. I mean, it can't be easy to have a husband who... has a problem... or I mean uh, a disability like this." said Jordan. "Well, it was... it was tough at first but, believe it or not, now we've actually never been happier." "Really?" asked Jordan. "I couldn't believe it either when she told me but apparently diapers were just what their marriage needed. Hearing some of Jess' stories, it almost makes me wish some of my old boyfriends wore them." said Shelby with a chuckle. "You're joking. Seriously?" asked Jordan. "I know it sounds strange to say it. But Sam's had wetting problems ever since we got married. So I've always been dealing with them. He just... didn't start wearing diapers until last year. So... yeah, waking up in a dry bed is a lot better than waking up in a wet bed. No mystery there. Then there's little things like every time we used to go out in public, I'd always worry about Sam wetting himself. I don't think he ever peed his pants in public since we started dating but he had plenty of close calls. But when he needed a bathroom, it was like a 60 second countdown started where you had to find one immediately or else. Now... well, its just a lot easier knowing that, whatever happens, he's protected. I mean I just like knowing that my husband and I are never going to be caught out in a public place, walking around with a huge wet stain on the front of his pants. I mean, it would be bad enough for me but... for Sam? I don't want him to ever go through that. Now, he hopefully never will." "Thats great, Jess." said Shelby. "But isn't it inconvenient having to change him all the time and carry his supplies and stuff with you?" asked Jordan. "Actually, compared to sprinting around looking for a public restroom or waking up in a puddle every night... its actually a lot more convenient. Those things just kill the romance in your relationship, you know? I guess there are just a lot of little benefits there that just give me peace of mind. I think we're both better now that Sam's protected." said Jess. "Wait, what little benefits?" asked Jordan. "Hey, Jordan, if Jess doesn't want to spend all day taking about her private relationship with her husband, she doesn't have to. I'm sorry, Jess. Sometimes Jordan gets carried away with all the questions." said Shelby. "No, its okay. Its not a big deal." said Jess. "I'm sorry, Jess, I don't mean to pry." "No, really, its okay. I don't know. Its kind of hard to describe. Well, Jordan, you've probably experienced this if you've ever lived with a guy... it just seemed like he was touching himself constantly. And, I know guys are like that but.... well, just as a for instance, we had a huge fight shortly after we got married because he ruined one of my nice hand towels using to to... touch himself. Anyway, its just nice to know there's a barrier now between him and his busy hands, you know? He can't take his diapers off without me there so... its just nice to know he's not doing that constantly anymore. Sometimes, I can kinda tell there's a cute little tent in his diaper. I don't think he can really do much about but... worse case scenario, he's not gonna ruin any of my hand towels again." With that, the women laughed. "Ugh, guys can be so gross." said Shelby. "Tell me about it. But... its kind of nice to know that I'm the only once who can pleasure Sam now that he isn't quite so... self reliant. I don't know, there's that and it seems like they took his ego down a few notches too. I guess he just became a lot more obedient when he realized that I was the only thing standing between him and a clean diaper." Sam heard the women laughing again at this last remark. "He's more cooperative. He listens more. He's even more romantic sometimes. Did I tell you guys that he cooked me dinner last month when I got home for no apparent reason. This was when he was still working so he took off early and came home to surprise me." "Wow, that is romantic." said Jordan. Sam didn't like to hear them talking about him like that behind his back but there he had a more pressing problem at this point. Clenching his cheeks, he tried to remain standing straight up. Another minute or so and he'd have to sit back down. "The bathroom's a lot cleaner too since Sam stopped using it so much. Its like I get to live with the guy I love but I don't have to share a bathroom with him anymore." "Thats gotta be the best of both worlds." said Jordan. "Is it. Its just little things like that.... like I never have to worry about the toilet seat being down or the toilet being flushed. Wow, I just realized I'm not exactly looking forward to Sam wearing pull ups tomorrow." "Jess, its just like I told you, give him some clear rules to follow. Tell him that if he can't use the toilet properly, he won't be using it at all. This is just an experiment. If it doesn't work, you can just put him back in diapers... full time. Okay? Jordan or I can come back and help you out whenever you need it. I'm only doing work part time at the hospital and Jordan's technically in the reserves since she got back from Afghanistan." "Well, I think we'll survive. Its only for 8 hours. I can diaper him up again when I get home. I'm sure it won't be a big deal." said Jess confidently. Sam was relieved that Jess had defended him the way she did. For a moment, he was terrified that Shelby was on the verge of convincing her to discard the pull ups idea altogether. But he figured that, since she'd already purchased them, he was home free. "Well, I think we've loitered around your house enough for one day. Jordan and I had dinner reservations anyway. Unless you and Sam wanted to join us?" said Shelby. 'No, please no, not now' Sam thought to himself. It was the worse possible time. That was all he needed - to be rushed out the door and off to some restaurant! "Well... its nice of you to offer but I've kinda had a long day. I just wanna stay home and relax you know?" "Sure, we understand." said Jordan. "Well, again, thank you so much for coming over today. I appreciate it. Sam appreciates it." "Don't mention it. You call us if Sam ever needs someone, okay? Don't hesitate to ask." said Shelby. "Okay, thanks again." They were FINALLY saying their last goodbyes. They were leaving. For good. Sam suddenly became a little paranoid. He didn't want Jess to know he'd been listening at the door. Hearing the front door open as they began to leave, Sam quickly walked back to his small desk and sat down, the thick padding under powdered his rear end reminding him of the protection it offered. He began closing out the internet window on his computer, getting ready to shut it down. He tried to act nonchalant as Jess walked into their bedroom. "Hey, sweetie. How was work today?" she asked, tussling Sam's hair as she walked by. "Oh... um, it was fine. Got a lot done." he said. He focused on his computer screen as his laptop began shutting down. He was so focused on pretending to look busy, he hadn't noticed that Jess was now sliding down her formal work pants. She now stood behind him wearing only a light blue bra and matching underwear. He caught sight of this in his now dark computer screen but couldn't resist the urge to turn around and look at her as she slipped on a baggy grey t shirt before stepping into a black pair of tights. The outline of her panties could be seen clearly for a moment before being covered up by her grey shirt. Suddenly, the pressure in his lower stomach seemed to remind him of the very thing that had slipped his mind while he was mesmerized by the sight of his half naked wife. "Uh... how was your day?" he asked. "Fine. I got you your pull ups. They're in the living room. And some more diapers for you which is good because it looks like you're just about out." said Jess, pulling the last two clean diapers from Sam's package on the dresser. She crumpled up the plastic package and disposed of it in the diaper genie before setting the two folded diapers on top of the dresser. "So, uh, Jess could you give me a hand and uh, untape here?" asked Sam nervously. "Sure honey, you need a change?" "Um, not exactly. I um... need to go to the bathroom." said Sam. Jess looked at him for a moment, almost seeming confused or surprised at his statement. "Um... okay, honey." Sam realized why she must have been surprised. He almost always peed in his diaper during the day now. And she knew that he enjoyed it. That much he couldn't deny anymore. So he really couldn't blame her for looking surprised. He couldn't recall the last time he asked to use the actual toilet. "I just uh... I have to go... you know... number two." stammered Sam, hoping to provide some support to his rare request. Jess paused again, standing there with her hands on her hips as if she was pondering something. "I just... I know you had a long day at work and I didn't want you to have to clean up... I mean to change a uh... you know." said Sam, again trying to justify his request. "You're sweet... but honey, please know that its really not a big deal at all. I used to do it almost every day when I was a nurse and that was for random people at a hospital. The only difference is that now I'm doing it for the person I love." The urge inside Sam grew stronger as he squirmed in his seat. His heart began pounding. 'Where is this conversation going?' he wondered. "So... you want me to go... in my...?" "No, sweetie, I don't want you to poop in your diaper, its just..." Jess sighed before kneeling down in front of Sam so they were at eye level. She put her arm on his shoulder and brushed his shaggy hair back across his forehead. "Sam, its just that... every time you mess your diaper, you just look absolutely miserable." "Uh yeah, news flash, Jess. Pooping your pants isn't fun!" whined Sam. "Honey, please let me finish. Don't interrupt me." "Sorry." said Sam, sighing. "Maybe its not the most enjoyable thing in the world. But you're usually pretty excited down there whenever I open your diaper so I don't think its physically all that bad. That being said, I know you get embarrassed and I can understand that. Look, I know that you weren't crazy about the fact that Shelby and Jordan had to hang out with you today. But... as far as you and me are concerned, I feel like you're comfortable with pretty much every other aspect of your diaper wearing. You cooperate during changes, you're okay wearing them under your clothes when we go out, you don't care if I see you in them, and even wetting yourself isn't a big deal. This just seems like the one area where you are still completely insecure about it. Like every single time you mess your pants, you're doing it for the first time. I hate seeing you like that." "Wait a sec... you don't... I mean you don't... like it when I go, you know, number two in my... you know?" "Um... eew, no. Definitely not. I mean I'll admit there's something cute about you wetting them sometimes but... eew, no. It doesn't turn me on at all when you mess your diaper, or when I change you. Thats not what I'm saying. It just hurts me to see how you act when you mess yourself. You're withdrawn, you look absolutely mortified. I don't see you for the rest of the day." "Then just let me use the bathroom." pleaded Sam. "Sam, if you wanna use the toilet, thats fine. I'll untape you right now. But you need to know that, sooner or later, you're going to poop in your diaper again. Either when we are out or when we are driving or when there isn't a family changing room nearby. Sooner or later, its gonna happen. Its happened plenty of times before but it never seems like you get used to it. I know its hard but I just hate seeing you like that. Sometimes, when I change you, I can see you're turned on and I want to pleasure you but... you just look so upset I feel like you'd rather crawl into a hole for 6 months then spend any time with me. So I leave you alone. Whenever you mess yourself, its like you're guaranteed to hide in your room for the rest of the day." said Jess. "Well... you said yourself it was gross. Its not like it does anything for you." "Sam, I don't get turned on washing the dishes or taking out the trash either. But I still do them. And I don't have any problem with it. I have absolutely no problem changing you. Its like its 10 times worse for you than it is for me. And thats really saying something because all you really have to do is hold still and grab your legs. I just wish that... one of these days, you could just learn to accept it as a fact of life rather than being moody and anti-social for the rest of the day. I guess it just reminds me of how you used to act when we first put you back in diapers." Sam paused for a moment. This was a lot to take in. Her comment about pleasuring him stood out especially. For months, he'd thought that Jess never pleasured him after messy diaper changes because she was grossed out. It was something else altogether to think that his attitude had been to blame all along. "If you wanna use the toilet, I'm more than happy to untape you, Sam. I just think that, sooner or later, you're going to have to get used to using your diapers because you're gonna be in situations where you won't have that choice. Look at me, Sam." Sam had been staring at the floor for the past few seconds, his face turning red at the conversation topic. He looked into his wife's eyes. "I'm not forcing you to do anything, honey. If you need the toilet, we'll untape you. But maybe one of these days when you're not so self conscious, when its just you and me, in the privacy of our own home, with no one to judge you... go in your diaper. Just use your diaper. And you'll see that it doesn't feel that bad. No one's judging you. No one's making fun of you. Its just you and me. I just want you to be able to be comfortable around me no matter what happens. And, the way things are now, I just don't think thats the case." "No, Jess, look I'm comfortable around you. I love you." Sam looked into his wife's eyes. This was all so much for him to take in. Maybe she was right? Part of him wanted to rush to the toilet. But another part of him heard exactly what she'd been saying. Just the other day, Sam had actually been masturbating in a messy diaper. He knew that had to be proof that it really wasn't so bad. And if he was honest with himself, it was always Jess' attitude that worried him the most. He thought she resented him. He thought she hated him. And he thought she just dreaded every minute of the clean up. But it seemed that every word she'd just said seemed to disprove that. He was silent for a moment, considering all of this. In truth, when he messed himself in private the other day, alone in his house, it hadn't been bad at all. Knowing now that Jess didn't care was the last straw. It was a total game changer. For some reason, the lyrics of a song seemed to flash through Sam's mind... 'My mind is telling me 'no'... but my body is telling me 'yes'. "So... I'll take that to mean you want me to untape you." said Jess, standing up and walking over to the towel on the floor. "Wait... so... Jess, you really wouldn't care if I go in my... you know?" "Your diaper?" said Jess. "Uh, yeah." said Sam. "Sam, I honestly don't care either way. I just want you to be comfortable around me. I just want you to realize that going in your diaper isn't the end of the world. And, I don't know, I just thought that you might feel better about it if, in the privacy of our own home, you just let it out. Just... let go and... once and for all realize that its not such a big deal. I'm here. I still love you. And I don't love you any less with a messy diaper, okay?" Sam had been working all day. As strange as it seemed, using his diaper did seem like less work. And he was never the one who had to clean it up... which was always nice. Jess was right. It didn't make ANY sense that he was the one who was most uncomfortable with all this. Sam took a deep breath. "You don't think it would be gross if I just went... you know... right while I was in front of you?" asked Sam. "Wouldn't be the first time. I've seen it all before." said Jess. Sam's heart was still pounding but, ironically, the feeling in his stomach had subsided again. It didn't feel quite so urgent. "Well, I don't know, maybe we could just... go and watch TV or something and... I don't know... if it happens, it happens." said Sam bravely. Jess smiled ever so slightly. "Okay, sweetie. If thats what you wanna do." Sam nodded. Jess took his hand in hers. "Ready to head out?" she asked. Sam nodded. He slowly stood up as Jess led him out of the bedroom and into their living room - their empty living room. Shelby and Jordan were nowhere to be found and the blinds were drawn. Jess' long beautiful legs looked great in the tights she was wearing. Sitting down in his still dry diaper and t shirt, Sam felt relaxed but nervous all at the same time as Jess flipped on the TV screen.

The ringing of the clock radio on the nightstand awoke Sam for his second day of work. He'd gone to bed early the night before and, unlike most mornings, he had little trouble sitting up in bed and waking himself. That same old soggy bulge that was there every morning made it's presence aware as he got out of bed. He sighed. Glancing at the clock again, he saw that Jess would be leaving for work within the next 20 minutes. He began to recall that this was the day that Shelby would be coming over. He sighed. It was an unpleasant inconvenience for his second day. But he tried to remind himself that he'd be in pull ups tomorrow and would have regained his independence. From what Jess had told him, he figured he wet too heavily to wear them to bed. And if he was honest with himself, he knew that diapers weren't going away as a permanent fixture in his daytime life either. But just knowing that Shelby wouldn't have to be babysitting him every single day of every single week was a relief. Still... he had to first make it through today. Jess walked into the bedroom, wearing a formal black skirt and a red button down blouse. She looked ready to leave for work. "Morning, sleepy head." she said. "Hey." said Sam. "I made some scrambled eggs for breakfast. You want any?" "Uh, yeah, sure." said Sam, walking towards the door. Jess placed her arm in front of him, blocking him from leaving the bedroom. "But first, you look like you could use a change." she said. Sam nodded. Jess took his hand and led him over to the towel near the dresser. Sam laid down on his back as he watched his wife pull a new diaper from its package before kneeling down to change him. As she ripped open the tapes on his diaper, opening it to unleash a cool wave of air onto his damp skin, Sam couldn't help glance up her skirt, seeing her light blue panties between her legs. Turning his view a little higher on her, he watched as she unfolded a new disposable diaper in her hands. Snapping out of it, Sam grabbed his knees and pulled them back, allowing her to slide his wet diaper out from under him. Jess shook a thorough amount of power onto him just as she did every morning. Sam figured she just wanted to keep him feeling extra dry after spending the night in a wet diaper. Also, with summer temperatures climbing each day, a little extra powder always helped him to stay cool and dry. As often happened in the morning, Sam found his partial erection growing as Jess pulled his diaper closed and smoothed out the tapes. He sat up quickly, not wanting to draw any attention to his small tent. Jess stood up. "Okay, well, Shelby should be here in 10 minutes or so but your eggs are on the table. You want me to pour you a cup of coffee?" she asked. "Okay." said Sam. He watched as his wife walked out of the bedroom. He remained sitting there on the floor for a minute, in only his new diaper and t shirt. Seeing his wife dressed so formally, the epitome of the sexy and independent working woman, filled Sam with mixed feelings. Her current outfit seem to symbolize all that it meant to be an adult, to be independent. While his outfit... seemed to symbolize the opposite. When they married, Sam was making more money than his wife. Today, their paychecks were about the same. But he couldn't escape the feeling that Jess had become the 'breadwinner' of their marriage. He tried to tell himself this was irrational. While it was true that he was staying at home while she was leaving for work, he knew they were both technically working. As Sam sat down at the table and began eating his breakfast, he smiled at his wife as she set down a cup of coffee next to his plate. His breakfast even included a piece of toast and a few strips of bacon. Not a bad way to start the day. He figured that all of the thoughts and emotions he'd been feeling were really due to the fact that Shelby would be coming over today. It wasn't just that Jess was all dressed up and ready to leave for work while he sat there in only a diaper and a t shirt. It was the fact that, before she left, his caretaker would have to walk through that door... someone to stand over his shoulder all day and make sure he behaved. Well, not exactly behaved. His behavior wasn't really Shelby's concern... most of the time anyway. But his diaper certainly would be. Taking another sip of coffee, Sam flinched as the doorbell rang. "Okay, thats Shelby. Try to get along with her today, okay?" said Jess. Sam nodded. "Okay, sweetie. I love you very much. Have a good day today." she said, kissing him on the cheek and walking over to open the front door. Sam got up and quickly retreated into the bedroom. It was his best bet if he wanted any privacy to work today. Besides, he knew that he should be getting things started before too long. Pulling out his laptop and starting it up, Sam hooked up the power cord to the outlet on the wall. There was a small wooden table set up in the corner of their bedroom where he could sit and work. Not the giant desk and study that he would want someday. But enough to get the job done. Clicking on the internet window, Sam could hear the women talking through his bedroom door. He heard Jess' voice, he heard Shelby... and there was another voice. He couldn't make it out at first. It was Jordan. Sam wasn't thrilled by this but throwing himself into his work seemed like the best option at the moment. Logging onto the system, he took a look at some bar graphs and statistics. Nothing exciting. But enough to take his mind off things. Before long, he heard the muffled sound of Jess making her goodbyes followed by the sound of the front door shutting. She was gone. Sam was resigned to stay barricaded in his bedroom all day if he could. But that was not to be. His bedroom door swung open behind him revealing Shelby standing there. She knocked twice on the door frame. This irritated Sam to no end. Why knock AFTER opening a door? She wore a baggy t shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Her dirty blonde hair was in a neat pony tail and a pair of glasses rested on her eyes. She usually wore contacts. He couldn't recall ever having seen Shelby dressed so casually before. "Sorry to bother you, Sam." she said. "Whats up?" said Sam, unenthusiastically, eager to get back to work. She walked over to his small desk. "Stand up for me." she said. "Why?" he asked. "I'm just gonna check your diaper real quick and then I'll leave ya alone." "Well Jess changed me just before she left." said Sam, turning his eyes back to the computer screen. "Yeah... well, can't hurt to double check, right." "I'm dry, okay?" said Sam, glancing back at Shelby. She was still standing over him, hands poised on her hips, showing no sign of leaving. Sam tried to play it cool but her presence was already starting to feel pretty intimidating. "Sam, this doesn't have to be that difficult." said Shelby in a more stern tone of voice. Sam glanced behind him seeing Jordan now standing in the doorway in a tight white t shirt and a baggy pair of tan cargo pants, her dark hair down around her shoulders. He felt even more self conscious. "Look, I'm just saying, I'm dry okay? You don't have to worry about it." "Sam, today, I do have to worry about it. Because as far as Jess is concerned, your diapers are my responsibility today.... Now I'm not going to ask you again... stand up." Looking up at her, seeing the look in her eyes, Sam knew she meant business. His heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest. He stared at her for a few seconds. He sighed, pushing his folding chair back and standing up. With Jordan standing in the doorway, Sam didn't want a confrontation, and certainly not so early in the day. Shelby lifted his t shirt and slid two fingers into the leg band of his disposable diaper. Her smooth hand on his thigh tickled a little but he was careful not to smile at all. "Okay, turn around." she said, sliding her fingers out of his diaper. "Seriously?" said Sam. "Yes, now come on." she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and turning him. Taking the hint, Sam turned around for her. He knew Jordan must have been standing in the doorway, taking in the whole seen. Shelby lifted his shirt again, pulling back the elastic waistband of his diaper and peering inside. After two firm pats on his diapered butt, she released his t shirt. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" Sam didn't answer. "Okay, Sammy, we know you're working so we'll give you some space. We'll come back and check on you again in a little while. Around noon we're ordering a pizza so if you have any ideas on what you want, you better let us know." Shelby closed the door but neglected to shut it. This annoyed Sam a little but not nearly enough to warrant getting up. He ignored the sounds of Shelby chatting with Jordan in the living room and logged into his email to send a few messages for work. With his coffee cup now empty, Sam began to feel that nagging feeling in his bladder. For a brief moment, he thought about asking Shelby to untape him so he could use the bathroom. But he knew that no matter what he did, he would have to lay down in front of her for her to untape his diaper... and then for her to tape him back up again. Sam figured his best bet was to just go in his diaper. It was more convenient and it allowed him to procrastinate a little... he could pee now and change later. It was just more convenient. It also meant that he wouldn't have to spend any time around Shelby... at least not just yet. He told himself he could worry about using the toilet tomorrow... when he had pull ups, when he had independence. Today would be his last day working in diapers so he figured he might as well take advantage of that. Without further delay, Sam felt his warm urine trickling into his crotch as the padding began to swell up between his legs. Relieved, Sam got back to work. He wasn't sure when Shelby had last come into his room but around 10:45, the bedroom door swung wide open and there she was. He tried to keep his eyes fixed on the computer as she walked up to him again. Jordan too followed a few feet behind her. "Okay Sam, stand up. You know the drill." said Shelby. Sam glanced at Jordan behind him, figuring it might be rude not to say anything. "Hi, Jordan." he said awkwardly. "Hey, Sam." she said. Sam's eyes quickly turned back to Shelby. She had that same pensive expression on her face that he'd seen before. "We're waiting." she said, tapping her foot. Sam stood up. He knew what was coming. He figured he wouldn't mind freshening up with a quick diaper change. He needed a break from work anyway. She slid her two fingers back into the leg band again, feeling around for a few seconds. "Okay, turn around." she said. Sam did as he was told this time. She pulled back the elastics on his diaper for another quick peek. "Okay, you're a little damp but you don't need to be changed just yet." she said. "What?" asked Sam, sounding surprised. "Is he wet?" asked Jordan. "Yeah, a little bit but he'll be fine for a while." said Shelby. "So you're not gonna change him?" asked Jordan. "Not right now. Jess buys the highest absorbency product on the market right now. Sam needs to wear these to bed so they're meant to hold up all night. He can wet in these at least twice before he needs a change. It would be a waste of a diaper to change him every time he's just a little damp. Come on, Jordan. Lets let Sam get back to work." she said walking toward the door. With that, the two women left, leaning the door shut behind them. Sam rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe they weren't going to change him. To be fair, part of him was glad he'd escaped, or rather delayed, another embarrassing change from Shelby. But he couldn't stand the fact that Jordan now knew what he'd done in his diaper. She knew he had peed in his diaper. She knew he had wet himself. And she knew he was sitting in the bedroom in his wet diaper like nothing was wrong. Sam had always found getting his diaper changed, especially by anyone other than Jess, to be a real hassle. But getting his wet diaper announced to the world and then being denied a diaper change seemed worse. His diaper didn't feel all that bad, or even all that wet. But it reinforced the fact that he had no real power over his diapers. It was always someone else who made the decisions. Sam tried to push these thoughts out of his head as he continued typing. When the urge hit again, he was sure to let loose in his diaper, peeing more forcefully as the garment warmed up with his urine. He wanted to be sure he got that diaper change next time Shelby came in. After a while, he was actually surprised that Shelby hadn't come in. It had been almost a half an hour. And now his diaper actually was starting to feel just a tad bit uncomfortable. Just as he had that thought, Shelby walked in again. "Okay... I'm gonna assume you're ready for a change now but lets double check." Sam stood up obediently as Shelby walked over to him. "Oh, wow." said Shelby as she used her palm to press up on the heavy droop of Sam's sagging diaper. "Yep, you need a diaper change. Come on." she said putting her hands on his shoulders again and leading him away from the desk. Sam sat down on the towel in his now very wet diaper. He knew he'd have to lay back soon enough but he didn't want to seem that submissive with both Shelby and Jordan standing over him. Shelby removed a clean diaper from its package and began unfolding it. "So Jordan, Jess and I have been doing this kind of thing for a while now... so we kind of have a sixth sense about when diapers need to be changed. But I was gonna tell you, if you ever need to take care of Sam or if you're babysitting for anyone, I'd say its probably always better to change a diaper sooner rather than later rather than risk leaks or rashes." said Shelby as she knelt down in front of Sam. "Okay, you got it." said Jordan, kneeling down beside her. Sam thought she seemed anxious to help out... maybe a little too anxious. "The only reason I let Sam off the hook earlier was because he was barely damp. But, like I said, if its ever an emergency and you need to come by to look after Sam, don't worry about wasting diapers. If there's any wetness in there, just change him. Better safe than sorry, you know?" "Yeah, I hear what you're saying." said Jordan. Sam wished they would just get on with it. He couldn't stand to have these two women kneeling in front of him and talking about him as if he was a toddler. "Okay, honey, lay back for us." said Shelby, pushing Sam onto his back. "Okay Jordan, you probably remember this from last time but see these tapes here?" said Shelby. "Yeah I see em." "Okay, well you just gently pull these back like this." RIP, RIP. Sam closed his eyes as he heard the sound. He was ready to pull his legs back and he didn't want to look at the two women in front of him anymore. The cool air cascaded onto his genitals. Shelby slid the diaper out from under him as she slid the cold baby wipes over his damp skin. He couldn't help but bite his lip as she wiped his balls a little. "If he's just wet, its not important to be that thorough. I just give him a good once over. And... we powder him a little just to keep him feeling fresh and dry. Slide our new diaper underneath... there we go. You can put your butt down now, Sam. There we go. And we pull the new diaper up... just like that. Now these tapes are a bit tricky. There one of the reasons why Sam's not allowed to change himself. We'll pull the bottom tapes into place first... then the top ones. We want to make sure its snug but not too snug... okay." Sam could have done without the narration but at least he was in a clean diaper now. "Okay, Sam I'm gonna go wash my hands here but we're ordering that pizza now so what do you think you'll want on it." Opening his eyes, Sam looked up at Shelby and Jordan, still kneeling in front of him.... staring at him, waiting for him to respond. "Oh... um... I don't know." said Sam awkwardly sitting up and pulling his t shirt down to cover his diapered crotch from the view of the two women. "Well Shelby knows I'm all about Canadian bacon." smiled Jordan. "Um, yeah, that sounds fine to me." said Sam, eager just to get them out of his room. "Okay, its settled." said Shelby standing up again. Jordan followed her lead and Sam very carefully stood up too, ready to be off the floor. "Oh and I almost forgot. Sometimes we like to give Sam a nice little reassuring pat on the bottom." she said, patting Sam's padded rear end. "Its a good way to make sure he has enough room in the seat of his diaper to have a comfortable BM. Thats why fit is so important. He needs comfort but capacity is important too." said Shelby walking into the bathroom to wash her hands. Sam made eye contact with Jordan briefly. She seemed to be staring at his new diaper with a hint of bewilderment and disgust. It must have been the poopy diaper reference that was too much for her. Seeing Sam looking at her, the expression seemed to disappear. She smiled a small but friendly enough smile. "Okay... well... I'm gonna go order that pizza" she said, excusing herself from the awkward moment. Sam hid in his room when the delivery of the pizza came. He could hear them talking at the door as they paid for his pizza. When he was sure that he heard the door close, he still remained in his room. He couldn't escape the paranoia that he'd walk out in his diaper right in front of the pizza guy. He couldn't risk it. It wasn't until he heard Shelby call him in that he finally got up the courage to emerge from his room. He sat down at the table, thankful that at least the table concealed his diaper from view. Still... eating lunch with these two fully dressed women while wearing only a t shirt and a diaper was enough to make him a tad nervous and awkward. He quickly, but politely finished his slice of pizza before standing up and pushing his chair in. "Oh come on, I know you can eat more than that, Sam. Us girls aren't gonna be able to finish a pizza this size." said Shelby. "Speak for yourself." said Jordan, letting out a quiet burp. Shelby chuckled a little before turning her attention back to Sam. "I just don't have much of an appetite I guess. You can throw it in the fridge if you can't finish it." said Sam. Shelby shrugged as Sam used the opportunity to slip away, back into his bedroom. The afternoon wore on. He was weary that Jess wouldn't be home until 4:30 or 5:00. He knew she'd have to stop by the medical supply store to buy Sam's pull ups after work. But he couldn't wait for her to get home. Sam endured a few more diaper checks that afternoon but since he hadn't drank much water that day, he remained dry. There was a certain dignity he felt he was preserving when Shelby and Jordan saw he'd kept his diaper dry. But he knew it was only temporary. Just a few minutes after the diaper check, his door swung open again. 'What now?' he thought. It was Jordan. "Sorry to bother you, Sam. I'm just gonna run in and use your bathroom real quick." said Jordan, walking past him and closing the bathroom door behind her. Sam sighed hearing the trickling sound of her peeing. Sitting there, even in his dry diaper, he felt uncomfortable. He wondered if he should have asked to use the bathroom a few more times that day... if only to keep up appearances for Jordan. He didn't want her to think he was completely diaper dependent... even if it was sort of true. But he knew he couldn't use the bathroom the way they could. He couldn't effortlessly walk in and just go whenever he felt like it. So if he couldn't use the toilet the way they could, he figured he just wouldn't use it at all. What was the point? But tomorrow... TOMORROW he'd be in pull ups and he'd be able to use the toilet again on his own terms. He wouldn't have to wait for anyone to change him. Working for bit longer, he finally got up and went to his bathroom sink, washed out his coffee cup, and filled it up with water. He was thirsty after all and he wasn't gonna let the fact that Shelby was here make him dehydrated. Running some new lines of code and checking a few more numbers, Sam's bladder began to start feeling more full. He released a small squirt of warm pee into his diaper again... later followed by a few more. Before long, feeling soggy, he was in need of a change again. But he wasn't willing to go and ask for one. He didn't want to feel like he was dependent on Shelby for anything. He figured if he pretended not to care, he'd have the upper hand. Although part of him was worried that Jordan might think that he just didn't care about sitting around in a wet diaper. Maybe she would think he was disgusting or something? Still... he figured anything was better than standing before the two women in a sagging diaper and asking for a change. After what seemed like forever, the door swung open again. He stood up. "Okay, Jordan do you see this?" said Shelby, pointing at his sagging diaper. "Yeah." said Jordan. "This is what I was talking about earlier. You can tell he's pretty wet. You see how its staring to sag here and it looks like its a little bigger than normal?" said Shelby. "Oh yeah, I guess it does look different." she said. "If he's wet enough, you don't even need to do the finger check. You can tell just by looking at him." Sam sighed, walking over to the towel and laying down. Shelby stood in front of his dresser unfolding a new diaper as Jordan knelt down in front of him. "Okay, Sam so I told Jordan that she could be the one to change you this time. She's been asking about it. This is all new to her. But I think its an important skill for her to learn. Especially if she ever decides to have children." said Shelby kneeling down and handing the diaper to Jordan. "Yeah, I guess being a Marine doesn't exactly prepare you for motherhood, right Shel?" "You might be surprised. I was ready to call you in earlier when Sam was arguing with me. But I'm glad it didn't come to that. But you'll probably be good at this once you get the hang of it, Jordan. Its a little like combat. It requires a firm hand and a strong stomach. Jordan smiled. "Okay, let her rip." said Shelby. Jordan slowly peeled back the tapes on Sam's diaper before opening it up. Sam hated the thought of her seeing him naked but realized that she'd already seen it all before. He bravely pulled back his legs, flashing his bare butt in her face. "Okay, just slide the old diaper out like that... there you go. Now pull out some wipes." Out the corner of his eye, Sam caught a glimpse of Jordan's black underwear riding up above her cargo pants. Nothing too sexy. Just the waistband of a pair of black briefs. Sam quickly turned his head back towards the ceiling. Closing his eyes, Sam realized that he barely even found the sight of a girl's underwear sexy anymore. It was just another reminder that they wore underwear and he didn't. They used the bathroom effortlessly and he didn't. Although... despite all of that... he couldn't help but cling to the fantasy of seeing Jess in some sexy lingerie later on that night... just as he had a few nights before. HER underwear was a different realm. He flinched, feeling Jordan's awkward touch as she slowly and awkwardly wiped him. "Okay, thats good. You're all done. Now just shake a little powder on him there. Thats it... a little more. Okay. Now slide you new diaper under him... get it positioned just right... like that... there ya go." With Shelby's permission, Sam set his butt down on the clean diaper. "Okay, now I'm gonna do the tapes this time and I want you to watch. I'll let you try em next time but for now I want you to see how its done. This is probably the most important part of the change." said Shelby. Sam sighed as Shelby slowly and methodically pulled each individual tape into place for a snug fit. With that, the two women stood up, washed their hands in the bathroom, and left. Sam stood up and stretched. Being in a clean diaper was nice... but now he was starting to feel that different kind of urge he dreaded so much. The day had been embarrassing enough without a poopy diaper. Sitting back down in his fresh, clean disposable diaper... Sam absolutely hated the idea of messing it. He'd waited so long to be clean. Jess would be home in one hour. Maybe less. He could only hope. Clenching his cheeks together, Sam opened up a new window on his computer and tried to ignore the feeling in his lower stomach. Jess would be home soon.

This is probably one of the sweetest DL related stories I've ever read. Thanks for plowing through to the end of it. Maybe I'm wrong on this, but I suspect that even non-DLs and ABs could read this story and say, "Well, thats a bit odd but... awww, its still really heartwarming" Not sure I've ever seen characters that seemed so natural, so relatable, and so romantic. Congrads on a great story.

Sam rolled over in bed and slowly began opening his eyes as they adjusted to the morning light. Jess stood just a few feet away from, staring into the mirror, brushing her hair. She was wearing a navy blue blouse and a pair of tight but formal looking khaki pants, her hair tied up neatly in a bun. He knew she was ready to go to work. It was Monday: the day Sam had been trying so hard not to think about - his first day of working at home. Sitting up in bed a little, the feeling of the cool damp bulge between his legs, hidden under the covers, became more obvious. Noticing he was now awake, Jess came and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You waking up, honey?" she asked. "Yeah... I guess I just forgot to set my alarm." mumbled Sam. "I would have woken you up before I left anyway." she said. "Thanks" "So are you gonna be okay on your own this morning?" "Yeah, really don't worry, Jess. I'm fine." "I just worry, you know? Its not too late for me to call into work sick. Its your first day working at home. I wanna be supportive." she said, stroking his shaggy brown hair a little. "I know, I know, I'll be fine though. I just wanna treat it like a normal day." he said. "Okay, well its almost 9 am now. I'm only doing a half day today so I should be back around 12:30, okay? And if you mess your diaper or if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. And if for some reason I don't answer, Shelby's number is on the fridge too. I told her this was your first day working at home so if its an emergency and you can't get ahold of her, call me, okay?" "Okay. But... Jess, really I'll be fine, okay?" "Okay, sweetie." she said, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Sam smiled. Jess pulled the covers back, revealing Sam's soggy diaper. "Okay, come on, hop out of bed here and we'll get you changed." she said. Sam nodded, slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed and climbing out of it. He laid down on the towel with his hands at his side. He yawned a little as Jess untaped his diaper. Grabbing his legs, his bit his lip a little feeling the cold baby wipes on his bare butt. He then felt that familiar tickle as Jess shook a huge amount of baby powder onto him. The generous amount of powder revealed Jess' anxiety about the day. Sam knew he just wanted him to be dry and comfortable no matter what, and if the powder added even a little extra absorbency, it was all the better. With that, she slipped a clean diaper underneath and his butt came down to rest on it just as Jess began taping up the diaper. Sam remained lying there on the floor while Jess stood up to dispose of his own diaper before grabbing a few baby wipes to quickly clean off her hands. "Well... I'm sorry sweetie but I've got to get going. I love you." she said. "I love you too." said Sam coming to his feet. Jess embraced him in a hug. "You'll call me if you need anything, right?" "Yeah." said Sam. "Okay, have a great day, honey." she said before kissing him on the cheek. She patted his diapered bottom twice before smiling at him. "For good luck." she said. Sam stood there in only a diaper and a t shirt while he watched his wife walk out the front door. He was now alone. But he wasn't worried. Jess being away took some of the pressure off him and he was sure that he'd be fine for a few hours without her. He poured himself a bowl of cereal before taking out a glass coffee cup. While he knew he'd pee in his diaper at some point during the day, he figured that the safest thing to do would be to pour only half a cup. It was still early and he didn't want his bladder to fill up too much. He was enjoying the feeling of a clean, fresh diaper and he wanted to preserve it for as long as he could. Pulling out the laptop computer from his cardboard box, he couldn't help but smile a little and the screen lit up as the computer turned on. Sitting at his kitchen table was much better than going into the office. Around 10 am, Sam was startled by the realization that pee was dribbling into his diaper. He thrust both hands between his legs, pressing them against his diapered crotch and, after a few seconds, managed to stop himself. Most days he would wet slowly and frequently, just letting go whenever he felt like it. It was just habit. That being said, his little 'accident' wasn't anything to worry about. The diaper was still pretty dry and he could still feel the powdery talc on his balls. The diaper had done its job. It didn't feel wet at all. But he would have to remember to control himself... for now at least. Responding to a few work related emails before running over a few charts and statistics, Sam felt confident he was actually getting a lot done. Much to his surprise, he began wondering if he was actually more productive working at home, on his own terms, rather than sitting in an office all day. But by 11:04, his bladder was feeling uncomfortably full. He felt so alone. Jess might have been gone only two hours but he missed her. Sitting there, he realized that the peace of mind that came from wearing diapers wasn't just from the protection they provided. That was only half of it. The other half of it came from Jess. He had always sort of taken for granted the fact that she was always there. Whenever he needed a change, all he had to do was ask. Sometimes, not even that. On the one hand, he knew he'd be annoyed if she'd stayed home, coming in to check his diaper ever half hour. But now he wished she had been there. A few months ago, when Jess had told him that she'd be making ALL the decisions when it came to his diapers, he'd resented her. But now he just realized that she had lifted a huge burden off of him at a time when he needed it most. Dealing with wearing diapers had been stressful enough but when she became responsible for checking and changing him, it was like wearing diapers became so much easier... at least when he accepted that his wife was in change of them. Sam sighed realizing that there was no point in being uncomfortable any longer when he had a perfectly good diaper around his waist. Jess would be home in about an hour. He'd probably been in wet diapers for at least several hours many times when he slept. And after peeing, he could get back to work without any distractions. Sam sighed as the warm pee trickled over his balls, into the swelling diaper wicking the dampness away from his skin as it swelled up, surrounding him in warmth. As usual, his erection pressed up against the warmth of his wet diaper but he tried to ignore it. He didn't want to get distracted and, now that he didn't have to pee anymore, he was confident he could press on for a little while longer. Around 11:30, Sam finally started to feel a little fatigued from sitting in front of the computer screen for so long. He figured he deserved a break. He was thirsty anyway and figured that, since he didn't have to worry about keeping his diaper dry anymore, he'd get a glass of water. Walking into the kitchen, the warm bulge between his legs reminded him he wouldn't be getting changed for at least another hour. Still... he felt relieved that Jess would be home soon enough... that is, until he felt a rumbling in his lower stomach that could only mean one thing. The urge came on rather suddenly but Sam just tried to clench his cheeks as he filled up his glass of water. Walking back to the table, the feeling seemed to increase but it got better once he sat down. The feeling was still there... but it wasn't nearly as urgent. He took a deep breath as he sipped his glass of water. Again, opting to throw himself back into his work to distract him, Sam opened his internet window. He had no new emails from his office. Hearing his cell phone ringing in the bedroom, he stood up to answer it, waddling over to the night stand in his damp diaper, he flipped open his phone. It was just his boss calling to check in. Nothing particular, he just wanted to make sure that Sam had everything he needed. Feeling a cramp in his stomach, Sam decided it would be safer to go back to sitting down. Returning to the table, Sam reassured his boss that he was doing well and thanked him again for the opportunity to work at home. Putting down the phone, Sam looked at the tiny digital clock in the corner of his computer. It wasn't even noon yet. Once again, he wondered if it was a mistake to remain uncomfortable when he was wearing a perfectly good diaper. At least Jess wasn't around. Messing his diaper around her always made him feel so self conscious and embarrassed. But sitting at the kitchen table, home alone, in total privacy... he figured it couldn't be that bad. He didn't exactly like the feeling of messing his diaper... but he didn't dislike it either. Of course, he was always mortified when it happened in a public place but that was the situation he hated... not so much the feeling of it. Standing up at the kitchen table, the urge increased even more than before. He knew he would barely even have to push. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. Bending his knees a little, he grunted, pushing a warm mess into his diaper. The poop spread out between his cheeks and across the seat of his diaper. It was such a relief... and even more of a relief knowing that no one was watching him. Even knowing that Jess wouldn't be home for a bit granted him a strange sort of confidence in messing his diaper. It wasn't embarrassing. In the past, there were times when it felt so wrong to him... but today, he was just relieving himself. There was no shame in it. He told himself it was just a normal bodily function. Sam sighed, all finished and satisfied at what he'd done. Looking back at the place where he'd been sitting at the kitchen table, he was faced with the prospect of sitting down again. He hadn't thought about it before but, in order to get back to work, he'd have to sit back down... not an appealing idea at the moment. The clock on his computer read 12:02. He sighed knowing it would still be half an hour until Jess returned. He wanted to call her and tell her to hurry up. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. He couldn't bare the thought of calling Jess at work to tell her he'd messed his diaper. It was too embarrassing. She would be back to change his diaper soon enough. There was no use in worrying her. Sam might have been in a poopy diaper, but he wasn't really embarrassed. Since it was close to his lunch hour, he figured he could wait a bit to get back to work. He'd earned a break. Walking into his bedroom, he very carefully laid down on his stomach in the bed. It was far more comfortable than sitting back down at the kitchen table. He pulled a pillow close to rest his head on. The bed pushed his damp diaper up against his crotch but he was almost comfortable enough to ignore the load in his diaper... almost. Burrying his face in the pillow, he could smell Jess' hair. He missed her. And the scent of his wife was infinitely better than his smelly diaper. After laying in the same position, daydreaming for a few moments, Sam carefully rolled onto his side. His hard penis began pressing up against the inside of the damp diaper. The clock on the nightstand read 12:12. Sam knew what would happen if he rolled onto his back. But as much as he hated to admit it, he had learned to like the feeling. Slowly rolling onto his back, he felt the warm mess squish and slide as it spread out over his butt making him sigh in ecstasy. The feeling made him even harder than he already was. He didn't know why the feeling made him react this way. But there was no one there to judge him. He began thrusting his hips back and forth... back and forth. The mess continued to slide around a little in the seat but Sam didn't care. Rubbing the thick front of the diaper and trying in vain to get a grip on his crotch, the feeling was amazing. He knew it wasn't normal. But he didn't care. After a few minutes of thrusting into his diaper, Sam still hadn't satisfied himself and his arm was feeling sore. He stopped for a moment, out of breath and still aroused as ever. As his mind drifted back to reality, how disgusting he was seemed to flash through his mind. He just wished Jess would come home to change him. He had never wanted a diaper change so bad. He felt trapped.... trapped in something that felt good... but trapped nonetheless. He would stay aroused for as long as he stayed in his messy diaper. The guilt of messing himself on purpose was beginning to set in... and the only way to take his mind off the guilt was to start rubbing the front of his diaper again. It felt wonderful. He was actually starting to feel close to getting some satisfaction when he heard the front door open. He sighed, happy he'd be getting changed soon but also disappointed that he'd run out of time to satisfy himself. Rolling onto his side, he didn't have the time or coordination to get off the bed before Jess came in. "Hey honey, how was your-" she stopped and sniffed the air a little. "Uh... hi." he said. "Um... hey." said Sam, carefully getting up off the bed and pulling his t shirt down to cover the tent that had formed in the front of his wet and messy diaper. "Sweetie, how long have you been poopy?" she asked. "Oh uh, not long. I don't know. 10 minutes." stammered Sam. "Okay... well, sorry you had to wait. Lets get you changed, okay." she said taking her husband's hand and guiding him to the towel in front of them. Without hesitation, Sam sat down on the towel and laid back, fully prepared now to get changed. Jess pulled a clean diaper out, unfolding it before placing it on the floor next to Sam's head, probably wanting to put it aside until she could get him cleaned up. Sam couldn't help but feel aroused again as he felt his wife's warm hands rolling up his t shirt, revealing his bare stomach. She then opened the box of baby wipes pulling out several in her hands before untaping Sam's diaper. "Wow, you really made a mess in here, huh?" she said, noting how much everything had spread around. Sam didn't respond. He just stared up at the ceiling as she proceeded to wipe him off thoroughly. He knew his attempt to satisfy himself earlier would mean the change would take just a little bit longer as Jess wiped every corner of his bottom. Still feeling fairly hard, he couldn't share his arousal, especially as Jess began paying closer attention to his balls as she cleaned them though the cold baby wipes. Her efforts to rub cool diaper rash cream over every corner of his bottom didn't help either. By the time the powder came, it felt like he'd been holding his knees forever. He sighed as he brought his bottom down to rest on the clean diaper and Jess closed him up, taping it shut. So much for getting any satisfaction. He was disappointed but the clean diaper felt great. He was glad Jess hadn't been late. He sat up on the floor as he watched his wife drop his used diaper into the diaper genie and remove the large plastic garbage bag from the metal cylinder. She walked out of the bedroom and out of the apartment. This was a common part of her routine when Sam messed himself. He cracked the window and sprayed some fabreeze to ensure that they could both forget about his messy diaper as soon as possible. He walked into the kitchen to unplug his computer and take it into the bedroom with him. He didn't want to be around Jess after that. While he was fairly certain that Jess hadn't been aware that he'd been trying to masturbate earlier, he still felt awkward anyway. It had probably been obvious that he'd sat down in his mess several times... but she hadn't said anything. Laying on the bed with his computer in his lap, he managed to get another few hours of work done. Time seemed to fly by. Of course, knowing Jess was in the next room, he didn't hesitate to squirt pee into his diaper from time to time, knowing full well he could get changed anytime he wanted. It actually seemed to make him more productive. After all, he never had to get up to take a bathroom break! Satisfied he'd put in a good days work and now feeling like his diaper was pretty damp, eventually, he got up the courage to see what Jess was doing and maybe see about getting changed. Walking into the kitchen, he saw her standing over the stove cooking. "Hey." he said. "Hi honey, how was your first day of working at home? Overall I mean?" Sam knew this was Jess' not so subtle way of saying, 'Apart from pooping in your pants, how was work?' "Oh, it was fine... I just um... I was wondering...uh." "What is it sweetie?" she asked, turning her attention away from the stove and looking at Sam. "Well, when are we gonna get those pull ups you were talking about?" he asked hesitantly. "I'm sorry honey, I didn't have time to get them today. If thats still what you want to do I'll swing by the medical supply store tomorrow and pick some up on my way home from work." "Okay... thanks." he said. "But in the meantime, you look like you're pretty wet." she said, glancing down at his diaper. "Uh... yeah." said Sam absentmindedly. "We'll get that taken care of." she said, putting the stove on low and taking his hand. He wandered in behind her as she led him into the bedroom. He sat down on the towel as she began unfolding a new disposable diaper for him. "Now I'm gonna be at work all day tomorrow so Shelby's gonna be coming by to keep an eye on you." said Jess kneeling down and untaping Sam's damp diaper. "Keep an eye on me?" asked Sam, raising an eyebrow. "You know what I mean. Keeping an eye on your diaper anyway. So I expect you to be on your best behavior for her, okay?" "Yeah." said Sam with a sigh as Jess began wiping him off and shaking a sprinkle of baby powder on him.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Jess received a call from the auto shop confirming that Sam's car was ready to be picked up. So, with that, the two of them climbed back into the car and returned to the shop. "Meet you at home?" asked Jess as Sam climbed out of her SUV. "Yeah, see you there." said Sam. Driving back, Sam couldn't help but feel a little strange. He couldn't remember ever having driven while in diapers. Sure, he'd ridden in the car plenty of times but, when he was diapered, Jess always seemed to drive. The feeling of the thick padding between his legs was strange and made it a lot more difficult to slide his right foot from the gas to the break. He managed to get home safely enough, but slightest move of his foot just reminded him of the disposable diaper between his legs. He also felt as though he had never really worn diapers while he was alone... which made enough sense. If Jess was completely in charge of checking and changing his diapers, then it served to reason that he really couldn't be left alone in them for too long. Sam began wondering what his first week of work would bring. Would he be alone? Would Jess have purchased some pull ups for him by then? He tried to push these questions out of his mind as he pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex. It was Saturday after all. It was a day to celebrate. He certainly hadn't had much time to celebrate last night. And his messy diaper seemed to delay any celebration that would take place that afternoon. Jess had seemed pleasant as ever. But Sam was self conscious that his messy diaper had ruined the mood earlier. Sliding his pants back off at the front door, Sam headed for the bedroom. He just wanted to lay down and watch TV for a bit. It wasn't that he didn't want to be around Jess exactly. He certainly wasn't mad at her. But it seemed that every time he looked at her, all he could think about was his accident outside the restaurant. "Hold up, Sam." he heard a voice behind him say as he opened the door to his bedroom. He turned around to see Jess right behind him. "Your car handling okay?" she asked. "Oh, uh, yeah. Seems fine. Good tire." Sam mumbled. "Great." said Jess with a smile. With that, she slid two fingers into the front of his dry diaper, before placing her hands on his shoulders and turning him around. Sam rolled his eyes as he felt Jess cupping the seat of his diaper with her hands followed by the feeling of her pulled the elastics back on his diaper to peek down the back. He figured this ritual shouldn't be necessary after what happened earlier, but he figured she was just being cautious. After the mess she had to clean up, he figured it wasn't unreasonable for her to wonder if his stomach had been upset. Although she said nothing about the accident for the rest of the afternoon, the thorough diaper check just seemed like more evidence that it was on her mind. Sam had grown used to diaper checks and they really didn't bother him at this point. But he still resented the messy diaper checks that Jess resorted to. It was as if she didn't trust him to be honest with her if he pooped in his pants... as if that was something she had to check for herself each time... just in case. Sam heard Jess puttering around in the kitchen as he laid back on the bed. He released a small squirt of urine into his diaper as he laid back on the bed. It was absorbed almost instantly. After watching TV for a while, Sam couldn't help but glance at the cardboard box by the side of his bed. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd damaged his laptop when he dropped the box the previous night. He couldn't bare the thought of going back to the office on Monday to ask for another... or to explain the circumstances under which he dropped it. While he didn't want to waste any time thinking about work, he wanted to at least check to make sure the machine was not damaged. He slid it out of the box and plugged it into the wall by his bed. He was more than happy to see the screen light up as he turned it on. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sam felt more pee trickling into his swelling diaper. He still wasn't exactly looking forward to Monday, but at least now he knew he'd be able to face it in the privacy of his own home. Sam rubbed the front of his diaper a little with one hand while keeping his other hand on the keyboard. He logged into his inbox to check his email. Nothing new. Time seemed to get away from Sam. Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, he realized several hours had passed. He smelled something cooking in the kitchen through his cracked bedroom door. He couldn't help but wonder what Jess might be cooking. Aside from the microwave, Sam never cooked any of his own meals. And he was always all too happy that Jess was an above average cook. Sam realized just how long he must have been laying on his bed as he stood up, feeling the warm, sagging weight of his diaper between his legs. It was wetter than he thought. Wandering out into the kitchen, Sam saw Jess standing over the stove, cooking something. "Hey, honey? Did you take a nap?" she asked. "No, uh, I just wanted to check my laptop, you know. Make sure it was working okay and everything." he said. "Sweetie, its the weekend, you're supposed to be relaxing. I know I'm uptight but even I usually don't worry about work on a Saturday night." "Yeah... I guess you're right." agreed Sam. Jess put the burners on low and turned her attention to her husband. "Looks like you could use a change." she said, glancing down at his swollen diaper. "Uh... yeah, I guess." said Sam. Sam sighed. It must have been his t shirt. It was slightly shorter than usual, exposing more of his diaper than he would have liked. He'd gotten used to having his diaper out in the open, but he always preferred baggier shirts. If nothing else, he was just glad that Jess had to do fewer embarrassing diaper checks with his current shirt. His wife took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Sam wondered if he thinks might finally be heating up in their bedroom. He eagerly sat down on the bedroom floor, rubbing the front of his warm soggy diaper as he watched Jess pull a new one from the package on the dresser. He watched her as she knelt down in front of him and began unfolding the clean diaper. Setting the new garment down beside him, she ripped over the tapes. Sam grabbed his knees as she slid the wet diaper out from under him and started in with the cool, refreshing baby wipes. He almost gasped when he felt the cold wipes on his balls. A quick dusting of powder and Sam set his rear down on a clean diaper. Before he could even look up at Jess, the diaper was closed up. She smoothed out the tapes. With a disappointed sigh, Sam sat up. He couldn't help but stare at his wife's butt as she picked up his wet diaper and stood up. The red lacy thong she was wearing peaked out from the back of her jeans. Sam's erection seemed to grow even stronger within the padding of his diaper. Throwing away his used diaper, Jess pulled up her jeans ever so slightly, ending her husband's short glimpse of her sensuous lingerie. "Meet me in the kitchen. I've got a surprise for you." she said. While Sam was certain it wasn't the surprise he wanted at the moment, he reluctantly followed her anyway. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw his wife holding a long, green glass bottle in her hands. She had a huge smile on her face. "I thought we could drink this last night but you were so tired when we got home." she said. "Champagne? Really? Jess you didn't have to do this." he said. "I know but I wanted to. I'm proud of you, sweetie." she said. Sam smiled. "Thanks, Jess." She set two glasses on the kitchen table and proceeded to pour one for each of them. She handed one to Sam. "To working from home." said Jess, raising her glass. "To my awesome wife who... puts up with a lot." said Sam, smiling shyly. Jess smiled back. Sam took a long swig from the cold, bubbling glass of champagne. He suddenly thought that his night was actually shaping up to be pretty good after all. "The food's almost ready. Why don't you go sit down?" she said. Sam nodded. He sat down with his glass at the table and, before long, Jess emerged with a plate of delicious looking chicken and mashed potatoes in one hand and the bottle of champagne in the other. "Can I top you off?" she asked, noting Sam's empty glass. "Sure." he said with a smile. She returned to the table with a plate of her own and the two lovers began to eat dinner. Sam couldn't help but smile at his wife. She looked right back at him and winked before turning her eyes back toward the food on her plate. Feeling the urge to pee again, Sam squirted some warmth into his diaper. He then noticed that Jess seemed to be staring at him with a sort of mischievous grin. She must have known what he'd just done. It was if she always seemed to have a strange sort of sixth sense about his diapers. "What?" he said innocently. "Nothing. You're just really cute." Sam blushed and took another large swig of his champagne. He was already feeling a little tipsy. He didn't want to get drunk exactly. But his accident earlier had made him nervous about spending the evening just him and Jess. He just wanted to relax... and that he had certainly accomplished. He felt a little more warm pee trickle over his balls as he released it into his warm diaper, watching Jess collect their empty plates before taking them to the sink. Standing up, Sam glanced down at his diaper. It was a little wet but still fit pretty well. His bladder still felt a little full. It must have been the alcohol. Whenever he drank, he'd gotten used to wetting slowly and frequently. As he walked up to Jess, he pulled his t shirt down a little, trying to cover the small tent. He could feel himself pressing up against the warm inside of his diaper. But he didn't want to pee again just yet. Jess was right in front of him and he still felt nervous about going while she was watching. "Can I help you with any of that?" he asked, standing next to Jess as she rinsed off the dishes. "Nope. All done." she smiled, drying off her hands. "So... I have a confession to make." she said, wrapping her arms around her husband. "What is it?" he asked. "Well... its a little embarrassing." she said, smiling. Her arms slowly slid down Sam's back before her hands came to rest on his hips. Sam prepared himself for another diaper check, but Jess' arms remained still. He couldn't help but feel a little self conscious. Jess was touching his diaper, albeit only on his hips and through the fabric of his t shirt. "Uh... embarrassing? Come on Jess, I think between the two of us, I've got a little bit more to be embarrassed about than you do." said Sam. She smiled before glancing down at his crotch. Sam's eyes followed her gaze. Most of the front of his t shirt was now covering his diaper but the bulge of the padding around his crotch stuck out a little bit. She said nothing... just stared at the visible part of his diaper for a few seconds before turning her eyes back towards his. "What?" he asked. "Well, I guess I've told you that I think its kinda cute that you like wetting your diapers sometimes, right?" "Uh... yeah I guess." "I know that sounds weird but... just knowing that you like wearing your protection is... awesome really. When I first put you back in diapers for the night, I figured you really hated me but... I guess I was so stressed out I didn't really care." "Well, I didn't like them at first but... now... I guess I do have more peace of mind and, I don't know, when they get all warm its just... it feels good." said Sam. "Well... I know this sounds weird but... sometimes... when I see making your potty face, for some reason, I get a little turned on." "Really?" asked Sam. "Yeah... I guess. Its the weirdest thing. Its like... you know you need to wear protection and... its just not a big deal. I don't know. Thats just sexy to me. Just the cute faces you make and how you don't mind your diapers anymore." she said with a smile. "Seriously?" he said. "You don't think I'm weird do you?" she asked. "What? Me? I'm the one who likes peeing in a diaper here." said Sam with a chuckle. Jess smiled and wrapped her arms around him, embracing him in a warm hug. Sam put his arms around her, putting his hands on her hips. He then released his very full feeling bladder, feeling his diaper swell with warmth as he let out a deep sigh. He heard Jess, who probably knew full well what he was doing, let out a sigh of her own. But while his was a sigh of relief, hers was one of arousal. As the hot pee filled up his swollen diaper, he slid his hands across her tight jeans, feeling her butt - so toned, so tight, and so different from his puffy rear end. She pulled back from his embrace and kissed Sam deeply, now grabbing his diapered butt with both her hands. She then took her husband's hand firmly in hers, pulling him towards the bedroom. Sam was startled a little as Jess pushed back on his shoulders, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto the bed with a small 'squish' Before he had time to react, she climbed on top of him, straddling his him. Sam lay on his back staring up at his wife who put her hands back on his shoulders and began kissing him passionately once more. She quickly began unbuttoning her tight, white top revealing a white bra underneath. She looked so gorgeous, so confident. As she leaned in to kiss him passionately again, Sam was getting desperate to get out of his diaper but just leaned in to return the deep kiss. For one reason or another, he didn't feel he could take it off himself... nor could he ask Jess to take it off him. She was in control. She would decide when it came off. But he wasn't complaining. As they rolled over onto their sides on the bed, they continued to kiss, wrapped in each other's warm embrace. Sam began rubbing the front of his warm soggy diaper while his other hand rested on Jess' bare lower back. He froze as he felt Jess' hand grabbing his wrist. "Wait." she said, struggling to catch her breath. He looked right back at her. She smiled. Wouldn't want you to get too excited... while you're still... in your diaper." she said, breathlessly. Sam smiled. He wanted out. Jess slowly sat up on the bed. Sam just remained on his back, staring at her. She brushed back her long brown hair, wiping a little sweat from her forehead. They both remained still for a moment, catching their breath, sweating a little. "Okay. Come on." she said, standing up and taking Sam's hand. Sam got off the bed as Jess pulled a new diaper from its package. Although she was still in her jeans, as she knelt down in front of him, he could see the red straps of her thong riding up around her hips. He smiled, laying down in front of her. "I'm just gonna clean you up real quick, okay?" Sam nodded, putting his hands at his side, more eager than ever for Jess to untape him. She ripped open the tapes and pulled back the front panel of his diaper. Sam grabbed his knees, pulling them to his chest. The cool summer air felt great on his erect penis... but not as good as the cold baby wipes. He was glad to feel her powdering his butt, which had been feeling just a little damp and sweaty. Jess cleaned him quickly and thoroughly before unfolding the new diaper and sliding it underneath him. She stroked his shaft gently with a cool baby wipe before gently grabbing his balls. Leaving the cool baby wipe on his skin in the front of his open diaper, she stood up and began unbuttoning her jeans. Sam watched as she picked up his folded wet diaper and confidently walked from one end of the room to the other to dispose of it in his diaper genie. The sight of his wife in only a white bra and a red lacy thong was incredible. He had never seen her in a sexier outfit. He lay there on the floor in front of her as he watched her unhook her bra before sliding down her sexy red underwear. She climbed on top of him as he slid inside of her in one fluid motion. It had never felt so incredible to be inside of her. "Ohhhh, Saaam. I love you." she said with a smile. "I love you too." he said. "You think you can control yourself?" she asked. Sam nodded. "You know if you don't, you'll go right back in your diaper." she said. Sam nodded. His nod seemed to be all the signal his wife needed. With that, she quickly began bouncing up and down, sliding in and out.... in and out. "You like tinkling in your diapers?" she asked, between breaths. "Yeah... yeah... ohhhh." Sam grabbed his wife's toned thighs. It was all he could do to hold on tight. His wife's bare breasts seemed to bounce up and down in the dim light of their bedroom. He slid his hands up to her lower back. "Ohhh, honey... I'm gonna cum. Control yourself.... yeah....ohhhh." Jess moaned loudly as they came together, experiencing a massive wave of pleasure... together as one. Brushing her hair back, she smiled at Sam. They were both speechless... and very out of breath. She laid down on top of him for a moment. Sam leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "That was amazing." she smiled. It couldn't have been more than a minute before she slowly rolled off him and pulled his diaper into place, taping it snugly closed. He could only watch as she stood in front of the dresser. She withdrew a tight pair of black boyshorts from the drawer and slid them on before pulling out a tight white t shirt and putting it on. Exhausted, Sam just barely managed to stand up before pulling back the covers and plopping down on the bed in his new diaper and t shirt. Rolling over onto his side, he felt Jess snuggle up behind him, spooning him as she'd done the night before... her knees resting just below him on his diapered butt. She kissed him on the back of the neck. "I love you." she whispered. "I love you too." he said. Sam yawned a little before feeling Jess taking his hand in hers. He couldn't help but squeeze it a little as he released a dribble of warm pee into his new diaper with a sigh. Jess seemed to hold him even tighter. Sweaty after all their exertion on a warm summer evening, neither one of them bothered to cover up. They laid there on the bed with only each other's embrace to keep them comfortable... but that was enough.

When the waitress returned, Jess politely told her they were in a hurry and asked about getting their meals to go along with the check. But even that didn't guarantee a quick exit for them. Sam knew they couldn't just run out the front door. They had to wait for their food. It couldn't be much longer now. There was still a small part of Sam that wanted to run to the bathroom but he knew he wouldn't be able to tape himself up properly afterwards. He might save some of his own dignity but it would anger Jess for sure. And what would that dignity be worth anyway if he had an accident while he was unprotected? The thought of wearing a diaper that would be prone to inevitable leaks at any time scared Sam. It scared him much more than messing himself because, in the end, at least that was still something that he had done before. He at least knew what to expect. But soaking his pants in public or ruining Jess' leather seats on the ride home? He wasn't brave enough to risk that. Sam was managing to stay in control even though he still squirmed ever so slightly from time to time. He cringed when Jess put her arm around him and began stroking his back. He knew she was only trying to comfort him but he always felt so awkward about her putting her hands on him for any reason when he was so close to the edge like this. He confessed that he had to do something gross... or that he might be about to do something gross. And he felt all the more awkward for it. The uncomfortable look on his face must have been obvious. "I hate seeing you like this, sweetie. You look uncomfortable. If its that bad why don't you just try to relax and let it go?" "Here? In the middle of this place? Are you crazy?" "Well, you could always go out to the car. But honey, if it happens here, no one's going to know and we can just get up leave afterwards okay? Either way, you're protected." "Look Jess, I can hold it. With all these people around I'm not gonna just-" Just then, the waitress set their food down on the table in some styrofoam boxes. The surprise almost made Sam lose control... almost. "Okay, we've got a turkey sandwich on rye and a bacon cheeseburger to go. And here's the check. Can I get you guys anything else today?" she asked in a cheerful tone. "No, that should be it. Thanks." smiled Jess. The waitress left and Jess began rummaging through her purse before putting down money. Sam wished she'd had the money ready but it didn't delay them by more than a minute or so. Jess looked over at him as if she was well aware of his fragile state. "Ready to go?" she asked. "In more ways than one." said Sam sarcastically. Jess couldn't help but smile a little at this comment. But Sam wasn't laughing. She slid out of the booth with the greatest of ease. Sam couldn't help but stare at the fit of her tight jeans on her curvaceous butt as she slid out of the booth. Knowing he had little choice but to get up, Sam took a deep breath and stood up. Just as he expected, the urge became more immediate as he stood up. His jeans were a little baggy but the fit around the waist was tight as ever. Not like his sweatpants at all. He wondered if Jess had diapered him more snugly than usual. But he figured it was just his imagination. Hunched over only slightly, he began walking towards the front of the restaurant. As the pressure inside of him increased, Sam felt like he was crossing the point of no return. He wouldn't be able to make it to the car. He felt himself getting goosebumps as Jess took his hand in hers. The padding between his legs was the only comfort he had - the only thing that would contain the inevitable. He felt warm pee dribble out a little into his diaper as they approached the front of the restaurant. Jess pushed open the door as they stepped outside into the hot afternoon sun. Confident as Jess led him by the hand, he closed his eyes, weary of adjusting to the bright sunlight. Only a couple feet from the door Sam froze in mid step, squeezing Jess' hand as his warm mess rushed out into the seat of his diaper without any help from him in one long, muffled, wet sounding fart. Feeling Jess still pulling on his hand, he opened his eyes. "Come on honey, lets step away from the door here." said Jess. Regaining his composure and snapping back into reality, Sam began walking again, following her lead. He couldn't help feeling a little disoriented waddling around in the bright sun with the large mess in the seat of his diaper. While Sam knew that no one walking into the restaurant probably had any idea of what he'd just done, they probably saw that he was walking very awkwardly. He breathed a sigh of relief as they began walking between the rows of cars in the parking lot. "Does your tummy feel better at least?" asked Jess. "Yeah." said Sam. He did feel a bit better but more pressure was building inside of him. Jess opened the passenger side door for him. "Okay honey, you should be just fine but let me see if we have a towel we can lay on the seat just in case." said Jess walking over to the other back door of the car. Jess gently brushed past Sam while she carefully laid down a towel on his seat. "There you go." she said. Sam wasn't finished pooping yet. He was waiting for Jess to walk around to the other side of the car so he could have some 'privacy' but she just stood there. "You okay, honey?" she asked, putting her hand on his arm. "Yeah. I'm... uh... I'll be okay." said Sam. "Do you need any help getting in?" she asked. "No, I'm fine. Thanks, Jess." "Okay." she said with a smile. He waited until her back was turned before squatting down a little and pushing more poop into his messy diaper. He sighed, standing upright again and taking a step back as Jess climbed into the car. With the passenger side door open, she could see straight out. He didn't want Jess to see him until he was finished. "Sam?" he heard Jess say. He didn't respond. With a quiet grunt, he bent his knees again forcing out the last of his mess. The farting sound was louder than he had expected. He stood up and sighed. He finally felt finished. Now he had to climb into the SUV. No easy task but he was confident he could do it without any help. Climbing into the car, he braced his arm on the console between him and Jess. While the position was a bit awkward, he was managing not to put his butt down on the seat. He pulled the door closed, still in the same position. He looked up at Jess. She looked as if she was waiting for something. "Seat belt?" she said. Sam sighed. He didn't want to sit down. "Sam, its 10 minutes back home. We'll get you cleaned up as soon as you get there, okay? Why don't you make yourself more comfortable." "This isn't... sitting down won't be that... comfortable Jess." "Well leaning sideways on the console doesn't look that comfortable either." said Jess. Sam sighed. He knew she was right. Very slowly, he allowed his weight to come to rest on the seat. His jeans felt so confining. As he sat down the warm, mushy load in his pants spread up his butt crack, across his cheeks, and finally stopped at the base of his balls. That feeling that was becoming all too familiar to Sam was like nothing else. It didn't tickle. It wasn't dry. It wasn't exactly wet. But it always prompted him to create a small tent in the front of his diaper. Sam was fine with the fact that wet diapers aroused him sometimes. But he always hated the fact that he couldn't stop himself from being turned on by the feeling of a poopy diaper. And it always seemed to happen as soon as he sat down in one. He desperately wanted to massage the front of his diaper... just a little... but he didn't dare. It was too risky to take the chance of upsetting Jess just when he needed her most. He didn't envy the task that Jess would have before her. He had never been so glad that changing diapers was her responsibility and hers alone. At least he didn't have to smell it. On the road, now with the windows rolled down Sam stared out absent mindedly, pretending he hadn't done what he just did. He almost wished Jess had offered to change him in the parking lot... embarrassing as it would have been. Finally, they arrived back at their apartment. The mess inside his diaper shifted as he climbed out of the car. Jess took his hand as they proceeded up the steps. He had never been so happy to hear her pulling those keys out of her purse and turning the lock. The air conditioning of their apartment was a welcome change from the summer heat. Sam felt hot inside his jeans with his messy diaper so he had no problem taking them off after his shoes right at the front door. As he waddled towards the bedroom, Jess picked up his pants behind him, running her hand along the inside, double checking them. Sam ran his hand along his diapered butt, noting the very different contours and dimensions that it had as a result of the load he was carrying around. He just wanted to make sure nothing had leaked. He'd always resented how thick his diapers were but he had to hand it to Jess... they did their job. His mind lost in a fog, Sam turned to sit down on the bed. "No no no, sweetie. Not the bed. Remember, this is where we change you from now on." said Jess taking his hand and gently pulling him in the direction of the towel. "Sorry" said Sam. He couldn't blame Jess for making that new rule. Now that he thought about it, with the mess he'd just made in his diaper, it would be better not to sit down on the bed. Sam stood still as Jess stepped behind him. He cringed a little as he felt her prodding the back of his diaper with her finger, spreading the mess around ever so slightly before pulling back the elastics on the back, peeking inside to get a glimpse of what she was in for. His erection began to return. "Wow... yeah... time to change ya." remarked Jess. Dreading sitting down again, Sam stood there as Jess knelt down, new diaper in hand. She set the folded diaper down on the floor and opened the tub of wipes pulling three out and holding them in her hand for good measure. "Come on, honey. The sooner you lay down, the sooner we can change ya." said Jess. Sam laid down in front of her, feeling the mess spread out even more. Sam knew this was going to take some time. Jess wasted no time ripping open the tapes and peeling the diaper open. Grabbing his legs, Sam felt the mess separate from his bare bottom as Jess used the wet part of his diaper to wipe him off before proceeding with the baby wipes. Slowly and methodically, she began to clean every inch her husbands bare bottom. "So... I know I said that your diapers put my mind at ease but... I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that... this is... one of the less romantic aspects of you wearing diapers." said Jess. "Uh... yeah... definitely." agreed Sam. He heard Jess let out a slight giggle. At least she had a sense of humor about it all. Sam sighed as he continued to hold his legs up. The feeling of the ice cold wipes in his butt crack made him even more aroused. Jess slowly worked her way up to his balls before gently wiping and caressing them. Sam was hoping she would pleasure him at the end of the change but he couldn't bare to ask. He was at her mercy. He couldn't tell if she was purposely giving him extra attention down below or if she was just trying to clean him more thoroughly. Maybe both. Hopefully both. All he could do was wait patiently as she wiped him off. He quickly grew weary of the awkward position he was holding. For a moment, he felt no more wiping. He heard footsteps as Jess got up and figured she was just throwing away his old diaper. He smiled hearing the crinkling sound of Jess unfolding a new diaper. He knew the change was almost over. The tickling of the baby powder just seemed to excite Sam even more as she shook large quantities of it onto his butt before caressing it into his balls. "Okay... your butt is cleared for landing." she said. Setting his bare butt down on a fresh diaper, Sam's erection stood taller than ever. Jess pulled out a wipe and gently and slowly ran it up his shaft... then slowly down. Sam sighed in ecstasy at the feeling, confident of where this was all going. Then, abruptly, Jess released him and tossed the wipe on the towel Sam was laying on. Her fingers still had a little powder on them and she ran them up his shaft. "I'm gonna wash my hands. Why don't you try and calm down a little. And keep those busy hands of yours at your side, okay?" she said, standing up. Feeling tricked for a moment, Sam quickly realized that Jess had really just been trying to clean every inch of him thoroughly. He should have known better than to expect her to pleasure him after a change like that. She'd done it only once before after a poopy diaper change and it was probably because she was in an exceptionally good mood that day. But Sam couldn't blame her. He really had no idea of the task she'd just done. Sam had never changed one of his own poopy diapers before. Staring at the ceiling allowed him to daydream a little. The sight Jess had been staring at for the past 5 minutes must have been noticeably different. As he lifted his head to glance down at his penis, he saw Jess emerging from the bathroom. She knelt down and quickly pulled the diaper up over her husband's now only partially erect penis. He felt himself getting harder as Jess began taping him up. As good as the thick padding felt over his freshly powdered genitals, his wife's gentle touch would have been better. After all that, he was back in diapers... with no relief. Relieved in a lot of other ways... he'd have to wait for anything sexual. "I wasn't trying to tease you, sweetie." said Jess, as if reading his mind. "What?" asked Sam innocently. "I said I wasn't trying to tease you. That was just... well, I'm just ready to get off my knees for a bit. I'm a little tired." "Oh, I understand. Totally. Uh... thanks for... you know." said Sam, standing up. "Well... at least you're all clean again, right?" said Jess, patting his diapered rear end. Sam massaged the front of his diaper a little as he watched his wife walk out of the room. He'd always found something so sensual about his wife patting his diapered bottom... even if she didn't always intend it that way. He sighed, standing in his bedroom with a small tent in his diaper again. He glanced at the half full package of diapers on the dresser before looking at the towel on the floor with the tub of wipes next to it. He knew he should be grateful to be clean, but he was still a little disappointed. While he was certain Jess had lost her appetite, he couldn't help but wonder about the burger waiting for him in the kitchen. Messing in his diaper was, ironically, a lot less gross than using the toilet in a lot of ways. After all, HE didn't see or do much of anything related to the clean up process. Sam glanced at the nightstand. There was a small arousal bottle of 'fabreeze' there. While he didn't their bedroom smelled all that bad. He sprayed a bit of it in the air anyway. If was to have any chance at the kind of relief he wanted later, he would have to make sure their room didn't smell. Tired of standing there, in only his t shirt and new diaper, he wandered out into the kitchen to grab some food.

Sam stepped out of the bathroom in a towel, drying himself off as the steam escaped through the open door. Sam loved wearing only a towel, it was the only other regular opportunity he had to go without diapers. But Jess was almost always aware of when the sound of the water running had ended. Sam couldn't have been out of the shower for more than 60 seconds when Jess walked into their bedroom. "Hey." said Sam, just a tad startled. "Good shower?" asked Jess. "Uh... yeah." said Sam, wondering if Jess had any suspicion about what he'd just done in the shower. "Great." she smiled. Jess walked over to the dresser, sliding a clean folded diaper out of its package. Sam's diapers were no longer kept inside the dresser but rather the package sat right on top of it with a tub of baby wipes, some powder, and a small tube of diaper rash cream next to it. These items had bothered Sam at first but now he realized that, aside from Shelby, almost no one Jess knew would ever come into their bedroom. Jess tossed the diaper down next to the folded towel on the floor, before coming up behind Sam. He was caught off guard as Jess pulled the towel off the bottom half of his body, running it over his shoulders before drying off his hair a little. "Lift up your arms, sweetie." she said. Sam did this almost instinctively as she slid a t shirt over his arms and head. Sam sighed as Jess knelt down in front of him and began unfolding a clean diaper. Now half naked, Sam reluctantly laid down in front of her and grabbed his knees. She then shook generous amounts of powder onto his butt. With summer coming on, Jess seemed to be using more and more powder, which Sam was grateful for. While his diapers could get pretty warm sometimes, the powder usually kept everything inside feeling clean and dry. Sam sat his butt down on a new diaper as Jess pulled it closed and taped him up. As she stood up, Sam saw a red, lacy thong peek out from the back of her jeans. Sam smiled. This was the thong she had purchased so many months ago. She must have been saving it for a special occasion. So many thoughts began flashing through Sam's mind. Having had a good night's rest, tonight was the night he wanted to celebrate being done with work... or working at an office anyway. He knew Jess must have had the same idea. After all, it was rare that she ever wore thongs and he hadn't seen that particular article of clothing since she'd bought it months ago. For some reason, today, his wife's skimpy underwear seemed more like a reason to celebrate - rather than a reminder of his inferiority. "So, I thought we'd go over to that shop and see how long it'll take to get the car fixed and then maybe we could go out somewhere and grab lunch. Hows that sound?" she asked. "Uh, great." said Sam with a smile. "Great." said Jess. She grabbed a pair of jeans, holding them open for Sam to step into. While Sam still didn't feel altogether comfortable with his wife dressing him, he stepped into his pants without any complaints. He knew that he procrastinated sometimes and wasn't always on time for things. In a way, dressing him was just Jess' way of speeding the process along. He stared at Jess absent mindedly as he watched her slide them up over his diaper, zip them up, and finally button them. Putting on his shoes himself, Sam was finally ready to go. Jess grabbed his blue backpack and slung it around her shoulder as they walked out the door. The bright sun and the warm summer air felt nice. Sam had been so busy at work this past week, he hadn't spent much time outside. Their car was pretty hot inside but the air conditioner quickly cooled things off. Still... Sam was glad Jess had used so much powder on him. He still felt as clean and as fresh as ever. Still waking up, Sam didn't say much. But there was a question in the back of his mind that he wanted to ask. "Hey Jess..." he began. "Whats up?" she smiled. "I was just wondering... do you ever get... embarrassed about the fact that I wear diapers. I mean, these things ride up pretty high above my pants. Do you ever wonder if I bend over or if my shirt rides up, someone will see that your husband is... you know." "Wearing a diaper?" asked Jess matter of factly. "Um... yeah." "Why would that bother me, sweetie? Its a medical condition. You just need diapers for protection. Thats like asking if I'd be embarrassed if you sprained your ankle and had to use crutches." "Well, like aren't you embarrassed to tell the girls you work with that your married to a guy who still wears... diapers?" asked Sam hesitantly. "Okay honey, first of all, I only tell people I trust about your condition. I'm sorry if you were embarrassed meeting Jordan the other night. But Shelby and I have spent a lot of time with her. And she's really cool, okay? And second of all... I know you may not want to hear this, but I'm glad you wear diapers. I used to look at you when you were sleeping and worry how big the puddle would be when you woke up. Now when I see you sleeping, I just think about how cute and innocent you look. I used to look at you sitting on the couch and worry how bad the furniture would be damaged if you fell asleep there. Now when I see you on the couch, I just wanna curl up next to you and take you in my arms. I used to be constantly looking around for bathrooms everywhere we went. Now I just get to hold your hand and enjoy being with you. Does that all make sense?" "I guess." said Sam. "When you're protected, I get to enjoy YOU and forget about your problem. I think about you, not your problem. You know how I always worry and get get stressed out about stuff. And you've always been really important to me so I've worried about you a lot over the years. And now that you are in diapers, its like I don't have to worry as much. Diapers are just... well, they are the most romantic thing you could do really." "Shut up." said Sam, rolling his eyes. "Its true, sweetie. By wearing them its like you are admitting you have a problem. Remember that night before we put you back in diapers when I brought home a plastic sheet?" "Uh... yeah." "You got all angry and stormed out of the room. You went and got drunk with your friends that night." "Yeah." "Whenever you wouldn't admit that you had a problem or refused to accept the fact that you needed help, I would get so mad. Thats why I finally had to put my foot down. I don't mind taking care of you. I just hated you constantly arguing with me. When you're protected, its like you're accepting my help and I know I don't have to stress out about it. Even now, just knowing that I don't have to worry about something as stupid as the leather seats is such a load off my mind. And when I don't have as much to worry about I can just enjoy... you and all the other great things about you." "And... changing me?" "It was my job to change adult diapers for years, Sam. At least now I know I'm caring for the man I love and not just some stranger. And hey... sometimes I get to pleasure you too." she said with a smile. Sam smiled back. Before too long, they reached the auto shop. "I'm just gonna run in and find out how long it'll take. Be right back." she said kissing Sam on the cheek. Sam just waited in the car. He wanted to go in with her but he figured he could stand to relax a little. It was a Saturday he should be celebrating after all. Before long, she returned. She said the car would have a new tire in only a few hours and, with that, the two of them left to head out to lunch. They walked into the restaurant together and the hostess seated them at the nearest table. "You okay? You've been kind of quiet today?" asked Jess. "No, I'm fine. Just... thinking I guess." "About what?" asked Jess. "Just about us... about what you said." "Sam... I don't know about you but since I put you back in diapers and... especially since I took over helping you with your diapers... I just think we've been happier than ever before." she said with smile. Sam smiled back. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was true. He was much happier. And the fact that Jess seemed to always be in a better mood was the best part. Sam felt a small rumble in the bottom of his stomach but he figured he was probably just hungry. He smiled as the waitress finally arrived and they ordered their meals. Nothing fancy. Sam had just ordered a cheeseburger and Jess a small sandwich but it felt like it had been forever since they'd eaten at a restaurant. "I think I'm gonna go wash my hands." said Sam, wanting to stretch his legs bit. "Okay, see you in bit." smiled Jess. Sam stood up from the table. Entering the bathroom, Sam felt like it had been forever since he'd seen a public restroom outside his office. He sighed, staring at the stalls. As bizarre as it seemed, he now began to wonder if last night had been his final opportunity to use a bathroom... or at least a public bathroom. After all, he couldn't imagine Jess would ever want him to be out in PUBLIC without a diaper ever again. Sam tried to brush this thought aside as he leaned over the sink and began soaping up his hands. He felt that same rumbling in his stomach as he turned off the water in the sink. But this time it seemed to have a different meaning. Sam tried to ignore it, walking out of the bathroom and into a long hallway in the restaurant. The feeling seemed to grow stronger as he walked into the restaurant. He glanced back at the bathrooms. He just stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. He was far enough away from their table, confident that Jess couldn't see him. For a moment, he thought about going into the bathrooms to relieve himself. He could very carefully untape his diaper and poop in the toilet. But he quickly struck this idea down in his own mind. He hadn't taped his diaper up in months and Jess had always told him he could never get it right. He could use the toilet but he would still have to endure an entire lunch plus a ride home in his current diaper. If he peed even a little or had a single accident, his diaper might leak all over the place. Jess would furious. He couldn't take that chance. He couldn't ruin that good mood that Jess had been in for these past few weeks. He figured there might as well have been a brick wall between him and those bathrooms. But what were his options? Regardless of what he had to do, Sam wasn't good at holding it when he had to use the bathroom. The feeling in his stomach seemed to be building. He finally concluded that he'd feel much better if he could just sit down. Returning to the table, he sat down in the booth next to Jess. "Hey sweetie, I was thinking that maybe on the way home we could grab a bottle of wine." said Jess. "Sure." said Sam unenthusiastically, staring at the table. His wife was planning a romantic evening and all he could think about what relieving himself. While he'd already messed his diaper earlier in the week, doing it again just seemed like too much for him. He'd only soaked his pants the previous night... now he was faced with doing the only thing he considered more childish. His real problem wasn't just that they were in public. He'd messed himself in relatively public places before. But they were in a restaurant. He felt like the grossest person alive. "Um... Jess?" began Sam shyly. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked. "I uh... I need to um... nevermind." said Sam, unable to say it. "You have to pee? You can go in your diaper honey." said Jess understandingly. "No... I need to..." Sam didn't want to say it. But he knew that he had no choice. Even though he was sitting down, the force inside him was demanding release, pushing him to confess... even though he wasn't ready. But he knew that he couldn't surprise Jess with this. He had to at least warm her. "I have to go... you know... number two." said Sam under his breath. "Oh... now?" asked Jess. "Yeah." said Sam with a sigh. "Did you make a mess in your diaper, honey?" she asked. "No, I didn't. I just... I have to go and... I don't know if I can wait... you know?" "Okay, sweetie. I'm glad you told me. Wow, um, okay we can figure something out. When the waitress comes back, we can just ask if we can get our food to go, okay?" "Okay." said Sam, feeling only slightly more hopeful.

Sam couldn't help but waddle a little as he walked up the steps to his apartment, close behind his wife - his diaper bag slung over her shoulder. She was also carrying his damp pants and underwear, rolled up in her hand. With the large warm bulge between his legs, he started to realize he must have wet his diaper a little more than he thought. He figured he probably had just drank too much coffee. That, and he was really exhausted. He set down his cardboard box by the front door and began sliding his sweatpants down. He knew Jess' rules but usually, he'd keep his pants on until she actually told him to take them off. But tonight he was heading straight for his bed and the summer weather had made sweatpants uncomfortable to sleep in. Jess took off her raincoat. Sam glanced at her for a moment. She really did look beautiful. She was wearing a baggy red v neck shirt and a pair of black tights underneath. Sam had to wonder if she'd gotten a little dressed up to celebrate his last day of work or if she just looked naturally sexy. He figured it was probably a little of both. But he took only a fleeting glance at his wife as he walked into the bedroom. He plopped down on the bed without even bothering to pull the covers back. He looked up at Jess who was now standing over him, her hands on her hips. "You look exhausted, honey." she said with a warm smile. "Yeah, you got that right." Sam muttered. "Okay, well lets get you changed real quick before you fall asleep. You'll get a rash if you sleep like that." she said. Sam slowly rolled over, wondering how Jess had known the state of his diaper without even checking him. But he figured it must have been obvious. The fact that he'd taken his pants off at the front door and waddled into the bedroom must have given it away. Jess was sharp and, when it came to Sam's diapers, she didn't miss a thing. "Come on." she said, patting the towel on the floor. Sam figured that this must have been his new changing spot. He figured Jess had grown weary of getting anything gross on their bed. Sam watched as his wife knelt down on their bedroom floor with a clean diaper and began putting her hair into a pony tail. He couldn't help but stare at the contours of her firm, toned butt underneath her tights. The skin tight piece of apparel around her waist seemed like the polar opposite of what he was wearing. The tights just seemed to show off how clean her butt was. If she'd told him they were painted on, he wouldn't have been surprised. Jess might have blushed if she'd known the thin outline of her panties was visible under the thin material. But to Sam, even that sight seemed to just exude confidence - confidence in her ability to be so comfortable wearing so little. A confidence Sam couldn't seem to remember having since High School. He couldn't find the strength to get up. Finally, Jess stood up and took Sam's hand. "Come on, honey. I know you'll sleep a lot better if you're dry." Finally, Sam mustered the willpower to sit up. He slowly got off the bed and laid down on the floor. Jess began ripping open the tapes. The cool air almost felt refreshing on Sam's genitals, but not as refreshing as the baby wipes. Sam closed his eyes, almost prepared to fall asleep right there on the floor. He didn't open them again until he felt Jess' soft hands grabbing him by the ankles and lifting his legs. She couldn't quite perform a diaper change without any help from him but it seemed like his cooperation was becoming less and less necessary. Still... he managed to hold his knees to his chest as she neatly wiped behind his balls and powdered his bottom. He let his butt down the second the diaper was under him. A little more powder and he was already being taped up in a clean diaper. He yawned. "All done." she smiled, tossing out the old diaper and using some baby wipes to clean off her hands. Sam slowly climbed into bed, pulling the covers back. He watched as his wife slid down her black tights, leaving them on the floor and climbing into bed next to him. As Sam rolled over in bed, he felt his wife's arms wrapping around him, embracing him. She gently kissed him on the back of his neck. Sam yawned again, curling up into the fetal position. He felt a tickle as his wife's toes slid along the back of his heel. He then felt her smooth legs against the back of his own. As she curled up behind him, her knees seemed to rest firmly against diapered bottom. For a moment, Sam found this odd. He wondered how Jess couldn't be the slightest bit nervous about being so close to his diaper. She must have known it would be wet by morning. But, thinking about it a little more, Sam figured his diapers were thick enough to contain anything that might happen. After all, he couldn't remember ever having a leak in them. His wife's warm embrace was wonderful. He knew she'd never get this close before he started wearing diapers. "I'm sorry you had a rough day today, sweetie. But you're gonna be okay. I'm here for you. I love you." she whispered. "I love you too." said Sam. He drifted off to sleep as his wife stroked his hair. The next morning when Sam awoke, Jess was nowhere to be found. He rolled over in bed and yawned. It was another lazy Saturday. Sam waddled into the kitchen in his sagging diaper. Jess stood there, wearing jeans and a nice white, button down shirt. She sipped a cup of coffee. "Hey, sleepy head." she said. "Hey... uh, I was gonna take a shower real quick." said Sam. "Sure. Here, I'll get you untaped." she said, standing up and taking Sam by the hand. Sam had gotten used to most of Jess' routines regarding his diaper except the shower. He couldn't understand why he wasn't allowed to just untape his diaper and toss it out on his own. That didn't involve any special skills on his part. Still, he knew that he had given up any control over his diapers or diapering long ago. When he thought about it, Jess taking off his diaper was probably just a way to keep tabs on him. She wanted to be sure of every single second that he went without a diaper. Jess slid the used garment out from under him and disposed of it in his diaper genie. The feeling of the air between his legs was strange. Showering was one of the rare times Sam got to experience life without a diaper. He felt so naked. Turning on the warm water, Sam couldn't help but take his balls in his hand as he slid the slippery bar of soap over them. He knew Jess might not approve, but Sam usually touched himself while he was in the shower. Over the past few months, his genitals had become something inaccessible. Jess touched them several times a day and she couldn't pleasure him at any time she chose. But Sam only got ONE opportunity per day to touch them and he always enjoyed it.

Sam watched through his rearview mirror as Jess emerged from her vehicle. The rain had diminished to a slow drizzle by this point. But she came prepared wearing a long raincoat and a black baseball cap on her head. And something else... she carried a familiar blue backpack slung around her shoulder. Sam was certainly disappointed but... thinking about it, he knew he should have expected it. Asking for her to bring a change of pants wasn't exactly subtle. She must have known what happened... or at least assumed. He opened his door as Jess approached. "Are you okay, sweetie? I got here as quick as I could." she said, putting her hand on Sam's knee. Sam cringed, knowing full well that plenty of pee had dribbled down his pant legs during his accident. He knew they were probably still damp. "Yeah... uh, fine." he said. "Okay, well I just called a tow truck. They'll take your car to a shop near here but they won't be here for another 20 minutes." "Okay... thanks." said Sam. "Sure, come on, lets get you cleaned up." she said, taking his hand. Sam slowly climbed out of the car as Jess led him by the hand back to her vehicle. He knew what was coming but he felt way too tired, way to exhausted, way too drained to argue with her. She opened the back of the SUV. Sam saw she'd even laid out a towel for him in the back. Taking the hint, Sam used the bumper of the car to hoist himself up, ducking down as he climbed into the back and laid down. If nothing else, Sam figured he could stay inside - hidden from view. He laid there, limp and unresponsive as he felt Jess untying his shoes before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Sam only moved to lift his butt slightly after he felt Jess grab hold of his pants and the waistband of his damp underwear, slowly inching them down below his waist. It wasn't long before she was sliding them off his feet. Feeling a bit chilly, Sam just stared at the ceiling as he heard Jess unzipping his bag and pulling out his supplies. He sighed as he heard the familiar crinkling of a disposable diaper being unfolded. Being by the side of the road, Sam heard cars outside fly past them a few times. But he was too tired for them to make him nervous. He flinched a little feeling the cold baby wipes on his damp genitals but he knew Jess was just trying to make sure he felt clean and fresh. "Okay honey, help me with your legs here." said Jess as she grabbed hold of his ankles, lifting them up. Sam quickly took over. He was caught a little by surprise when he felt a baby wipe slide between his butt cheeks. It wasn't as if he'd had one of those kind of accidents today. But he supposed that it could only help him to feel cleaner. Jess then began shaking a generous amount of baby powder onto his butt. He felt her gentle caress as she rubbed it into his cheeks. Setting his bare butt down on the padding of a clean diaper was a relief. He began to get aroused as Jess rubbed a little powder into his balls. Then, in one swift motion, she pulled the diaper up, closing it and pulling the tapes into place. This swift motion was a change from the slow pace which had followed most of the diaper change but he knew Jess just wanted to finish the change before he got too 'excited'. Sam laid there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his swelling erection inside his soft, thick diaper. He sat up has he felt Jess slipping a pair of sweatpants around his ankles and sliding them up his knees. "I got it, I got it." said Sam, grabbing the waistband of the sweatpants and pulling them the rest of the way up. Sitting up, now grateful just to have a dry pair of pants on, Sam thought about the feeling between his legs. A diaper wasn't exactly his first choice but it was a million times better than being cold and wet. When he thought about it, the fresh clean feeling was actually pretty perfect. Putting his shoes back on he got out of the back and walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle, climbing in. "Got everything?" asked Jess. "Uh... yeah." said Sam absent mindedly. He was clean, dry, protected and sitting in a car with the woman he loved. What else did he need? It took Sam a few seconds to realize what Jess was asking. "Wait... uh, actually, I do have a box of work stuff in my car." said Sam. "I'll get it, honey, you wait here." said Jess, opening her door and hopping out of the vehicle. Sam didn't want to put Jess through anymore trouble but he was too slow to get out. Before he could even think about it, she was taking the box out of the car and walking back to her vehicle. Sam just shrugged his shoulders. Reclining his seat a little, he just buckled his seatbelt and relaxed. Jess placed his box in the back seat before climbing back in. Sliding the keys into the ignition and starting the car, they were off. Sam said nothing, just staring at their bright headlights as they glistened off the wet pavement. Finally, Jess broke the silence. "So, what happened tonight, sweetie?" she asked. "I just... ran something over. Popped my tire." said Sam. "No... I just meant... did you have an accident while you were at work today?" she asked. "Um, yeah, before I left. I mean, I don't think anyone saw me. I don't really wanna talk about it right now." "Okay, sweetie, I understand. You don't have to talk about it. I know you've had a long day. You're safe now and thats all that matters." she said, putting her hand on his knee. "Thanks." he said. Telling him he was 'safe' sounded a little condescending to Sam but it was genuine and heartfelt. Condescending or not, Jess was right. He did feel safe. For the first time all day he was starting to relax and wind down. He must have had an awful lot of coffee because he felt as if his bladder still wasn't totally empty yet. Too tired to hold it all the way home, Sam just let go. After all, he figured there was no point in wearing a diaper if he was to be wiggling and crossing his legs in discomfort all the way home. Sam knew that trying desperately to reach the bathroom and using his diaper instead made him feel like a baby. But, oddly enough, there was something kind of empowering about choosing to use his diaper. As long as it was his choice, it didn't bother him. The soothing feeling of the warmth in his swelling diaper felt great after a long day. And he knew it was too dark out for Jess to even really notice the expression on his face. Sam yawned a little. As they pulled into the parking lot of their apartment, Sam was glad they were finally home.

Sam was feeling better but he knew Jess wouldn't arrive for at least 15 minutes. In the meantime, all he could do was sit and wait... hunched over in his car, listening to the steady tapping of raindrops on the windshield and watching for the occasional flash of lightning on the horizon. Sam tried to reassure himself that what had just happened was far from being a 'public' accident really - no one, including the receptionist, probably had any clue what had happened. Still, Sam couldn't believe what had just happened to him. He couldn't help but think back to a day during his freshman year of High School. It was a day that he would never forget... but had tried so hard not to think about these past few months. Sam remembered it like it was yesterday. He sat down in his classroom, somewhere near the last row, in the very back. As the bell rang, the rest of the kids took their seats. He hadn't found the time to run to the bathroom between classes. It was all he could do to sit in his cool metal chair, squirming a little in his t shirt and baggy jeans. He was wearing underwear that day too. In fact, despite still being a bed wetter, he wore underwear to school every day. Despite his weak bladder and at least several embarrassing accidents since he was officially potty trained, he'd only had one accident in school before. That was second grade. His last actual daytime accident had been over a year ago when he was 13 and it hadn't been in school. He had started his first few months in High School with a strange sort of confidence. It was that feeling of confidence that was the hardest part of the story to recall. Sometimes Sam wondered if he ever fully regained it after that fateful day. A few minutes into class, Sam raised his hand. "Can I use the bathroom?" asked Sam. "Its may I use the bathroom, Sam. Not right now, we're in the middle of a lesson." said his teacher. Her name was Miss Kasey: a blonde woman in her 30's not known for her easy going attitude or gentle temperament. Sam had to admit to himself that he'd had a few close calls since 2nd grade. But he always made it to the bathroom in the end despite a few abrasive teachers who showed no interest in giving him a hall pass. But this day was different. He'd drank an ice tea in his last class that had finally caught up to him. It wasn't as if he could ask to use the bathroom a second time because he knew full well what the answer would be. Sam sat in an awkward position in his chair, hunched over with his legs crossed. A red haired girl sitting next to him glanced over at him once or twice during the lesson but nothing more than a glance. Squirming in his seat, still several minutes away from the end of class, Sam raised his hand again in desperation. "If its about the bathroom again Sam, you can wait 20 minutes until class it out." said Miss Karst, refusing to consider his question a second time. As his situation hit a critical point, Sam began to realize what was about to happen. Try as he might to cross his legs, his warm pee quickly began soaking through his briefs and trickling into his jeans in a steady flow that he couldn't stop. This just made him squirm even more. The teen girl next to him glanced at him again with a look of disgust before rolling her eyes. Sam couldn't be sure if she knew what he'd done or not. The hard plastic desk in front of him shielded any view of his soaked blue jeans, but it wouldn't be long before the bell would ring again. He would have to make a quick escape. He was quickly starting to feel overwhelmed. Maybe holding his backpack in front of him, strange as it might seem, would keep people from knowing what he did. The only problem was that his backpack was now behind his chair and he'd have to turn around to get it. He'd have to move quick. As the bell rang, Sam quickly stood up, turning behind him to grab his backpack. His heart sank when he heard the voice of the young girl next to him. "You gotta be kidding me. Did you seriously just pee in your pants?" she asked, declaring it in a voice that must have been audible to half the room. "No... I uh, it was just..." Sam stuttered as he sat his backpack down on the desk. He made a fairly obvious effort to stand behind it, using it to block the large wet spot on the front of his jeans. But the damage was done. The girl next to him had seen exactly what he'd been trying to hide. "What happened, Jenn?" asked a guy's voice. "This kid here just wet his pants!" she said. "Sam pissed himself? Ah man, thats gross." Pushing past the sea of standing teenagers, Sam moved to the door of the classroom as quickly as he knew how, before anyone else could catch a glimpse of his wet pants. Just as he was about to walk out the door, he felt a hand grab him by the arm. It was Miss Karst. "I saw what you did and I don't think its funny at all." she said. Sam was helpless to leave as student after student walked past him on their way out of class. Some of them were smiling while others seemed to look down on him like he was the most pathetic sight they'd ever seen. Some of them just stared, wide eyed, knowing that being in trouble with Miss Karst was indeed a terrible fate. "I'm sure you think you're real clever. You'll probably tell your friends it was my fault for not letting you out. Well you're not walking around like that for the rest of the day. Why don't you go to the front office. I'll call your parents and let them know what you did." she said. Sam held his backpack in front of him as he walked through the halls, but from the looks of most of the other kids he passed in the hallway, they knew what he did. Word travels fast in a High School. Especially if its something embarrassing. As Sam sat in the school's main office, he could only imagine what his mom was going to say, getting called at work during the middle of the day. He was a bit surprised when his aunt walked in. A woman in her 40s with short brown hair, she was well aware of her nephew's bedwetting. While they were at her house during Christmas, she even double checked to make sure Sam was wearing his pull ups, to ensure the couch stayed dry. "I talked to your mom. I told her what happened. She's still at work so she asked me to come and pick you up. Come on, I'm gonna take you home." she said. Sam followed her out the front door without saying a word. He'd hoped that someone would have brought him some clean clothes. But he just walked out into the cool spring air, still wearing his damp, wet jeans along with his even wetter underwear underneath. He sat down on the passenger seat of his aunt's car. She'd been thoughtful enough to lay out several beach towels. If nothing else, his aunt knew about his bladder problems and seemed slightly more forgiving than his teacher had been... although still not happy. "Sam, you are way too old to still be doing this. You're a High School student this year. It was one thing when you were 8 years old but by now you should know better. Nighttime accidents are one thing. But when you're awake, you can't always wait until the last minute to use the toilet." Sam listened but still said nothing. As they pulled into the driveway of his house, Sam climbed out of the car and slowly walked inside. His aunt came in the door behind him. "Now I want you to go straight to the laundry room and take off your pee soaked pants and underwear, then meet me in your room. Your mom said to put you in your pull ups until she gets home." "But... those are only for night." pleaded Sam. "Well you're gonna be wearing them for the rest of the day today. But that doesn't mean I'm giving you permission to just use your pull ups. The toilet is there and you need to be using it." Sam did as he was told, walking back to his room in only his t shirt - the front of which was still slightly damp. Sure enough, he found his aunt kneeling on the floor, sliding a clean pull up from its plastic package and slowly unfolding it, holding it open. Sam was still short for his age and very skinny. It would still be about a year until his growth spurt his and the childish looking packages of pull ups his mom bought still fit him, although they leaked occasionally. Sam reluctantly stepped into it as he felt her sliding it up his hips. He hadn't worn pull ups during the day since he was 5 years old. And even though he wore them every night, his mom usually let him put them on himself. "Your mom will be home in a few hours. And if you want to be able to show her a dry pull up when she gets here, I suggest you use the potty." Sam laid face down on his bed. In the end, he would only wear his pull up for the rest of the day. His mom turned out to be more understanding than his aunt. He never wore pull ups during the day again after that. A year or two later, he'd outgrown them, although his wetting never really stopped. Plastic sheets and wet beds were part of his life all the way until he met Jess. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he saw a pair of headlight behind him. Squinting to see through his rearview mirror, he saw that the vehicle belonged to Jess. He had never been so happy to see his wife's SUV.

Hey everyone. I appreciate the compliments and comments on my story. I hope the last few chapters haven't been too boring for anyone. There's a bit of a lull as the story enters its final act but I assure everyone that, while diapers might not be front and center in this particular chapter, its well worth reading. And more regular updates are on the way soon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sam tried to treat his last day at the office like any other day but the new reality of working at home was quickly setting in as coworkers congratulated him on how lucky he was. Sam never really liked coming into the office: the morning commute, being asked to work long hours, coming home groggy. He was glad to leave all of it behind. In his mind, he was fairly confident he was making the right decision. But today, the reality felt bittersweet at best. Standing at a bathroom urinal, he couldn't help but stare down at the white waistband of his boxer-briefs. He sighed, glancing at the faint yellow stain on the front of his underwear, no doubt from a time ages ago when he'd wet the bed. As he zipped up his pants and began washing his hands, he tried to reassure himself that today would not be the last day he wore underwear... and that his underwear, along with all his other clothes, would still be in his dresser at home on monday morning. Sam couldn't blame Jess for making him wear diapers. He wet his bed every night and he knew his bladder was far from being the strongest muscle in his body. And yes, not all of his accidents were confined to times after the sun went down. Still, despite a few close calls, he'd never had an accident work. He figured that was something to be proud of. Sam glanced out the window near his cubicle every now and then at the raindrops pouring down the pane of glass. The day itself almost seemed as if it was reminding him of his own inability to hold liquid in his bladder. The day had been filled with the faint pitter patter of rain on the roof of his office building and the occasional rumbling of distant thunder. He packed up a few items from his desk and put them in a box. He took the small picture of Jess of his desk and stashed it away in his box. The photo only served as a reminder of their conversation about 'pull ups', still fresh in Sam's mind. It wasn't that he was still mad at her exactly... but the conversation itself had upset him. He just didn't want to think about it. As night fell, Sam began finishing a few last, small tasks that would be easier for him at the office. Sam procrastinated about going home. If this really was his last day in underwear, he was going to do things on his own terms. Most of his nights at the office in the past were late ones, so he figured tonight shouldn't be any different. Sam didn't like his job exactly but it was always a sure way to take his mind off anything that was bothering him. And, as often happened to Sam, he got caught up in the task at hand - ignoring the faint sensation of needing to go pee. Finally, he realized it was time to wrap things up at the office. He had stayed late enough. He also wanted to stop by his boss' office before he left to pick up his laptop, the key to him working at home. As Sam stood up, the urge to pee seemed to increase a little. But Sam was nervous his boss might be leaving soon and he knew he could hold his urine long enough to pick up a laptop. As bad luck would have it, Sam's boss was unusually friendly tonight and actually chatted with Sam a little. Holding a small cardboard box with his laptop and a few other small items, Sam could only smile and nod along politely. He thanked his boss profusely for the opportunity to work from home and tried to act as charming as he knew how, all the while trying not to make it seem obvious that he was crossing his legs. Sam told himself that he could wait another minute or two but, eventually, he was resolved to play it safe. He could make up some excuse about getting home to his wife. After what seemed like an eternity, Sam's boss shook his hand and wished him well. Sam walked at an awkward but fairly brisk pace towards the corner bathroom. "Closed for Cleaning" read a sign on the door. "You gotta be kidding me." Sam said aloud to himself. Sam quickly turned to head downstairs to the lobby of his office. He knew there must be bathrooms down there. He contemplated sprinting down the stairs but with the box he was carrying and his bladder in the fragile state that it was, Sam opted to use the elevator. Pushing the button impatiently several times, Sam could only stand there and wait. After squirming a little and keeping his legs crossed for nearly a whole minute, the elevator's chrome doors finally slid open. Sam immediately stepped in and hit the button for the first floor. The elevator began descending. Sam flinched a little when the elevator came to an abrupt halt on the ground floor but he was confident his underwear was still dry. Emerging from the elevator, Sam quickly looked right, then left. He wasn't sure where the bathrooms were. He didn't work on this floor. Wasting no time being polite, Sam ran up to a receptionist near the front door. "Where are the bathrooms on this level?" he asked, or rather demanded. "Excuse me?" asked the woman, probably confused by Sam's urgent murmur. "Where are the bathrooms?" Sam whined. The woman stood up and pointed. "Go down the hallway for accounts receivable, turn left, and the bathrooms are at the end of that hall." she said. Sam wasted no time practically running down the hall. Apart from the receptionist, the bottom level seemed almost deserted. Sam was convinced almost everyone had gone home for the evening so he wasn't worried about drawing any attention to himself. He almost didn't care if anyone else knew if he made it to the bathroom. THIS TIME, he wanted to make it for himself. As Sam reached the corner where he needed to turn, he felt a tiny drop of pee escape into his underwear. But it was far from a full blown accident. He was so close. As he rounded the corner, he tripped, spilling the papers and items inside his cardboard box onto the floor. Warm pee instantly flooded into his underwear, trickling over his thighs and soaking through to his pants. Sam tried crossing his legs but it did no good. "No... no... no..." Sam said to himself as he squirmed on the floor helplessly, feeling the flood of pee wash over his legs and pants. Finally, he was finished. "Are you okay?" said a voice behind him. Sam glanced back. It was the receptionist. She must have heard him dropping his box. "Oh... yeah, yeah, fine." said Sam, frantically trying to pick up the items on the floor and put them back in his box. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yeah, fine." said Sam, quickly shoveling the rest of his stuff into the box. He quickly stood up, using the front of the box to block most of the dark patch on the front of his pants. He frantically pushed past the woman and proceeded down the hallway... walking briskly at first before his pace turned into a full fledged run. He slowed down only to push open the front door of the building. He didn't look back. He didn't care if the woman at the front desk thought he was weird. He sprinted in the rain toward his car. Pressing the button on his keys to open the door, he tossed everything in his passenger seat and started up the vehicle. He didn't care if his urine soaked pants were touching the seat. He tired, out of breath, broken, and just wanted to go home. Tears in his eyes, he took a deep breath before pulling out of his parking space and driving out onto the road. Even with his windshield wipers, he couldn't really see much. The pouring rain seemed to wash over the window quicker than his windshield wipers could whisk it away. Luckily, there weren't many people on the road at this hour. The dampness of the urine on his pants now felt only lukewarm and was starting to get uncomfortable. The feeling of wet pants was one that Sam knew... but hadn't experienced in several months. It wasn't anything like a wet diaper. It didn't hold in the warmth. It didn't draw away the moisture. It was just damp, cold, and wet. BANG! A loud popping sound startled Sam. He looked around the road seeing no other cars. His car slowly began pulling to one side of the road. Sam pulled off to the side and stopped his car. Cracking the door, he glanced out at his back tire. It was totally flat. Sam groaned. 'Could this night get any worse?' he wondered. He closed his car door and rested his head on the steering wheel. He felt his eyes tearing up again. He was overwhelmed. He felt so helpless. After sniffling a little, he took a deep breath regaining his composure a little. He picked up his phone and dialed the only number he could think of at the moment... JESS. He heard the ringing on the other line. He waited in suspense... terrified she might not answer. "Hey honey." a voice on the phone said cheerfully. "Jess. Its me. Listen... my damn car... I got a flat tire. It pouring out here. Look, I need you to come out here and pick me up. I'm on Meadow Street." said Sam "Oh, wow, sure. Of course. Are you alright, sweetie?" asked Jess. He sighed. "Yeah.... yeah... I'm okay. Its just... my car. My tire is flat. Make sure you get a number for the tow truck. "Of course, hun. You got it. I'm leaving right now. I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?" "Okay... thanks. Oh hey, one more thing." said Sam. "What is it honey?" "Could you um, bring me... uh... an extra pair of pants?" asked Sam. There was a hesitation on the other line. For a moment, just silence. Sam bit his lip. "Yeah... sure, sweetie. Okay, I'm leaving now. Sit tight, okay?" "Okay... bye." said Sam. Sam sighed as he sat down his cell phone, staring at the continued deluge of rain outside his car. He instantly regretted asked Jess for a new pair of pants. But it wasn't as if he actually ADMITTED to having an accident. He just asked for a new pair of pants. It was pouring rain outside. There were plenty of ways his clothes could have gotten wet. Either way, just hearing his wife's voice made him feel better. Just knowing that she was on her way instantly calmed him. He took a deep breath. He would only have to endure his cool damp pants for another few minutes. Soon he'd have dry pants. He almost wished he'd asked for new underwear... but that would have made it all too obvious that he'd had an accident. It was dark out, pouring rain. So Jess would probably be none the wiser.

Sam pulled his shirt down slightly, now self conscious about his diaper - which must have been at least a little more swollen than it was when he'd last sat down. But no one seemed to be looking at him. Both Shelby and Jordan stood over the sink running water over the dishes. "Can I help you guys with any of that?" asked Jess. "No, you're fine, Jess. You guys sit down, make yourselves comfortable." said Shelby. With that, that two of them walked into the living room. Jess took Sam's hand in hers as they sat down on the couch. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down. As his butt came to rest under the thick padding he was wearing, he realized that his diaper wasn't nearly as wet as he thought it was. Feeling more confident, he released another long squirt of pee into his warm diaper. "You feeling okay, sweetie?" asked Jess, stroking Sam's hair a little. "Uh... yeah." said Sam, a tad nervous that Jess knew what he'd done. Even though they were no longer eating dinner, Sam hadn't thought to ask for the bathroom. Mostly because he didn't want to go through the hassle of getting his diaper taken off just to go pee. He'd had a long day, and it was easier to just use his diaper. "Hey... I know you were embarrassed earlier but I think you handled it really well. And I've met Jordan before. She's really cool. One little messy diaper isn't gonna make her think less of you." said Jess. "Thanks." said Sam with a shy smile. Jess smiled back at him before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sam blushed. After a minute or so, Jordan and Shelby walked into the living room and sat down. "Okay, so Jordan has a question for Sam." said Shelby, sitting down on the adjacent couch. "No... uh, really Shel, its not a big deal." said Jordan awkwardly. "Oh come on, don't be shy. Jess and I know alot about that subject but we don't exactly have the firsthand experience that Sam does." said Shelby. Jordan bit her lip slightly. "Okay, well, I guess I was just wondering if those... what you wear are comfortable. I mean, its gotta be like having a couch cushion between your legs, right?" Sam wasn't sure what to say. He blushed and smiled ever so slightly. He wasn't exactly sure why the question struck him as funny. "Well, not exactly. Its more like sitting on a pillow sort of. They're actually pretty comfortable. I mean, its different from underwear but its comfortable." said Sam. "Didn't you once tell me you thought they were more comfortable than underwear?" said Jess. Sam hesitated for a moment. He had hoped Jess would keep that between them. He didn't want to admit that he liked anything about wearing diapers. "I don't know. Yeah, they're comfortable I guess." said Sam. "Even if they are like... wet?" asked Jordan. Sam really started to feel paranoid now that Jordan knew that his diaper was wet. "Oh, well.... uh..." "Jordan, disposable diapers are designed to pull moisture away from the skin. So even if Sam knows when he needs a change, he probably doesn't feel wet really." explained Shelby. "Yeah, I mean they're not that bad I guess. I usually don't wear wet ones for that long, you know." said Sam. "He's used to wet diapers at this point. They don't bother him." said Jess, looking into Sam's eyes with a smile. Sam averted his gaze, staring at the floor, blushing. He knew exactly what Jess meant. He was just grateful that she hadn't mentioned they turned him on. "Well, what about times like tonight when you mess yourself. That can't be comfortable." said Jordan. "Okay... we're getting a little personal here. I think we could all use another glass wine." said Jess, interjecting. They all nodded in agreement. Sam was glad Jess interjected when she did, saving him from the awkward conversation. "Agreed. Although I think Jordan's had more than enough." said Shelby with a slight smile. "Well, I'm more of a beer girl really. Marines are known for drinking a bit more than we should sometimes. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Sam." she said with a smile. "Its okay." he said shyly. "Sam, why don't you go grab the bottle, its in the kitchen." said Shelby. "Well... uh... Jess is closer." he said turning towards his wife. "Why don't you get. Jess was nice enough to run back out and buy it for us. Let her relax. Be a gentlemen." said Shelby. Sam was really nervous about getting up but he worried that any further discussion might draw too much attention to him. Despite the fact that his diaper was definitely wetter than it had been when he first sat down, he slowly got up from the couch, pulling his t shirt down to hide the garment as best he could. As he walked into the kitchen, he couldn't escape the paranoid feeling that everyone in the room was looking at him. He grabbed the bottle of wine from the kitchen table and moved to return to the living room. Sam awkwardly turned to slide his way between the couch and the coffee table. To get back to Jess, he had to walk past both Shelby and Jordan, knowing his now sagging diaper would be right at eye level for both women. Seeing Sam's awkward maneuvering, Shelby held out her hand. "I'll take that." she said, taking the bottle of wine from Sam and setting it down on the table. As Sam turned to walk back towards Jess, he felt a tug on his shirt. "Wait, hold up just a second." said Shelby, who had grabbed hold of the bottom of Sam's t shirt and was lifting it up to reveal his diaper. "I think now is as good a time as any for a diaper check. These leather couches are knew you know... wouldn't want anything to happen on them." said Shelby as she slid two fingers into the leg band of Sam's diaper. Sam just stood there, helpless to do anything about it. He wished Jess had been the one to check him. He felt so awkward standing in front of Jordan and Shelby as the check took place. "Yeah... I thought you were waddling a little funny. Jess, he's feeling pretty damp." said Shelby. "Oh is he?" asked Jess, leaning in to get a better look. "Would you mind if I changed him? I mean I think we're better safe than sorry here." said Shelby. "Its okay Shel, I got him." said Jess. "Are you sure. You just changed a really messy diaper." "Yeah, so a wet one won't be a big deal." smiled Jess. "Well, at least let us give you a hand. Its the least we can do." said Shelby. Sam sighed as Shelby finally released his t shirt from her grasp. "We can just change him out here if thats easier." said Shelby setting down the folded towels on the living room floor. "That works." said Jess, kneeling down and unzipping the diaper bag. "Come on, sweetie, you know the drill." said Jess, patting the towels on the floor. Sam wasn't thrilled at the lack of privacy but he was happy that Jess was going to be the one to change him. Shelby knelt down beside her while Jordan just sort of hovered over them, sipping her glass of wine. Jess began untaping Sam, pulling the diaper back. "Could you hand me those wipes, Shel?" she said. "Sure." she said. Shelby handed the wipes to Jess before handing a clean diaper to Jordan. "Whats this for?" asked Jordan. "Unfold it, get it ready." said Shelby. With a sigh, Jordan began unfolding the new disposable diaper. Sam grabbed his knees as Jess slid his soggy diaper out from under him. The sight of Sam in only his diaper and t shirt over the course of the night had desensitized Jordan to the strange sight of a grown up in such a condition. She now leaned in with a look of curiosity as she observed the whole process. "Can he... I mean does he know how to change himself?" asked Jordan, hovering over the two women. "Well... yeah, I mean he can but its difficult for him to get these tapes right when he laying down so a while ago I just told Sam not to worry about it." said Jess taking the clean diaper from Jordan's hands. "You see Jordan, taping his diaper up just right is what makes it fit. And the fit is important not just so Sam can be comfortable but also so he doesn't leak. If its too loose, Sam will leak everywhere when he wets and... its just not worth the risk." said Shelby. With a sprinkle of powder, Sam sat his butt down on the clean diaper. He could only be grateful that he'd been too embarrassed this whole time to get excited. Jess pulled it up, covering his genitals. "Going back to wearing diapers hasn't been an easy transition for Sam so, a few months ago, we just decided it would be a whole lot less stressful for everyone if someone else took responsibility for Sam's diapers. This way, he doesn't have to worry about leaks. Besides, Shelby and I have changed a lot more adult diapers at the hospital so we've got it down pat." said Jess as she smoothed out the last tapes on Sam's diaper. Sam slowly got up as Jess zipped up his diaper bag. Shelby stood and at patted Sam's diapered butt. "Its good to give him a nice firm pat once he's all diapered up just to make sure its not too tight. And if Sam has to go poopy again tonight, he'll have enough room." said Shelby with a smile. Sam glared at her as she walked out of the room with his old, folded up wet diaper in hand. "I think Shelby just knows what a cute butt my husband has." said Jess playfully grabbing Sam's diapered rear as she slung his diaper bag over her shoulder. Sam smiled back shyly at his wife. "Well, its getting late. We both have work tomorrow, Shel." said Jess. "You sure you guys don't want to stay a little bit longer?" asked Shelby. "No we better not." said Jess holding open Sam's sweat pants. Sam stepped into them as she pulled them up around his waist. Sam figured at least he'd have some privacy for the walk to the front door. "Thanks again for cooking for us, Shelby." she said, hugging her friend. "It was nice meeting you." said Sam to Jordan. With that, they left the apartment. As Sam climbed into the passenger seat of their car, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He wondered whether he should tell Jess about his opportunity to work at home. He really liked the idea of the luxury of working from home but he knew what it probably meant - he'd be diapered practically 24/7. He felt as if he was back in high school and he had a report card for his parents to sign. The more he put it off... the worse he felt. If he said nothing, and let the opportunity pass, he could continue to go to work each day as if nothing had changed. But, being honest with himself, Sam knew that he wasn't altogether comfortable wearing underwear anymore. Each time he got stuck in traffic on the way to work, each time there was a line at the mens room, each time he began the long walk to the other side of his office.... each time he felt a little scared. He would never be able to live down an accident in front of his entire office. It wasn't until he returned home each night, and felt the soft embrace of his disposable diaper, that he finally relaxed and calmed down. He hated to admit it... but even wearing diapers during the day was something that was starting to appeal to Sam. He stared out at the dark road, illuminated by their car's headlights. "You're awfully quiet tonight, sweetie. You sure you're okay?" asked Jess. "Oh, uh, yeah I'm fine." said Sam. "I know you were probably a little embarrassed. The fact that Jordan knew you pooped in your pants probably wasn't easy to deal with. But she's been to Afghanistan. I highly doubt a messy diaper bothered her that much. The fact that you mess yourself every now and then doesn't change the fact that you're an awesome person. I think Jordan knows that. And sweetie, I know you might not want to hear this, but its much better for it to happen when you're protected. Thats why its always better for you to wear a diaper than risk it." "I know, I know. Its not that..." "Whats not, honey?" Sam sighed. "We had a meeting at work today..." Sam began. "Oh, honey, are you okay?" asked Jess in a concerned tone of voice. "Yeah, no, I'm fine. Its good actually. I mean, I think its good. They... offered some of us a chance to work from home starting at the end of the week." "Sam, honey, thats fantastic! I'm so proud of you!" said Jess, congratulating him. "Thanks." he said. "Well, is this what you want?" asked Jess. "Well... yeah it is. It just..." "What is it, sweetie?" "Am I gonna have to wear diapers all day now?" asked Sam, feeling so childish as he voiced the question aloud. He felt like his entire tone of voice had been too whiney... like a child pleading for a different answer than the one he knew was so certain. "Well, honey, you know I'll want you to be protected but... I'll be at work during the day." said Jess. "So... what does that mean for me?" asked Sam. Jess hesitated for a moment. A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. For a moment, he thought Jess might actually allow him to wear underwear during the day. But even that alternative scared him a little. It had been so long since he'd worn underwear at home. "Well... we can figure it out, sweetie. Tell you what, this next week or so is gonna be kind of busy for me but eventually I can go to the medical supply store and we can see about ordering some kind of pull ups for you. In the meantime, I could probably change you during my lunch break or call Shelby." "Pull ups?" asked Sam. "Yeah, just a pull on kind of disposables. Like the pull ups that toddlers wear. It would provide some kind of protection but you'd still be able to use the potty if you had to." "Well why didn't we just do that all along?" asked Sam, feeling a tad resentful. "Because you've always been a really, really heavy wetter and the diapers you wear are the most absorbent we could find. Besides, we got them for you because you're a bed wetter, remember? And if you don't get up to use the bathroom at night, you don't need to be able to take your diapers off. To be honest Sam, even now, you hardly ever use the potty. I'm not beating you up about it. I'm just saying that you use your diapers more often then not." "Well... its not like anything would happen at home. I mean, I'd be right next to the bathroom. I could even wear underwear." said Sam, now a bit eager to defend himself. It sounded as if Jess was talking about him like he was a 2 year old.... a 2 year old who wasn't quite ready for potty training. "Yeah I know the bathroom is right there, honey. And thats why I'd be open to compromising and letting you wear pull ups during the day. But to be honest, even that makes me a little uncomfortable because I know you've probably gotten used to using your diapers most of the time. And lets not forget the time you fell asleep on the couch. Do you remember? Before you started wearing diapers, you were hung over and you fell asleep on the couch and soaked your pants? You were close to a bathroom then too." Sam said nothing. He had forgotten about the incident until just now. He just stared at the floor of the car. He hadn't considered that he was now at a point where he used diapers more than the toilet. He'd been so unconcerned with the state of everything that he hadn't realized that going back to underwear during the day wasn't much of an option. But he knew, deep down, Jess was right. She reached over and put her hand on his knee. "I didn't mean to upset you, honey. Its just... worrying about the bedding and the furniture like that... it was really stressful for me. And I'm not going back to that. Look honey, pull ups aren't so bad. You can still use the potty if you have to go. And, in the meantime, you have your diapers. I know you get self conscious sometimes but I also know that wearing diapers probably isn't as bad as you thought it would be in the beginning. You're not mad at me, are you?" "No I guess not." said Sam. It wasn't entirely true. But luckily it was dark in the car and Jess couldn't see the pouting expression on his face. He knew Jess made a valid point. And the idea of wearing 'pull ups' actually wasn't so bad. In truth, he had expected his wife to just put him in diapers the whole time. So her 'compromise' was actually pretty moderate on her part. Sam figured that he was probably just stressed and tired from a long day at work. As the two of them entered their apartment, Sam couldn't help but yawn. The wine had made him sleepy and he was ready for bed. They both entered the bedroom groggy. Sam had to pee a little and he contemplated asking Jess to untape him. Usually he'd just use his diaper but their conversation had given Sam the desire to 'prove' that he still knew how to use the toilet. Of course, even that would be a bit embarrassing for Sam as he knew his wife would probably insist on making him raise the toilet seat beforehand and inspecting the bathroom when he was done. As Sam stepped out of his sweat pants he stared at his wife as she unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them down to reveal a pair of light blue briefs. She stood there in only her underwear and a black tank top. She looked beautiful as she took her hair down out of the pony tail it was in. Still... the sight of her underwear was bitter sweet in a way. Sometimes the sight of Jess in her underwear was just another reminder to Sam that he wore diapers... that HIS underwear was special - designed not for style or comfort... but to protect him from himself. Her underwear meant that she could use the bathroom anytime... his underwear was his bathroom most of the time. The sight of Jess in her current outfit just served as a reminder to Sam that, come next week, he wouldn't be wearing real underwear anymore. She walked up to Sam and put her hands on his diapered hips. "I'm proud of you, honey. I really am. I know you work hard to put food on our table and I appreciate it. Maybe if you work at home, I can be your sexy secretary." Sam smiled a little. "There's that smile I was looking for. You gonna be okay?" she asked. "Yeah, just tired I guess. Its been a long day and I- " said Sam. As he said this, he noticed the feeling of his wife's hands below his waist. She slid two fingers into the leg band of his diaper. Sam felt a little annoyed that Jess was checking his diaper while he was in the middle of talking... but at least he was still dry. "You ready to go to bed?" she asked. Sam nodded. He walked hand in hand with Jess until they reached the bed. Sam climbed into bed but remained sitting for a moment as he started peeing in his diaper. He was careful to keep an eye on Jess who was preoccupied with pulling back the covers and making herself comfortable. His stream got so strong that, for a moment, he wondered if he was going to flood himself as the warm pee trickled over his balls. But it was all quickly absorbed into his swelling garment. He then rolled over in bed, facing away from Jess. As Sam felt his warm, swollen diaper between his legs, he couldn't be sure why he'd just done what he did. It wasn't that he was mad at Jess. He just didn't want to ask her to untape him. Their conversation was still fresh in his mind and he didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to enjoy the comforting warmth of a wet diaper. There was something truly calming about it. He gently massaged the front of his swollen diaper a little. He knew he couldn't get any real satisfaction without Jess getting involved - and that he couldn't even massage himself too much without Jess knowing what he was doing. He didn't want her to know about it. As far as she was concerned, he kept his diaper dry on the ride home and he was keeping his hands to himself and that was good enough. He didn't want to look at Jess or think about what she'd just said to him. Again, it wasn't like she'd said anything offensive. She was just stating facts. He just didn't want to think about it. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts and enjoy the sensual feeling of his wet diaper without any intrusion from Jess. Even though she was right next to him in bed, he closed his eyes and tried to enjoy a 'private' moment as he drifted off to sleep.

Thanks so much for reposting that last chapter! That helps me out a lot. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "He doesn't... like messing himself does he?" asked Jordan hesitantly looking down at Sam. "No, I wouldn't say that. He's a boy so gross things don't bother him. I think he's just used to it. Jess says he touches himself sometimes but, like I said, he's a boy. No big surprise there." said Shelby. "So is this all... pretty common for Sam?" asked Jordan. Sam was feeling too shy to say anything. He couldn't quite make out the look on Jordan's face as she glanced down at him. It was a look of detachment with a hint of disgust. The two women just continued to talk about him as if he wasn't even there. "Well... Jess diapers him a lot during the day so, yeah, he has plenty of accidents but, as far as dirty diapers go... well... I wouldn't say a lot but it does happen from time to time. This won't be the first poopy diaper I've changed Sam out out of." said Shelby kneeling down. Sam couldn't help but glance at the near invisible outline of her sheer panties underneath her summer dress. She opened the package and pulled two wipes out in her hands. "Okay, so I'll do all the dirty work here. I'll just need you to hand me that new diaper once we get him cleaned up here." Just then, a loud knocking started coming from the front door. "Oh, thats probably Jess. Jordan, keep an eye on Sam, make sure he doesn't touch himself." said Shelby getting up. Sam heard the front door open up and the sound of the two woman talking. He glanced up at Jordan for only a brief moment, still unable to decipher the look on her face. She wrinkled her nose at him a bit but said nothing. Sam figured it was probably the smell. He was thrilled to hear Jess' voice in the other room. "No, no, you're sweet Shelby. I got it. I'll take care of him." he heard Jess say. He breathed a sigh of relief when Jess came out from around the corner into the hallway. "Thanks Jordan, I can take it from here." said Jess. "You sure? You need any help with anything?" she asked. "No, we'll be fine. Thanks though." said Jess with a friendly smile, kneeling down in front of Sam. "Okay well... see you guys in a bit." said Jordan, disappearing into the other room. Sam couldn't help himself. Ignoring the large load in his diaper, he sat up and hugged Jess tightly. She hugged him back, stroking his hair a little. With Sam sitting on the floor and Jess still kneeling, he could only rest his head on her shoulder. "Whoa, I've only been gone 10 minutes, honey." she said. "Seems like a lot longer to me." said Sam. "I'm sure... with a mess like that in your pants." "I'm just... glad to see you. I just... didn't want them to see me like this." said Sam. "Are you feeling okay?" asked Jess, pulling back a little and putting her hand on Sam's forehead. "Yeah... fine I guess." "Why didn't you tell me you had to use the potty?" asked Jess. "I uh... I tried to but... you were in such a hurry." "Well, yeah, I was in a hurry because we were late but I never heard you ask to use the potty." "I guess I didn't. I'm sorry." "Its okay, sweetie. At least you were protected." said Jess. "Yeah..." said Sam, feeling like he was more or less agreeing with her logic. "Okay, lets get you cleaned up now." said Jess, kissing him on the cheek and pushing him gently onto his back. Sam felt his slippery mess slide around even more as he laid back again. He knew this wasn't going to be a quick change. But he was glad Jess was the one doing it. It was worth the wait just to escape the embarrassment of getting his messy diaper changed by Shelby and some woman he'd never met before. As these thoughts flashed through Sam's mind, he felt his wife ripping open the tapes and pulling back his diaper. "Legs" she said. Sam grabbed his legs and felt the mess separate from his bare bottom as Jess wiped it away with the front panel of his diaper. Sam couldn't help but smile a little. The southing and tender caress of his wife's loving hands through the cool wipes was like nothing else. When Shelby changed him, he felt only a firm and quick swipe across his cheeks. But Jess was more gentle. Even with his eyes closed he'd know her touch. He was also smiling a little at the joy of getting clean after sitting in his own mess for longer than he would have liked. Before he knew it, Jess was powdering his bottom and slipping a clean diaper underneath him. As he set his butt down, Sam began to feel like there were few things as refreshing as a clean diaper under his butt after a change. It was still hard to admit there was anything he liked about diapers but there were certainly plenty of things he liked about feeling fresh, clean, and... protected. He looked up at Jess and she was smiling at him a little. Sam glanced down, noticing his giant erection. He must have enjoyed the change more than he thought. "Don't give me that look. We came here to have a nice dinner with Shelby and Jordan and thats what we're going to do." said Jess still smiling. She slipped the old, folded diaper into the small trash bag before standing up. "Now... I'm gonna find somewhere to throw this out. I think you and your little friend could stand to get some air and... calm down a bit. But I want you to keep those hands of yours at your side, okay? I'm trusting you here. This isn't exactly a private hallway. So relax, close your eyes, don't move, and I'll be back in just a sec, okay?" Sam nodded in agreement. "Your eyes aren't closed." said Jess still smiling at him. Sam closed his eyes. Jess walked away. He could hear Jess talking in the other room. "You get your boy all cleaned up?" Shelby asked. "Almost. Is there somewhere I can throw this out?" "Yeah, there's a dumpster just outside there. Hey, Jordan" "Yeah?" "I lied when I said you wouldn't have to do any dirty work. Can you run that out to the trash while Jess finishes up with Sam." "Oh, sure, no problem." Sam heard footsteps in the hallway again. He opened his eyes. It was Jess. "Okay" said Jess kneeling down and pulling Sam's diaper closed. "You're all set." she said smoothing out the tapes. Sam and Jess stood up. Sam reached for his sweat pants. "Wait, wait, wait. I'll take those." said Jess grabbing them out of his hands. "What?" asked Sam confused. "Come on, Sam. You remember Shelby's rules. Your not allowed to wear pants at her house, remember?" "Seriously?" "Yeah, seriously. She wants to be able to keep an eye on things down there. And I don't blame her. You did just mess your pants in her house." Sam sighed. "Come on. Lets go have a drink. I think we could both use one." said Jess taking his hand. Shelby walked out of the kitchen with some wine glasses in her hand and sat down next to Jordan on the couch. "Well, the food won't be ready for another 10 minutes or so. What do you say we open up that bottle you got us?" "Sure." said Jess smiling again. Popping the cork, she poured a tall glass and handed it to Sam before pouring the other glasses. The evening had been so hectic for Sam he almost chugged his glass but thought better of it after taking a big gulp. He sat down on the adjacent couch. He knew Shelby and Jordan had a clear view of his diapered crotch but he didn't care. The worst part of the evening was over... and Sam felt much better. Jess sat down next to him and took his hand again. Every day, Sam enjoyed holding his wife's hand more and more. Before long, the four of them walked into the kitchen and sat at the table for another one of Shelby's delicious meals. Sam was relieved to have his diaper concealed underneath the kitchen table and felt much less self conscious. He glanced at his wife and smiled from time to time, feeling her warm hand stroking his bare knee affectionately. Pouring himself another glass of wine, he released a small, warm squirt of pee into his diaper. He wasn't about to ask to use the bathroom in the middle of this great meal. Besides, he didn't pee that much and he knew Jess was finally relaxing a little. If anything, he knew using his diaper would probably be more convenient... for both of them. As dinner ended, Shelby collected everyone's plates and took them to the kitchen sink. As everyone slowly stood up and moved back towards the living room, Sam stood behind his chair, peeing in his diaper again. A stronger flow, probably brought on by all the wine, trickled into his garment before warming things up and being totally absorbed. Even now, Sam couldn't help but feel a little mischievous knowing he was peeing while other people were in the room. At this point, he had gotten pretty good at peeing without anyone noticing. He just had to make sure Jess wasn't looking at him. While he was confident he could probably fool Shelby now, Jess always seemed to notice that the expression on his face changed somehow... even though his 'potty face' had gotten more subtle.

I'm just trying to find the best diaper out there that has a plastic outer covering and find a way to get it to my home and pay for it in the most discreet possible way. Again, I'm sorry if this sounds like an obvious question but I know nothing about this stuff... so I thought I'd ask someone who did. Thank you for all the responses.

"Ummmmm...not to be critical here but you've been here for 130 posts and have yet to discover what premium diapers are available through mail order?" Yes, thats correct. "What were you doing since your DD join date of February 2010?" I've been writing stories and discussing stuff related to this fetish online, here, at DD. But, during that time, I've only worn some kind of mediocre brands of 'depends' from my local grocery store. I've never, in my entire life, purchased any kind of diaper online. Frankly, I haven't done this due to a kind of paranoid fear that I'll place an order for some disposable diapers and a giant package of them will end up on my doorstep - - - or even just a box labeled "adult diapers" - so I've never actually had the guts to make such a purchase. I know that fear isn't totally rational but, as far as PURCHASING diapers goes, yeah this is all very new to me - its not something I do a lot and its not something I've ever done over the internet. This whole fetish is still something I'm exploring and coming to terms with. Despite some posts asking rudimentary questions and sharing a fictional story or two, I've never really explored (or even done research on) purchasing diapers online. But I can say that the idea makes me a tad nervous because this is a part of my life thats very private. "Again...I know I sound like a douche....but have you been hiding under a rock?" Yeah, sometimes it feels as though I have. But I don't imagine I'm the only one on these boards that is very private and very shy about their particularly odd sexual fetish. I also don't think I'm the only one on these boards who wants to keep this private part of their life private either. I certainly appreciate the advise from everyone and I apologize if this is a really dumb or obvious question I'm asking here. But you guys gotta understand that even the idea of being unable to explain a box that says "medical supply store" on the side makes me a tad nervous.

Hey everyone, I'm kind of new to all this. I've bought depends at the grocery store before but I want to buy something more substantial online. First, I need to know what diaper I should buy. And second, I need to know how they are usually shipped. Specifically, I'm looking for a disposable diaper that is pretty absorbent and has a plastic outer covering. (I understand most have clothlike coverings?) I want it to be thick but I also want to be able to walk around with it on. I don't care if I walk/waddle a little funny but I want to be able to walk around with some kind of ease. I was thinking of buying from a website like Amazon.com. Has anyone done this before? I'm really nervous about recieving a package that is marked "diapers" or "incontience briefs" or even the brand name like "abena or something" It just really makes me nervous I suppose. If Amazon ships to your home, are they discreet? Is it just a brown, cardboard, unmarked box? Or a giant package of diapers? Does it show up on a credit card bill as "ADULT DIAPERS" or just "Amazon.com $22.50" ? I really want to buy from amazon because even a giant package that said, "MEDICAL SUPPLIES" on my doorstep would be tough to explain since I don't have any medical problems nor do I work in the health care industry. Any advice, reccomendations, or answers to my questions would be appreciated. I've never bought any diapers online before and I'm really nervous about doing it. Basically, if I can't get a totally unmarked package delivered to my door and something discreet on the credit card bill.... I probably won't buy them at all. Thanks a bunch, fellow DD members.