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Sam took the passenger seat while Jess drove. Brooke rode in the back. The ride to the restaurant was uneventful. Much to Sam's relief, Brooke had not asked about the gym bag, despite the fact that it was sitting in the back seat next to her. The only problem was that he felt a slight urge to pee. While he knew he'd be able to hold it for a little while, he had serious doubts that he'd be able to make through breakfast and all the way back home. Of course, Jess had essentially given him permission to wet himself. But he wanted to save that as a last resort. As they got out of the car and walked towards the restaurant, Sam lagged behind a little to make sure that Brooke wouldn't be able to pick up on his awkward waddle. If nothing else, Sam knew that he walked much more normally in a dry diaper than a soaked one. As he ran his hand over the back of his butt wondering what kind of bulge might have been visible to anyone watching him, he couldn't help but glance at Jess' butt, then Brooke's. Their tight jeans showed off their curves so nicely. The sight immediately made Sam feel so resentful, albeit unjustifiably so, as he realized how the thought of wearing underwear or tight clothes was no longer a luxury afforded to him. The two girls seemed to walk with grace, showing off their toned butts, while Sam could only waddle nervously- insecure about his padded rear end. The three of them were seated and ordered shortly thereafter. "Make sure you stay hydrated today, sweetie." said Jess, as Sam sipped on his ice water. Sam nodded. "Speaking of drinking lots of water, I think I'm gonna make a quick run to the ladies' room." said Brooke scooting out of their booth. "I'll come with you." said Jess. Sam couldn't help but wonder why girls always seemed to travel to the bathroom in groups. The bathroom- yet another mundane luxury he probably wouldn't be afforded today. Brooke stood in the restaurant bathroom, staring into the mirror as she applied some lip gloss. "Jess, can I ask you kind of a personal question?" said Brooke. "Yeah, but I guess that kind of depends what the question is, you know?" said Jess as she washed her hands in the sink next to her. "Okay, well, this might sound kind of weird and, I understand if you're not comfortable talking about it but... when I was talking to Sam this morning... well, we were in the kitchen and he was just wearing a t shirt and, well, when he turned around to go into the bedroom, it looked like he was wearing a, um, well..." "A diaper?" said Jess. "Oh my gosh, yes. I thought I was going crazy. Yes." "Yeah, he'd be so embarrassed if he knew I was telling you all this but, do you remember how I told you that Sam kind of suffers from overactive bladder and has some incontinence issues?" "Oh, wow, I'm sorry Jess I guess I just never put two and two together." "Yeah, well, he's been a bed wetter pretty much all of his life and, well, its no fun waking up in a wet bed so we just kind of decided, you know, it would be a lot better for both of us if he wore some protection to sleep." "So he just wears them at night then?" "Well, pretty much, yeah. But he was sick yesterday and, I figured, if he was gonna spend all day in bed sleeping anyway, that he should probably be protected. Plus he's kind of accident prone when he's not feeling well. So, with his bladder issues, I decided it would be better if he wore them during the day when he's sick or when we go on long car trips, you know?" "I'm sorry I had no idea, Jess. So... is he wearing them now?" asked Brooke. "Yeah, he had a few accidents yesterday so I figured, you know, better safe than sorry." "I'm sorry, Jess, that must be rough." "Actually, I think things have been a lot better between us since he started wearing protection. Its just nice to know he's not gonna soak a pair of pants and I get to wake up in a dry bed every morning. Its just less stress. Plus, I used to work at a hospital, so I've helped change a few adult diapers in my day." "Do you... change him?" asked Brooke with a little apprehension in her voice. "Yeah, well, he has a lot of trouble with the tapes and, if its not on right, he can spring a leak so its usually just easier for me to help him out with that." "Okay, so what would you do if he like needed to go pee right now?" "You know, to be honest, Brooke, he had so many accidents yesterday and I think he's still a little sick that... I really don't expect him to make it to the potty today. Thats why he's wearing a diaper, you know?" "Well, don't tell him this but... I think he actually looked kind of cute this morning waddling around in his little diaper and t shirt. Kind of like my little nephew." said Brooke with a shy smile. "I think so too... in a weird sort of way. Its hard to describe but... ever since he started wearing them, we've fought less, he's been more obedient. I'll tell you this much, if you wanna take your man's ego down a couple of notches, just tape a diaper around his waist." Brooke giggled a little at that thought. "And I don't know, working as a nurse, I just have that instinct to take care of people. When he needs a change, I like that I can be there for him and take care of him. Its my mommy instinct." "Well, whatever works for you." said Brooke. "You don't think we're freaks do you?" asked Jess nervously. "No Jess, absolutely not. You know I think you're awesome. To be honest, I think what you guys have is really special. And I think its kind of cool you get to take care of him like that. My boyfriend lives at my apartment and I'm doing his laundry, cooking meals, and I just feel like he doesn't appreciate it sometimes and I don't know. I guess when you're the only thing standing between a gross wet diaper ... and a dry one, he probably really respects you a lot more for it." "Yeah, not only gratitude but... its more than that. Its like ever since he started wearing them... he knows I'm in charge. He knows that I'm the one wearing the pants... or the underpants I guess." Brooke giggled again. "You know my boyfriend Josh got so drunk last weekend that he peed the bed. Maybe I should ask him to wear a diaper." said Brooke with a slight chuckle. "Well trust me, it was an uphill battle. Sam hated the idea at first but now... well, at least I think he realizes its better than wet clothes. And I don't know about Josh but I've caught Sam playing with himself a few times and now... well, lets just say its nice to know there's a couple of inches of padding between him and his busy hands." "Ugh, men are so gross." said Brooke. "Trust me, Brooke, you don't know the half of it." The rest of the breakfast was pretty uneventful. They were all happy to get their food and they all chowed down without saying much to each other. Sam thought it a little odd that both Brooke and Jess sat on the same side of the booth when they returned from the restroom but decided he shouldn't concern himself with it. They were close friends and he knew that he had no reason to be paranoid. Confined to his diaper, knowing full well he wasn't expected to use the bathroom, Sam decided that he might as well let loose and relieve the pressure that had been building in his bladder for the past half hour. It took just a little bit of concentrating to get a stream going. He stared intensely at his plate and bit his lip a little before he finally felt a warm trickling begin and his diaper began swelling. He heard Brooke whisper something to Jess but thought nothing of it... until he looked up from his plate. Both women seemed to be staring at him. Blushing a little, Jess averted her eyes a little and just nodded her head. When she did, Brooke's eyes widened a little. "What?" asked Sam, now a little confused and paranoid. Brooke covered her mouth with her hand as if trying to contain laughter. "Its nothing, sweetie. You just had a funny look on your face thats all. Like you were concentrating on something really hard or something." said Jess. Brooke giggled a little. "I'm sorry, Sam. I'm not laughing at you. I just caught a case of the giggles thats all. I'm sorry, guys. I'm okay now." said Brooke looking more straight faced. Once they paid the check, they all stood up to leave the restaurant. Once again, Sam waddled behind Brooke and Jess, now feeling a little self conscious about his soggy, warm diaper. As they reached the car, Jess walked over to Sam and whispered to him. "Sam, did you wet while we were in the restaurant?" she asked. "Um... no, I'm fine." "Are you sure, Sam? Its no big deal if you did. Be honest with me sweetie, is your diaper wet?" "Well, maybe a little but, I'm fine really." insisted Sam. Much to his surprise, he suddenly felt Jess unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down his zipper to reveal his diaper. "Jess! What are you-" he suddenly stopped in mid sentence, fearing his loud voice would draw attention to Brooke who was standing on the other side of the car. "What are you doing?" Sam whispered. "What does it look like?" said Jess as she slid her finger into the damp portion of the diaper between Sam's legs. Sam frantically looked around, hoping no one else would be able to see the white garment under his opened jeans. He briefly made eye contact with Brooke who was still on the other side of the car. "You are soaked, sweetie. And if you've been sitting around in that all this time, then we need to change ya." "But what about Brooke?" he asked. "I'm sorry, Sam, but she saw you earlier this morning. She knows." said Jess. "She knows?!" said Sam a little too loud again. "Sam, its okay, Jess explained to me that it was a medical condition. I don't look at you any differently, okay?" said Brooke, interjecting. "Oh dammit this is so embarrassing." said Sam with a sigh. "Sam, we're all adults here, okay?" "Why do we have to do this here though?" "Because I don't want you to get a rash or leak on the seats. Sam, seriously, no one thinks you're a baby just because you wear diapers. You have a medical condition and you wear protection. I've accepted that and so has Brooke. But you become a baby when you start throwing temper tantrums like this and arguing with me." "But Jess-" "Lay down in the back of the car, Sam. Brooke, hand me that bag in the back seat." said Jess opening the car door. "You got it." said Brooke reaching into the back seat, pulling the bag out, and walking around to the other side of the car. Sam just stood there. Scared to move. "I said lay down, Sam." "But Jess-" "Do I need to count to three?" said Jess in a stern tone of voice, looking Sam right in the eyes. "No." said Sam shyly. "Good. Brooke theres a towel in the outer pocket of that bag, could you hand it to me?" said Jess. Brooke unzipped the bag and pulled out a towel, handing it to Jess. Then, in one firm motion, Jess pulled Sam's jeans down to his knees. Frightened now that someone would see him, Sam frantically climbed into the back seat and laid back on the towel. "Okay, Brooke I need you to spot for me, okay?" "Sure, what should I do?" she asked. "Don't worry, I'll take care of all the dirty work, I just need you to watch and make sure there are no people coming and hand me a few things, okay?" "You got it." said Brooke. Jess then leaned over and untaped Sam's diaper. "Grab your legs for me." Sam did as he was told, although his legs felt much heavier with his jeans and shoes around his ankles. Jess slid the soggy diaper out from under him. "There should be some plastic bags in that outer pocket too." said Jess. Brooke pulled a plastic bag out and handed to her. "Thanks." said Jess putting the soggy diaper into the ziplock bag and closing it. "Okay, lets see here." said Jess as she unzipped the bag and pulled out a new diaper, some powder, and a small package of baby wipes. Sam cringed as he felt the cold wipes on his skin, thinking about what Brooke might be seeing. He didn't know what was more embarrassing, seeing people or not seeing them. In his current position, his knees and his jeans obscured his view. In reality, Brooke could see very little of Sam's naked body as she stood behind Jess holding Sam's diaper bag around her shoulder. With a few shakes of baby powder, Jess slid a clean diaper under Sam's butt before taping it up. Sam tried desperately to pull his jeans back up as quick as he could but, laying in the back seat of a car, this proved rather difficult and it took him a few tries before he got them all the way up. With that, Brooke climbed into the front passenger seat, Jess started the car, and they all drove away. Sam had no problem riding in the back seat knowing that Jess might very well be upset with him.

Shelby returned to the room with a water bottle full of juice and handed it to Sam. She then glanced at her watch. "Now you can watch TV in here for the next 30 minutes but, after that, its lights out." she said. "What? Why?" asked Sam indignantly. "Because Jess told me she wanted you to get lots of rest tonight because you were really sick today. And after seeing what you did in your diaper... I'd tend to agree with her. But I want that juice bottle to be empty when I come back, mister." said Shelby walking out of the room. Sam scooted up onto the bed and pulled the covers over himself. He sighed, resentful of how overbearing Shelby was but, at the same time, feeling guilty and knowing he deserved it. Messing himself for the third time in less than a week must have raised a few eyebrows. While he'd barely even thought about it earlier, he now realized that he might have thrown away whatever little dignity or self respect that he had left. How could he even blame Shelby for treating him the way she was now? After all, she did just change a fairly gross diaper. How could he tell Jess he didn't need anyone to care for him when he'd already had so many 'accidents'? As he sipped down his juice, Sam tried to get these thoughts out of his head laying in bed flipping through the different channels on the television. He tried to tell himself that there was nothing more he could do and that, in all reality, he really hadn't lost much freedom at all. After all, Shelby and Jess would probably be treating him pretty much the same regardless of whether he had a few small accidents or a few big ones. Either way, he'd be diapered. Noticing that it would only be a few minutes before his 'bedtime', Sam was starting to feel really desperate to get into another diaper. It wasn't that his diaper was uncomfortable necessarily. But the greasy feeling of the diaper rash cream on his butt really felt weird. At the very least, he wanted some powder to feel a bit more dry. But he was diapered pretty snugly and applying powder would mean opening his diaper- something he'd probably be in trouble for later. Figuring his fate was probably sealed now, he decided to empty his fairly full feeling bladder. Rolling over onto his side and curling up into the fetal position, he grabbed his diapered crotch as he enjoyed the warm feeling of his pee being absorbed into the swelling garment taped around his waist. He smiled knowing that, despite the fact that it was still very early in the evening, he'd probably be able to get to sleep much more easily once he was fresh, dry, and powdered again. He had to admit, in some ways, being in diapers wasn't so bad. After all, he'd barely gotten out of bed all day. Even now, he'd been able to go pee without leaving the warm, snug comfort of his own bed. Sure, peeing in the toilet carried with it a nice enough sense of independence but it didn't feel nearly as soothing and warm as going in a diaper. And even if he'd been wearing a diaper, without Jess' strict rules in place, he would have had to get out of bed on his own to get himself cleaned up and dry. But now, all he had to do was sit in bed and wait for Shelby to arrive- then all he'd have to do is slide to the edge of the bed and be patient. Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, he knew it would only be 5 minutes or so before he could get changed. As always, his only real complaint was the lack of sexual satisfaction- something he'd been hoping to get from Jess today. The excessive padding made it very difficult, although probably not impossible, to masturbate. But he didn't dare cum in his diaper. He knew full well that, at the next diaper change, Jess or worse yet Shelby, would discover what he'd done and he'd probably be in trouble. 'But whats the big deal?' he thought. Before he started wearing diapers, Jess must have know that he masturbated- especially considering how little sex they'd had. He wondered if, perhaps, Jess simply didn't like the idea of seeing evidence of it during a diaper change. Whatever the reason, Sam couldn't help but feel so repressed and so confined as he tried, in vain, to massage himself through the thick padding of the diaper. Sam instantly froze when the bedroom door swung open. He must have had a look on his face like a toddler who'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have. He looked like a deer in the headlights. "Whats up?" Shelby asked, sounding a little suspicious. "Um... nothing... just... watching TV." said Sam. "Okay well its time to shut it off and get to bed, mister." said Shelby turning off the TV. "You had another accident didn't you?" said Shelby. "What?" asked Sam innocently. "Yeah, I could tell." said Shelby with a slight smirk, opening the dresser and beginning to unfold a new diaper. "Well, I mean, yeah... I kind of..." stammered Sam. "Okay, okay. Just tell me one thing, are you just wet or did you go number two again?" asked Jess. "No, its... just wet." said Sam. "Okay, good. No offense, sweetie, but I think one of those a night is enough for me... and for Jess too." "How did you..." "How did I know?" "Um... yeah." "You just had that look on your face... like you were in the middle of something when I walked in." "It wasn't... on purpose... I just..." "Hey, I'm just glad that you finished all your juice." said Shelby picking up the empty water bottle and setting it on the dresser. Sam was relieved to see Shelby holding a bottle of baby powder along with the tube of rash cream. "Okay, c'mon. You know the drill." said Shelby patting the edge of the bed. Sam slid down and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Laying back, he felt Shelby ripping the tapes and opening his diaper. Sam cringed in anticipation of how the cold wipes would feel on his warm, damp skin. "Legs" she said. Sam grabbed his legs and felt her running the cold wipes over his penis and testicles before rubbing more diaper rash cream onto his butt. He smiled a little as he felt the tickling sensation of the powder. "Down." Shelby quickly pulled the diaper closed over his rapidly hardening penis. Once again, his fate for the night was sealed as his diaper was taped snugly shut. He pulled the covers over himself and snuggled up. "Now get some sleep and feel better." said Shelby switching off the lights. Sam rolled over and tried not to think about how aroused he felt. He awoke the next morning to the sight of the morning sun shining in through his bedroom window. He rolled over in bed, surprised to see Jess wasn't laying next to him. He could hear the shower running. Glancing on the floor, he saw a crumpled pair of leggings, a blue dress, and a pair of panties. Jess was home. Feeling the warm bulge of his swollen diaper between his legs as he sat up in bed, Sam glanced at the clock on their nightstand. 8:55 'Wow' Sam thought to himself. 'She goes out all night partying and she is up earlier than I am!' Feeling thirsty but otherwise in near perfect health, Sam climbed out of bed and waddled towards the door. Feeling the weight of his sagging diaper, Sam knew that the juice he'd drank made his diaper a lot wetter than usual. Waddling into the kitchen, Sam absent mindedly grabbed a glass and began filling it with water from the kitchen sink. It was then that his heart stopped. On the couch, he saw a young women begin sitting up, rubbing her eyes. Clearly one of Jess' friends that she went to the club with. She was still wearing her tight jeans and a low cut halter top. "Hey" she said. "Oh... um... hey." said Sam nervous as hell but nonetheless grateful for the huge kitchen counter obscuring her view of ANYTHING below his waist. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he stood in the kitchen wearing only a his t shirt and very wet diaper. It would be rude to run into the bedroom but, after all, it was his house. But she already had spoken to him. He'd have to make up some excuse before he retreated to the bedroom. But what would he say? "You feeling any better today, Sam?" she asked. "Oh... um, yeah, I'm fine. I think my stomach was just upset yesterday. I'm... I'm okay now." said Sam immediately paranoid that Jess might have mentioned his accident or, worse yet, accidents. "Thats good." said the girl standing up and stretching. "Its um... Brooke, right?" asked Sam. "Yeah." she said with a small smile. "Where's Jess?" she asked. "She's in the shower." said Sam, growing increasingly more nervous as Brooke approached the counter. He stretched his t shirt down below his wait as he began blushing. He could only hope that he could keep his bulging, sagging diaper covered. She was now close enough to see below his waist. He was covered, but he had to remain absolutely still. "Do you mind if I grab a glass of water, I'm still a little hung over." said Brooke walking into the kitchen. "Oh, um, yeah. Sure." said Sam taking a step away from the sink now practically tearing his t shirt as he stretched it down to cover himself. Brooke grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and proceeded to fill it up in the sink. As she was doing this, Sam figured it was now the perfect opportunity to retreat back to his room. Pulling his t shirt down, he began awkwardly waddling away. Brooke glanced back to see him opening the door to his bedroom and going inside, but not before she caught a glimpse of some thick, white, rather excessive looking padding around his butt, peeking out from under his t shirt. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he shut the bedroom door behind him. There Jess stood wearing nothing but a towel and brushing her wet hair. "What are you running away from?" she asked. "Why didn't you tell me Brooke was out there?" asked Sam. "Um, because you were asleep when I got home. She had too much to drink last night. I told her she could sleep it off here." said Jess. "Well... I walked out into the kitchen wearing just... this... and she was there." "Did she see your..." said Jess motioning to his diaper. "I don't know. No, I think my shirt covered it." "Okay, calm down, Sam. Even if she saw it, its not the end of the world. You have a medical condition, its not a big deal, okay? You have nothing to be embarrassed about." "Gee, thanks." "I'm serious, Sam. You know I'd kick her ass if she ever made fun of you." "Okay..." he said. "But for now, I need you to give me a little privacy because I need to get dressed." said Jess. "But... she's still out there..." said Sam nervously. "So what? Just put on some sweat pants. You said she didn't notice you were wearing a diaper so whats the big deal?" "I... don't think she did but... look, Jess, I'm wet, can I at least take this off before I-" "Sweetie, just throw some sweat pants on and go wait outside. I'll just be 5 minutes and then we'll change your diaper, okay?" "Well, you know, since its daytime maybe I could just take it off now real quick since I'm not going to be wearing..." "No, no, no. Sam, I think you misunderstood me. You had a lot of accidents yesterday so you're gonna be wearing protection for the next few days." "But I'm feeling better today. I'm fine, really. Why do I have to wear-" "Sam, I really don't like the tone you're taking with me right now. We've been over this. You're not allowed to argue about your diapers. This isn't up to YOU, okay? We had a deal. So I don't wanna hear another word out of you. You pooped your pants twice yesterday so you're nuts if you think I'm just gonna let you go back to wearing regular underwear just like that. I'm not gonna get embarrassed in some public place if you have a number two accident your pants. You're gonna be in diapers for at least the next two days and we'll see how you do. I want you to stay hydrated and if you wet yourself a couple of times I totally understand. But when you have to go number two, I want you to come and find me as soon as possible and we'll get you to the potty, okay?" "Yeah..." said Sam quietly. "Okay, good. Now come here." said Jess picking up a pair of Sam's sweat pants from off the floor and holding them open. Sam walked over to Jess and stepped into the sweat pants. Jess pulled them up over his sagging wet diaper. "Now go into the living room and you can come back in 5 minutes and I'll change your diaper. And I can tell you're pretty wet so don't sit down on anything because I don't want you to spring a leak. I just need 5 minutes, okay?" Sam walked out of the room and into the kitchen. "Hey." said Brooke in a friendly tone of voice. "Hey hows it going?" said Sam, standing behind the kitchen counter, again using it as cover. He continued to pull his shirt down despite the fact that he was wearing pants. His t shirt might just cover the obvious bulge in his sweat pants. Brooke walked over to the kitchen counter and leaned over towards Sam. "Is Jess out of the shower?" she asked. "Yeah, she's getting dressed." said Sam. "Okay, cool. Do you guys have any plans this morning?" asked Brooke. "No, I don't think so, why?" "Well, I was kind of hungry, I was wondering if maybe you two wanted to go grab some breakfast? My treat." "Oh, um... yeah, sure... I mean I'll have to ask Jess." said Sam. As Brooke spoke with Sam, she couldn't help but notice his nervous demeanor and his flushed red cheeks. She couldn't help but glance down every once and a while. She could have sworn there was a thick bulge underneath his pants. Just then, Jess emerged from the bedroom in a pair of tight jeans and a red t shirt. "How you feeling, Brooke?" asked Jess. "A little hung over but I'm fine." she answered with a smile. "Glad to hear it." said Jess. "You guys have any interest in going and grabbing some breakfast?" asked Brooke. "Sure, that sounds fun. We can leave in a few. I just need to do my makeup and Sam needs to change out of his PJs. C'mon, sweetie." said Jess with a smile as they both walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind them. "Okay, you look like you're ready to be dry again." said Jess with a small smile, sliding down his sweat pants. Sam nodded stepping out of his sweat pants. Seeing the towel on the bed, Sam sat down with an audible 'squish'. He laid back on the bed, stretching his arms out, barely even noticing Jess untaping his diaper and opening it up. He grabbed his legs without even having to be asked and Jess slid the heavy, soggy diaper out from under him before wiping him off. She then opened up a clean diaper, sprinkled some powder on it, then slid it under his butt. As Sam set his butt down on the diaper, Jess pulled out several more wipes and began thoroughly wiping down his balls. She then took his partially erect shaft in her hands and began sliding the cool, moist wipes over it. "We wanna keep this nice and clean, don't we?" said Jess with a smile. Sam smiled and nodded as Jess stroked his shaft through the wipes. "Somebody's excited." she said. Just as he felt himself getting even harder, thinking things were getting sexual, Jess pulled the diaper up over his hardening penis and taped it shut. Sam looked down at his diapered crotch in disbelief. Surprised and stunned, he looked up at Jess. She smiled a little. "Don't look at me like that. I was just making sure you were clean." she said as she stood up and put his diapering supplies away in their dresser. She then sat down next to him and put her arm around him. "And if you're on your best behavior and don't give me anymore arguments. Well then I guess you can just think of that as a little preview for later." she said putting her hand on the front of his diaper and firmly grabbing his genitals through the thick padding. "But I don't wanna see you playing with yourself today either. Especially not when we're out with Brooke. And if you're extra good then maybe you'll get a treat at the end of the day." said Jess smiling mischievously and kissing him on the cheek before standing up. She then grabbed a pair of jeans out of the dresser and slipped them around Sam's feet. Embarrassed by Jess practically dressing him, he stood up to pull his pants up on his own but, before he could grab hold of them, Jess had already pulled them up to his waist and zipped them shut. It was all he could do to button them himself. "And find a nicer shirt to wear, you've been sleeping in that one all night." said Jess walking out of the room. Sam quickly changed his shirt before glancing at himself in the mirror. His jeans looked baggy enough to almost obscure the diaper completely. He took a deep breath, then walked out into the living room. "Hey, you all ready to go?" asked Jess. "Yep." said Sam. "Okay, great." said Jess as she picked up the familiar looking gym bag by the door and slung it around her shoulder. Sam blushed again as the three of them walked out of their apartment. He could only keep his fingers crossed that Brooke wouldn't ask what the bag was for.

"Do you know where Jess keeps your diapers these days?" asked Shelby. "Uh... I think... in the drawer there." said Sam nervously. He was now starting to seriously regret deliberately filling his diaper, not to mention having sat down so forcefully afterward which would inevitably make for a longer change. A deep feeling of guilt began setting in... despite the fact that neither Jess nor Shelby had any reason to suspect him. 'Why did I do that?' 'What have I done?' he began asking himself as he stood there considering not only the warm, mushy feeling in the seat of his diaper but also the smell which was pretty strong by now. The other girls must have smelled him earlier. His heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest as he saw Shelby taking a box of wipes and a clean diaper out of the dresser. He knew this was going to happen whether he liked it or not. He frantically searched his mind for any argument, any counterpoint he could make. After all, Shelby probably wasn't looking forward to the change either. Sam never thought, in a million years, that anyone but Jess would ever be handling his poopy diaper. So much for wishful thinking, he mused. Staring at the floor, lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by the feeling of Shelby's hands on the waistband of his sweat pants. She slid them down past his knees in one fluid motion. Too nervous to put up any resistance, Sam just stepped out of them as Shelby slid them off his feet. "Turn around." she said. "Why?" asked Sam. "Um... because I said so." she said, responding in a sterner tone of voice. Sam did as he was told and felt Shelby lifting his t shirt and prodding at the back of his diaper. "Wow, looks like you really did a number in there. I guess I'm not gonna like what I find in there, am I?" asked Shelby. Sam couldn't believe this was happening. It all still felt so surreal... like it was a dream or something. But the reality was now sinking in and Sam was struggling to hold back tears. His eyes were beginning to water. Shelby laid down a thick towel on the bed before putting her hands on Sam's shoulders and pushing him back onto the bed. He felt the mess in his diaper spread out even more going across his cheeks and oozing over the base of his balls. He felt his penis pushing up against the damp inside of his diaper as it began to get a little harder. He watched as Shelby began unfolding a clean diaper. "You know Shelby... uh... Jess, you know, she helped me a little with... this kind of thing this morning and I think if you just gave me the wipes then maybe I... um... you know." began Sam. "Okay Sam, first of all, you know what the rules are. YOU are not allowed to make any decisions when it comes to your diapers so... I really don't know why you're even asking. You know what the answer is gonna be. And two, I haven't even opened your diaper and already I know that you're not gonna be able to clean up this mess on your own. So lay back, and I don't wanna hear anymore arguments. This isn't any picnic for me either." said Shelby pushing back on his shoulders. Shelby ripped open the tapes on his diaper and opened it up. "Okay, lets get this over with. Grab your legs." she said. Sam did as he was told, relieved that Shelby had made no comment about his partially erect penis. Despite the fact that Sam couldn't bare to think about what Shelby was looking at, the feeling of the cold, moist wipes on his messy bottom felt nice- almost refreshing. "So Sam... did you have any problems potty training when you were younger. Jess told me you wet the bed a lot but, in general, did you have trouble making it to the potty?" asked Shelby as she slowly and methodically began running wipe after wipe over Sam's bottom. "Um... I don't know." said Sam, wondering why Shelby was even asking such a question. "Well did your mom ever mention anything to you about you being a hard kid to potty train? Do you remember wearing diapers during the daytime much?" "I don't know." said Sam, desperate to avoid a very embarrassing conversation. The fact that Shelby was asking him these questions combined with the feeling of the cold wipes just made Sam feel so completely... helpless. "Well sweetie, the reason I'm asking is that I know you have problems with bedwetting at night but pooping your pants like this really isn't normal." she said. "But... I was sick... I am sick. I wasn't feeling well." said Sam, still holding his legs back. "Its not just today, Sam. You realize you've pooped your pants 3 times within less than a week. Thats not normal." said Shelby now casually running the cold wipes over his balls. "I wasn't... like... on ... purpose." said Sam, now struggling to speak as he felt the awkward sensation of Shelby grasping his balls through a baby wipe. "Well, if you didn't do it on purpose, then you might have some kind of problem. I've worked in a hospital and, trust me, this could be serious. You wouldn't want to have an accident in the middle of the day would you?" she said as she squirted some diaper rash cream into her hand and began rubbing it into Sam's butt. Sam said nothing. He was so embarrassed and quickly growing tired of holding his knees to his chest. "Okay, you're all clean." said Shelby sliding a diaper underneath him. He set his bare butt down on the diaper and Shelby pulled it closed, smoothing out the tapes for a snug fit. He was a little surprised she hadn't used any powder. The feeling inside his diaper was strange, not the dry fresh feeling he usually felt. Sure, compared to how he felt a minute ago, this was a million times better. And he certainly felt a lot cleaner. But feeling the dry diaper against his moist, lotioned up butt was strange. Jess always used powder. She hadn't been gone for more than a few minutes and already he had really missed her. Shelby tossed Sam's used diaper into his diaper genie, then set the wipes down on the bed next to Sam. "Go ahead. Take a couple." she said. "Why?" asked Sam. "Just grab some." she said. "Okay..." said Sam pulling two moist baby wipes from their container. "Wipe your hands off." she said. A little confused, Sam slowly began wiping his hands off with the baby wipes. "Just a precaution." said Shelby. "Against... what?" asked Sam. "Because you were just running around in a poopy diaper. I don't know if you stuck your hand in there." said Shelby. "Why would I do that?" asked Sam. "I don't know. Jess said sometimes you have problems touching the front of your diaper and playing with yourself. Its just a precaution." "But I don't... I mean it feels gross to be wearing a..." Sam stammered. "Well, you're a boy. And boys' threshold for 'gross' is pretty high from what I've seen. Thats probably why they don't potty train nearly as fast as girls do." she said walking out of the room. Hearing the water running, he figured she was probably washing her hands.

"Okay Sam, why don't you come over to the edge of the bed here and we'll get you cleaned up." said Jess kneeling down and setting a box of baby wipes down on the floor next to her. Sam slowly and carefully got off the bed, waddling over to the edge where Jess was. He stopped for a minute. He didn't want to have to do this again... not now... not here. Jess looked so sexy kneeling on their bedroom floor in her short t shirt and tight, sexy black boyshorts. "C'mon, honey. What are you waiting for?" she said with a stern expression in her voice. Slowly, Sam sat down on the bed feeling the warm mess spread out, cringing as he felt it squishing between his legs and over the base of his balls. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at Jess as she unfolded a fresh diaper. Feeling the slight urge to pee, Sam let go knowing it would still be a few seconds before his diaper was opened up... knowing full well it would be a complete mess anyway. As the front of his diaper warmed, he began to feel himself getting hard. He wished he could stop but the warm sensation around his genitals was too much for him. He didn't want Jess to see him like that when she opened his diaper. He didn't want her to think that he was enjoying this anymore than she was. As his erection pressed up against the warm, damp insides of his diaper, Sam tried to tell reassure himself that it was just a natural reaction. Sure the warm feeling between his legs and in the seat of his diaper felt... arousing... in a strange sort of way... but it was still a completely gross experience. He was ready to get out... he just wished his wife couldn't see him like this. Jess paused for a moment, totally still, staring at the open diaper in her hands. "What is it?" asked Sam. "Hold on a sec." she said, standing up and walking over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and began sifting through Sam's supplies. She pulled out a small bottle of baby powder but continued shuffling items around, clearly looking for something. She then slid the drawer closed and walked out of the bedroom. Sam massaged the front of his diaper a little, still feeling very hard... but it was no use. Now sitting there in only his t shirt and diaper... thinking about what he'd just done... disgusted by the fact that there could be ANYTHING he actually enjoyed about the condition of his diaper. But there was nothing he could do... no argument he could make to Jess... no plea for him to be left alone to handle himself. His eyes began tearing up. Just then, Jess walked back into the room. "Okay sweetie, sorry for the wait. I knew I had rash cream somewhere. I just had to go through your diaper bag to find it." said Jess. Looking down at him, she now noticed her husband's tears. "Oh, sweetie, whats the matter?" she said sitting down next to him and putting her arm around him. "What does it look like?" sniffled Sam. "Sweetie, its just an accident. Its not the end of the world... we're gonna get you cleaned up. Its okay." said Jess stroking his back. "Okay... I'm sorry, Jess." said Sam regaining his composure now that his erection had subsided. "Its okay, honey. Just lay back and let me take care of everything." she said putting her hands on his shoulders and gently pushing him back onto the bed. Sam sniffled a little, feeling the warmness squish up the seat of his diaper as he laid down. Jess ripped the tapes and opened up the diaper. "Legs." she said. Sam grabbed his knees and pulled them to his chest slowly, imagining the gross sight he was revealing to his wife. Jess wiped him a little with the front of the diaper before folding it up, getting up, and setting it in the diaper genie before kneeling down again. "This is gonna feel a little cold, honey." she said pulling out several baby wipes. He felt the cold feeling of the baby wipes on his balls first as she began wiping them off. Then between his legs, then finally on his butt. Sam was desperate to get the change over with. In his groggy, fatigued state of mind, he almost told his wife to 'hurry up' but then thought about it again. He didn't dare upset Jess. Sensing she was almost done, his bare butt feeling much cleaner now, Sam thought he might finally be able to let go of his legs. "Wait, wait, wait. We're not done here, sweetie." she said grabbing him by the ankles and pulling his legs back up. She then squeezed some diaper rash cream into the palm of her hand before rubbing it into Sam's butt cheeks. Sam bit his lip as he felt her spread the ice cold cream over his cheeks and then his testicles. He slowly began getting turned on again. "And... okay, we're all done." said Jess sprinkling a little baby powder into the open diaper and sliding it under his butt. Jess then quickly pulled the front of the diaper up covering his semi-erect penis, surrounding it in thick padding before pulling the tapes into place. Sam then crawled up towards the top of the bed and pulled the covers over himself. He breathed a sigh of relief feeling the clean, fresh feeling of the talc particles between his cheeks and balls... not to mention the fresh scent of the diaper rash cream and powder. Jess slipped some navy blue sweat pants on and walked out into the kitchen. Sam was tired but his stomach now felt much, much better. He almost wished he could go to work now but was looking forward to curling up under the covers and sleeping in a bit. Just then, Jess walked into the room holding a plastic water bottle and a thermometer. "I put some orange juice in here and I want you to drink as much of it as you can today... open up." she said handing the bottle to Sam and putting the thermometer in his mouth. "Hmm... you're a little warm but barely... hows your tummy feeling?" she asked, now pressing her palm against his forehead. "Okay I guess." he said. "Well, thats good. After you drink that, I want you to get lots of rest today. If you wet your diaper, its okay, its not a big deal. I don't mind dealing with a few wet diapers if it means you're getting your rest. But... if you ever feel like you need to go... number two, let me know as soon as you have to go and we'll get you untaped so you can get to the potty. And if I'm every sleeping when you have to go, I want you to wake me up so I can help you. And, in the future, if you really feel like its an emergency, I want you to at least get up and try to make it to the potty, okay?" "But... I tried today, Jess." whined Sam. "Well, sweetie, from what I saw, you didn't even make it out of the bed. I understand you were sick, and you didn't know but whenever you feel like its going to be an emergency, I definitely want you to at least get out of bed and make an effort when you can, okay? I know you were sick today, I'm just saying... for future reference." Sam nodded. He couldn't believe Jess was talking to him like he was a two year old. He just imagined what she must have thought. He'd been as quiet as possible getting out of bed but, once he'd already had an accident, he'd climbed back into bed to get more comfortable. Sam felt so embarrassed now that he knew Jess had probably woken up to the sight of him in bed, on top of the covers, on his knees, grunting and straining... like he'd never even thought to get out of bed and walk a few feet to the bathroom. Jess walked over to the diaper genie, pulled out the full plastic garbage bag and tied it up tight, walking out of the room. "I'm gonna run this down to the garbage but I wasn't kidding about you drinking that juice. You need your vitamin C, sweetie, especially if you're getting sick. Sam nodded and took a quick sip of it as Jess walked out of the room. Sam rolled over, annoyed by the feeling of his erection pressing up against the inside of his diaper. He wished Jess would come in and give him another hand job but he knew, after cleaning him up, it was doubtful she'd be in the mood. He had to now contemplate just how badly his two dirty diapers, within less than a week, had affected her perception of him. Clearly it couldn't have been that bed after the treat she'd given him the previous night... but was she grossed out? He tried to keep telling himself she worked at a hospital and had dealt with it before but he still felt guilty. Did she think that he pooped in his diaper on purpose? He told her he'd tried to make it to the bathroom but thinking about himself, in that position in their bed, he could only imagine how she must have felt. He hated the condescending way she had just spoken to him, not to mention her constant use of the word 'potty'. It was like every diaper change made him feel a little more powerless... a little more inferior... a little more like he... somehow needed Jess to be there to take care of him. Jess walked back into the room and picked up the bottle of juice. "Hey, what did I say? Take another big swig." she said handing it to Sam. Jess then sat down on the bed. "So whats the matter? You can't sleep?" asked Jess. "No." said Sam, 'because I'm way too horny' he added in his mind. Jess picked up the remote and turned on the TV. You're welcome to watch this for a while but eventually you need to get some rest. You hungry?" she asked. "Yeah a little." said Sam. "Okay... well, you just relax, I'll be right back." she said getting up and walking out of the room. About 10 minutes later she returned with a tray and a steaming bowl of soup. She sat down on the bed next to Sam. As he sat up in bed, she set the tray on his lap. "Its chicken soup... its the kind you like." said Jess picking up a full spoon and slowly bringing it to his lips. Sam slurped a mouth full. It was just the right temperature. Jess fed him about four more slurps before he became self conscious about her feeding him the soup. "I got it." he said reaching out and taking the spoon from her. "You sure?" she asked. "Yeah... its okay." he said. "Okay... can I get you anything else?" she asked. "No, uh, I'm fine. Well...um..." said Sam hesitantly. "What is it, sweetie?" "Could you, maybe, untape me so I can run and go pee real quick?" For a moment, Jess said nothing. She just stared at him, looking almost like she was surprised by his remark. "Oh, um, yeah of course." she said getting up and pulling the covers off of him. "Thanks." he said sliding over to the edge of the bed. "Sure." she said ripping the tapes of the diaper open. "Careful getting up." she said. Sam slowly got up and quickly ran to the bathroom, being careful to pull his t shirt down in an effort to provide himself with some kind of dignity. It felt so good to actually use the toilet, although he couldn't help wishing he'd made it here earlier, he thought to himself. When he emerged from the bathroom, Jess was waiting at the edge of the bed. As he laid down on the diaper, Jess pulled it up and taped it back in place. She then grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. "Okay, I think its time to try and get some shut eye, Sam. I'm gonna make a quick phone call but if you're really sick, you should focus on getting some rest. And I'll be back to check on you in a little bit, okay?" Sam nodded. Jess walked out of the room. He couldn't believe she had just turned off the television. And what did she mean by 'if you're really sick'? Did she think that he used his diaper just to get out of going to work? He had to admit, the paranoia he was feeling was probably just a result of feeling self conscious about his accident earlier. He told him self that, more than likely, he was just over thinking everything. Sure, Jess was a little strict, but after changing his diaper, he figured she had the right to be. In the end, all she wanted was for him to feel better. Everything she did was out of love and concern for him... so he figured, why argue with it? He just couldn't shake that feeling that, after the accident he'd had this morning, she saw him differently... like some toddler who was just using his diapers on purpose... although she hadn't even actually accused him of doing it. Not in so many words anyway. Eventually, Sam drifted off into a deep sleep. Jess sat on the edge of the bed stroking Sam's hair as he slept. Slowly and with a yawn, Sam began to open his eyes. He could feel a familiar warm bulge between his legs. He stared right up at Jess. "What time is it?" he mumbled. "Its almost 4." said Jess. "Wow... I slept all day." said Sam sitting up in bed. "How you feelin?" asked Jess. "Good. Real good." he said now almost feeling as if he wasn't sick at all. "I'm glad, honey. But I still want you to rest up as much as you can and get to bed early tonight. Here, have some..." she said handing him his juice. Sam took a quick swig. "Is there anything else I can get you?" she asked. "Well, actually... I was thinking... could I ask a favor?" said Sam. "Sure." "Well, do you think you might be able to get the DVD player from out there and... get it plugged in here." "Sure, sweetie. Just so long as you get your butt to bed early tonight." she said with a smile. "I will." he said. "But first..." said Jess pulling off the covers and taking Sam by surprise. Sam's diaper had swelled up quite a bit and was now really damp. "Oh wow, looks like somebody really needs a change." she said getting up and walking over to the dresser. She pulled out another diaper and began unfolding it in front of him. Slowly he scooted over to the edge of the bed and laid back. Jess ripped open his diaper. Sam shivered a little feeling first the cool air, then the even cooler wipes on his genitals. "Legs." she said. "Well, at least we know you're staying hydrated!" said Jess as she folded up Sam's soaked diaper and put it into the diaper genie. A few quick shakes of baby powder and Jess pulled the fresh diaper into place. He crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over himself. He smiled as Jess quickly returned to the room with the DVD player and the cords that connected it to their TV. "What movie did you wanna watch?" "What about that one we bought yesterday at Best Buy?" he asked. "Okay, sure. Mind if I join you?" said Jess. "Please do." smiled Sam. Jess inserted the disc and laid down next to Sam, albeit on top of the covers. Sam loved comedies and this movie was, by far one of their favorites. Jess put her arm around Sam and began stroking his hair a little as they watched the movie. Sam snuggled up closer to her and smiled. The fact that she was showing such affection to him so soon after his accident that morning meant a lot. Maybe she wasn't disgusted by him after all. Maybe it really, truly didn't matter that he'd had an accident earlier. He could feel the warmth of her body even through the covers. As the movie drew to an end, Jess glanced at her watch. "I should probably start getting ready. Do you want me to put in another movie for you or you just gonna watch TV?" she asked. "Just TV." said Sam picking up the remote and changing the channel. He absent mindedly flipped through the channels, glancing at Jess as she pulled some clothes out of the dresser drawer before walking into the bathroom. Just then, Sam began to wonder what Jess was even getting ready for in the first place. He could remember whether she'd said anything about it earlier in the day. She emerged from the bathroom with her hair down wearing a short blue summer dress with some leggings. "Sweetie, have you seen my eyeshadow anywhere?" she asked. "Um... no, sorry." said Sam. "Damn." said Jess walking out into the kitchen. She then walked back into their bedroom, glancing again at her watch. "Where are you going again?" asked Sam. "I'm going to few clubs with some girls from my office. I told you on Monday, remember?" "Yeah..." said Sam, pulling up only a vague recollection in his mind. Feeling a tad more energetic, Sam actually thought that the idea sounded fun. He had never danced much but he'd actually gone to a few different clubs with Jess while they were dating and, after all, it was Friday night. He stared out the outline of Jess' underwear under her dress as she sat down on the bed and began slipping on a pair of high heels. "Can I come with you guys?" asked Sam. "Sorry sweetie, its a girls' night. Besides, I think you need to stay here and get some more rest." "I'm feeling a lot better." he said. "Thats because you've been sleeping all day." Just then, Sam heard a loud knock at the door. "Thats probably Shelby." said Jess getting up. "Shelby?" asked Sam, raising his eyebrows. "Yeah. C'mon sweetie, did you really think I was gonna leave you home alone tonight, all sick, with nobody to take care of you?" said Jess. "Can I at least take my diaper off until I go to bed?" he asked. "I don't think so, sweetie. Not after the accident you had this morning. Better safe than sorry, you know?" said Jess walking out of the room. Sam heard his stomach rumble a little. He sighed. It now looked like he was in for another evening with Shelby 'babysitting' him- bossing him around and telling him what to do. He may have resented the control Jess had over him... but she was his wife, he loved her. And there were certainly perks. But being in a spot where he had to take orders from Shelby was something else. In part, he was really just mad at himself for forgetting that Jess had planned this night with her friends. On top of all the feelings of inferiority he'd had earlier in the day, he felt so left out staying home with Shelby while his wife was out having fun. He hated the idea of staying in his diaper while he was wide awake. He didn't need it. But there was no way he'd ever be able to convince Jess. At this point, he couldn't even argue about it anymore. He'd had so much fun watching a movie with her earlier, he was actually beginning to think he might see some action tonight. So much for that thought. Since he was sick, he really didn't mind the idea of Jess taking care of him. In fact, he'd kind of gotten used to it and was enjoying it. Watching her wait on him hand and foot was great. Between the soup, the DVD player, and the feeling of her warm hands stroking his hair... he loved it when Jess cared for him like that. But even though Shelby would probably do most of the same things for him... he knew he'd be taking orders from HER now. He wished there was some way to get Jess to stay home with him. Just then, he felt his stomach cramp up a little. Sitting up in bed, he could here the muffled sound of Jess and Shelby talking. He wondered what they could be saying. Maybe there was some way to get her to stay home with him, he thought. Maybe he should just ask. But he knew that there wasn't much of an argument for him to make for her to stay. And there was no way to get Shelby to leave either. He was confined. Confined in his home... confined in his diaper... and confined to his bed. No options. Just then, Jess walked into the room. "I just have to finish doing my make up. You can come in if you want." said Jess opening the bedroom door and inviting Shelby in. "How you feeling, big guy?" asked Shelby as she stood in the doorway. "Better." said Sam. Jess walked into the open bathroom and stood in front of the mirror applying her eyeshadow. "Glad to hear it. Jess told me you really weren't feeling well earlier. She said you had a little accident this morning." said Shelby. "Shelby... c'mon, you know Sam gets embarrassed." said Jess looking at Shelby. "Sorry... well, I am here to help so if there's anything that you need just let me know." said Shelby. "Thanks." he said shyly. "Make sure he stays hydrated tonight, Shell." said Jess. Just then, there was another knock at the door. "Thats probably them. I'm gonna get the door, I'll be back to say goodbye to you, sweetie." said Jess walking out of the bathroom. Jess looked beautiful as always. Shelby and Jess walked out into the living room, pulling the bedroom door shut as they left. He heard Jess opening the front door followed by women's voices. He couldn't remember if he'd met any of them before. Hearing the sounds of them laughing and talking in the living room, he felt so jealous of them. Since Jess and Shelby were both several years older than him, he always felt this lingering feeling that they saw him as a little child. Well, maybe not a child, but certainly as something less than them. It was almost as if he was being excluded because he was 'too young' to go out with her and her friends... although he knew she probably just wanted him to get plenty of rest. More than anything, he just resented the fact that Jess hadn't cancelled her plans to stay home and take care of HIM. The thought was a little selfish... but still... he'd enjoyed being the center of her world all day. Not to mention cuddling and watching a movie with her on a day when he'd normally be at work. Sam now began feeling a little bit of pressure building in his bowels. Instinctively, he got up out of bed to head for the bathroom. Feeling a little cool in only his diaper and t shirt, he began wondering how he would signal Jess once the time came to put his diaper back on. He didn't dare try it himself. Standing there, in the middle of the bedroom, Sam had an idea. He had to admit that it was a pretty radical thought but it might just be able to keep Jess home with him. He instantly shook his head and rolled his eyes a little. The whole thing was ridiculous. He couldn't... Well, technically he COULD but... he probably shouldn't, not on purpose anyway. He knew that another messy diaper might be the one thing that would generate enough sympathy from Jess to get her to stay home tonight. Sam's heart started beating as he thought about this plan. Jess would be back at any moment to say goodbye to him. Once she was gone, that would be it. Sam knew that, while he couldn't be certain about his plan, it stood a good chance of working. If nothing else, he could keep Jess home a little longer consoling him and taking care of him. Who did she think she was telling him he had to stay home in bed? Not to mention getting Shelby to 'babysit' for him and telling her all about his accidents. He had made his decision. First he peed a little bit. As his urine trickled down over his balls before being fully absorbed into the diaper, Sam could feel himself getting hard again. He couldn't help it. The warm, swelling of the diaper around his genitals felt really good. He took a deep breathe, then hunched over and bent his knees a little forcing a warm mess into the seat of his diaper. It let out a quiet, but still audible wet fart. Feeling his stomach cramp up again, he thought about getting on the bed to get more comfortable... but he wasn't going to get caught there again. He learned his lesson the first time. Instead, he squatted, kneeling down on the carpeted floor of their bedroom as he pushed more soft poop into the seat of his messy diaper. He was finished. He could hear Jess talking with her friends but he wondered what could be taking so long. He sat down on the floor feeling the warm mess spread out inside his diaper and over his testicles. Even if Jess decided to go, she would at least have to spend a little extra time cleaning him up. He then stood up. Growing tired of the mess he'd just made he now contemplated opening the door and calling Jess in to discover what he'd just done. He slipped a pair of baggy sweat pants on. He massaged the front of his diaper a little before pulling the sweat pants all the way up. He then began tiptoeing over to the bedroom door. He put his ear against it and tried to make out the sound of what they were saying outside. "Okay guys well we can get going here in a minute, I'm just gonna go say goodbye to Sam real quick." he heard Jess say. Instantly, Sam took his ear off the door and quickly waddled to the center of the room. "Okay sweetie, we're gonna head out here in a second." said Jess opening the door and walking into the bedroom. She looked at Sam who was now standing in the center of the room just a few steps away from the bathroom. Something didn't look right. "What are you doing?" she asked. Sam wanted to speak but no words came out. In the frantic rush of putting his plan into action he hadn't thought about what to say to Jess. "I uh, tried...to..." said Sam hesitating again. He couldn't bring himself to admit what he'd done. Jess walked over to him. She looked so sexy in her blue dress and the smell of her perfume was incredible. She sniffed the air a little before looking at Sam. "Oh, sweetie, again?" she said. "I'm sorry, Jess. I got up to go and... I don't why it happened. I guess I'm just not feeling well. I'm sorry." he said blushing, now feeling a little guilty more than anything else. "Sweetie, come here." said Jess putting her arms around him and hugging him. Sam sniffled a little, continuing the act hoping elicit a little more sympathy. "Did you make a mess in your diaper, sweetie?" she said stroking his back a little. "Yeah." said Sam quietly. "How does it feel when you make a mess in your diaper?" she asked. "W-w-what?" asked Sam. "How does it feel?" she said very matter of factly. "Um... I don't know." "Well, does it feel good... or does it feel yucky?" "I dunno... yuck, I guess." "You don't like it?" "No." said Sam shaking his head, suddenly becoming paranoid that she was suspicious of him somehow. "So you felt like you had to go and you got up to go to the potty but you couldn't make it?" "Yeah, I tried to get the tapes off before I went in. It would have been easier if I didn't have to wear... this thing." said Sam, as if trying to blame Jess for forcing him to wear his diaper. "If I didn't make you wear that thing, this would have been a disaster." said Jess. 'Oh well' Sam thought- so much for making Jess feel guilty for forcing him to wear his diapers. If anything, it just reinforced the fact that he needed them... not that Jess had any doubts before. "Okay, c'mon." said Jess taking Sam by the hand and opening the bedroom door. Jess caught Sam off guard as she led him into the living room. He didn't know why they had left the bedroom or why they were going out there. "There he is." said Shelby. Sam instantly became paranoid that the other women might smell him. Three of Jess' friends were there, not including Shelby. They all looked gorgeous decked out in tight clothes, sheer dresses, and tight pants. Sam stood in the middle of the living room. They were still a few feet away. "Shelby, can I talk to you for a second?" asked Jess. "Sure." said Shelby walking over to her. "Hey Jessica, aren't you gonna introduce your man to us?" one of the women asked. "Oh, um, sure. Sam this is Jaden, Courtney, and Brooke." "Jess has told us a lot about you." said Brooke leaning in to shake Sam's hand. Sam cringed at the thought that these other girls might know he wore diapers. As Brooke shook his hand, she wrinkled her nose a little. Sam wondered if she could smell him. Sam, Jess, and Shelby both slowly walked toward the bedroom. "Shelby, you're gonna hate me but um... I just found out that Sam here had a little accident." said Jess. "Thats okay, Jess. I'll change him for ya, its not a problem." chirped Shelby. "Well... the thing is... he kind of... pooped his pants." "Again?" asked Shelby sounding suprised. Embarrassed as he was, Sam could only be thankful that they were keeping their voices low as they spoke. "And I'm sorry to throw this on you at the last minute. If I we weren't already late, you know, I'd just change him myself." began Jess. "Jess, say no more. You've been taking care of this boy all day, I'm sure he's thankful for it. But seriously, go and have fun with your friends. I'll get him cleaned up. This is your night out." said Shelby. "Are you sure?" asked Shelby. "Yes, absolutely. Go. Have a blast." said Shelby. "Okay, thanks Shelby, I owe you one." said Jess leaning in and hugging her. "What are friends for, honey?" said Shelby smiling. Sam couldn't believe this was happening. Jess leaned in and hugged Sam. "I love you, sweetie. Shelby's gonna get you all cleaned up, okay? Be good for her, do what she says." said Jess before kissing Sam on the cheek and walking away. He felt like crying again. Jess wouldn't even stay to change his diaper. "You guys have fun." said Shelby waving goodbye. Sam watched as each girl walked out the door one by one until it finally shut behind them. He heard Jess turn the lock behind her. He now heard only the muffled sound of girls talking and giggling outside the door as the sounds slowly faded away. His fate was sealed. He felt Shelby grab his hand and begin leading him into the bedroom. "Okay kiddo, lets get you out of that poopy diaper." said Shelby.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into his parking space just outside his apartment. It was Thursday, and Sam was ready for the weekend. Even though he'd gotten a 'snow day' in the middle of the week, he felt like he'd just worked twice as hard once he went back to work. He felt exhausted. On top of that, he'd seen no action since Jess' recent shopping trip to Victoria's Secret. Between catching a glimpse of her lingerie at Shelby's house, seeing the pink shopping bag in their room, and her subtle but still sexual innuendo during their conversation Monday night- Sam honestly thought that his sex life would be taking a completely new turn. Sam felt almost like he'd been tricked. While Jess had made no promises to him, he felt like the implication of their conversation was clear- If he didn't argue with Jess and let her make the decisions about his diapers, she'd be more relaxed and things would inevitably heat up in the bedroom. Yet nothing had happened within the past two nights. No sexual advances from Jess whatsoever. And even the usual glimpses of the panties she wore under her sleep shirt revealed nothing special. Only a pair of tight briefs... no sign of any provocative thongs, transparent nighties, or special lingerie. To be fair, Sam knew Jess had been stressed at work too, but her purchases from Victoria's Secret had to mean something good for their relationship in the bedroom, didn't they? At the very least, Sam told himself, he would have to be willing to wait for the weekend. The waiting game... Jess greeted Sam with a quick hug as he walked in the front door. She was wearing a baggy t shirt and some pink sweat pants that said 'VICTORIAS SECRET' on the side. 'What a tease' Sam thought to himself as he realized the sweat pants were brand new. But, if nothing else, Jess had been pretty friendly during the past few days. In a way, she was right. They fought less and Sam could only hope that Jess had less stress in her life as a result of his compliance with her plan. "You want some dinner?" asked Jess as she opened up the oven, pulling something out of it. "No... I'm not hungry." said Sam sitting on the couch and staring off into space. "Are you feeling okay, sweetie?" asked Jess. "Yeah... I'm just tired. Actually... I, um... think I'm gonna go to bed early." said Sam, knowing full well what that would mean. "Okay, honey. You know its only 8, right?" "Yeah... I know... I'm just really tired." "Are you sure you're feeling okay, sweetie?" said Jess sitting down next to him on the couch, putting her arm around him, and putting her hand on his forehead. "Yeah, just tired I guess." said Sam absent mindedly. "Okay, well why don't you go brush your teeth and I'll meet you in the bedroom to help you get ready for bed, okay?" Sam nodded, got up, and proceeded to the bedroom. He brushed his teeth and began taking off his work clothes. He slid down his pants and began unbuttoning his shirt. Just as he sat down on the bed wearing only his undershirt and a pair of white boxer briefs, Jess walked in... without knocking of course. "Okay, lets get you diapered up." said Jess, opening the dresser drawer and unfolding a disposable diaper. Sam thought it strange as he realized that Jess had moved his diapering supplies from the closet to the dresser. Since she'd taken over doing everything for him, Sam hadn't paid any attention to where his nightly supplies were. He'd just assumed that she'd been getting them from his over stocked gym bag that had remained in the living room for the past few days- his diaper bag. While Sam tried to tell himself that WHERE his supplies were kept didn't matter at all, the whole arrangement just seemed to reinforce the fact that Jess was in change now... and that she had total control of his diapers. Jess sat his open diaper on the bed next to him. "Stand up." she said. Sam did as he was told. Jess sat an unfolded towel on the edge of the bed. Sam jumped a little as he felt her hands grab hold of the waistband of his underwear and yank them down in one quick motion. It seemed that, in a split second, he was naked with his underwear around his ankles. He stepped out of them while trying to cover his genitals with his hands from his wife's view. "Lay down. Grab your legs." said Jess. Sam laid down on the towel and grabbed his legs. Jess shook baby powder onto his butt and rubbed it in. "Down." she said. His bare butt came to rest on the soft padding of an open diaper. Then, she grabbed a bottle of baby oil and squirted some into her hands before rubbing them together. She rubbed it into his crotch before liberally applying it to his balls. "Its been real cold lately and I don't want your skin to dry out too much. Too much baby powder can do that." she said. 'This was torture' thought Sam to himself as she rubbed some oil into his hardening penis. The past two nights, Jess had been quick to pull the diaper closed just as she'd noticed Sam getting an erection... leaving him to lay in bed, confined in his thick disposable diaper. And he didn't dare massage himself. But just as Sam began resenting the feeling of his wife's oily warm hands, he noticed that she still seemed to be rubbing the oil in despite the fact that he was now very hard. "What are you so excited about, mister sleepy head?" asked Jess with a small smirk on her face. "It just... feels good." said Sam sitting up with a small smile on his face. "Hey, I didn't say you could sit up. C'mon sweetie, lay down, we still have to get you diapered if you're going to bed." said Jess putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back onto the bed. Sam did as he was told. Jess began rolling up his t shirt but, to his surprise, she squirted more baby oil into her hands and gently grabbed his balls. "Is my boy getting all hot and hard?" she asked. Sam nodded. "Close your eyes, sweetie." Sam did as he was told. Jess slowly began stroking his shaft. "You like the way that feels?" she asked. "Yeah..." said Sam. "Do you sometimes get excited in your diaper?" asked Jess. "Yeah..." sighed Sam, totally lost in the feeling of his wife's warm hand on his shaft. Slowly, Jess let go of Sam's erect penis. "Are you pretty still tired, sweetie?" she asked. "A little." said Sam. "Do you want me to tape your diaper up so you can get some some sleep?" asked Jess. "What? No!" said Sam opening his eyes now. "Hey! What did I say? Close your eyes, c'mon, keep em' closed." said Jess. Sam did as he was told. He felt his wife's warm breath on his neck. She whispered in his ear. "Its okay, sweetie. Just relax." Sam nodded. He could hear Jess opening up the bottle of baby oil. He felt her grab his balls again. "I can tell you get excited sometimes when I get you ready for bed. And you've been a good boy not to play with yourself while you're wearing your diaper. So I think you deserve a reward." She then began stroking his shaft again... now harder and faster. Sam sighed again. It felt so good. Unable to control himself, he came. He breathed a sigh of relief but kept his eyes closed. Only a few seconds later, he flinched feeling a cold baby wipe on his chest, then his penis followed by the familiar feeling of Jess sprinkling powder on his balls and rubbing it in. She then pulled his diaper up and taped it in place. Feeling sleepy now, Sam rolled over and pulled his shirt down to cover himself. He crawled up to the top of the bed and pulled the covers over himself. He glanced at Jess as she wiped off her hands with a few baby wipes. He felt her tussle his hair and kiss him on the forehead. His eyes were closed and he was drifting off to sleep as he heard the bedroom door close as she walked out. He was warm, snug, and happy. Sam opened his eyes later that night, feeling the uncomfortable feeling of cold baby wipes on his genitals. He saw Jess standing over him, his diaper open, wiping him down. She was wearing a short, grey t shirt and a pair of tight black boyshorts. With the covers off, he now felt a little chilly. "Sorry to wake you, honey. You were really soaked." she said as she continued wiping him. Sam glanced at the digital clock on their nightstand. It was 11:00 p.m. He then felt Jess' warm hands grabbing his ankles and lifting them up. "You're gonna have to help me with your legs, sweetie. Hold them up. There you go. Just like that." said Jess to her groggy, but obedient husband. She slid another diaper under his butt before powdering him and taping it up. Sam, who was barely even awake to begin with, rolled over and fell fast asleep. Sam woke up again in the early morning hours feeling an uncomfortable cramp in his stomach. He could see the faint blue glow of the morning sky. The sun still hadn't come up but glacning at the clock, he saw it was 5:58 a.m. He knew they'd both have to get up for work in about an hour. Sam first thought about just how dry his diaper felt. Possibly a little wet, he thought, but not like it usually was when he woke up. He could still feel the dry particles of powder in his butt cheeks. Just as he began feeling proud of the condition of his diaper, he began to remember Jess waking him in the night to change him. He thought that it could have been a dream... but it explained the very dry condition of his diaper all too well. Feeling his stomach cramp again, Sam curled up into the fetal position hoping to relieve some of the cramping. His stomach was really hurting. He tried unsuccessfully to go back to sleep. He was awake now. He didn't want to wake up Jess if he could help it. His first thought was to go to the kitchen and get some tums. But fearing a repeat of Sunday's accident, Sam knew his best bet would be to head to the bathroom. Easier said than done. He knew if he took off his diaper, he could probably wake up Jess later and explain to her that it had been an emergency. He didn't want her to lose any sleep. The real problem was that, ever since Sam started wearing diapers, Jess had slept on the left side of the bed- closest to the bathroom. In a way, it made sense. When Sam was wetting the bed, he had to be as close to the bathroom as possible. Now that the bed was kept dry and they both slept through the night, it only made sense that Jess would be closer to the bathroom... since she was the only one who used it at night. As he slowly sat up in bed, his discomfort increased. Sam began wondering what he'd eaten the previous day that was causing such cramps. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. Jess groaned a little but didn't wake up. Sitting there, hunched over, Sam was afraid to get up. He told himself he could make it to the bathroom but he would have to be extra careful when standing up. After a few minutes of sitting on the edge of the bed, gathering strength, Sam decided he would have to stand up. It was now or never. Slowly he got onto his feet, but he couldn't stand up straight. He just stood there, hunched over, his stomach still cramping. Just as he began walking, he stomach cramped up once more and he lost all control filling the seat of his diaper with warm, mushy poop. "Dammit." Sam whispered to himself. He was still groggy and half asleep... but he knew what he'd just done. 'Not again' he thought to himself. Going to the bathroom wasn't an option anymore. He glanced over at the bed. Jess was sound asleep. His stomach began cramping again. Feeling very weak on his feet now, Sam slowly climbed back into bed, being careful not to wake Jess up... not yet anyway. He laid down on top of the covers and curled up in the fetal position again trying to get comfortable, all the while being very careful not to lay down on his back or roll over. He wanted to prevent the mess from spreading out as much as he could. Just as he began feeling another cramp come over him, Sam got onto his knees and grabbed two pillows to rest his upper body on. He buried his face in the pillow and pushed more poop into the seat of his diaper letting out an audible, wet sounding fart. He heard Jess groan again and roll over. In another wet fart, Sam squirted out some runny poop into the seat of his messy diaper. His diaper was full and he was finished. While still very weak and very tired, he felt great relief. He then glanced over at Jess. She was awake and staring at him. Still on his knees, it must have been obvious what he was doing. Jess sat up in bed. "What happened, Sam?" she asked. "I'm not feeling well." he groaned, laying down on his stomach. Jess sighed and put her hand on his forehead again. "I think you have a fever, sweetie." said Jess. Sam just groaned. "Did you have a number two accident?" she asked. "Yeah... I'm sorry." Jess said nothing, she just stroked his hair a little but before getting out of bed and walking out of the room. Still groggy, Sam wondered where she had gone. He could hear the coffee pot gurgling in the other room and he could swear he heard Jess' voice. Sam carefully rolled onto his side, feeling the warm mess inside his diaper shift around. Jess walked back into the bedroom. "Okay, you've got a fever and you're obviously not feeling well so... I called your office and my office and told them we wouldn't be coming to work today." "You don't have to stay home with me." mumbled Sam. "Um... yeah I do actually. Because its obvious you're really not feeling well and you're gonna need someone to take care of you and change your diapers today." said Jess walking over to the dresser and pulling out a box of baby wipes and a new diaper.

Well, it says "THE END" because the story is finished. So, for this particular story, no- you shouldn't be expecting anymore updates. If you like my writing, I am currently working on another story 'Sam and Jess' that I hope is just as enjoyable. Thanks.

"So maybe I am misinterpreting this but it sounds like Jess is going to give him a spanking." Sorry to disappoint but you won't see that in this story. While my writing contains some AB-type of elements, you'll find I usually stop short of scenarios that are really outrageous or unbelievable. I'm not 100 percent sure I'd really consider myself an AB (but perhaps you can decide that for yourself based on my stories) but suffice it to say that most of my stories stop short of becoming a serious AB kind of stories. People don't get spanked, people don't sleep in cribs, people don't sit in high chairs, and they don't dress like babies. The things that happen in the story are a bit more subtle than that. I totally understand that plenty of people on these boards LOVE to read kind of thing, but its just tough for me to rationalize it in a story and have it be believable. I hope everyone will still finding the story enjoyable. Feel free to leave more comments. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sam slipped on a green polo shirt and combed his shaggy hair a little. He figured that he looked presentable enough. Dinner at 7 pm meant that Sam stood a decent chance of being able to get home BEFORE the clock struck 9:30. Trying desperately to put the previous day's accident out of his mind, he confidently pulled a pair of baggy jeans over his pair of navy blue boxer-briefs. He walked out into the living room and saw Jess looking gorgeous as ever sitting on the couch in a pair of tight jeans and a purple sweater. Walking up behind her, he smirked a little bit as he caught a glimpse of the waistband of her black and red striped panties peeking out from her jeans. 'Not the sexiest pair she owned' he thought, 'but still a turn on'. Sam had given Jess her space for the past 24 hours, knowing full well she was probably a little upset about his accident on Sunday. But now, he thought he might stand a chance at having yet another romantic encounter with Jess. After the incredible sex they'd had over the weekend, he figured anything was possible. "Ready to go?" he asked Jess. "In a minute. We need to talk first. Have a seat." said Jess patting the couch. As Sam slowly sat down on the couch, he couldn't help but glance at Jess' breasts. The sweater she was wearing showed off a little more cleavage than usual. "Whats up?" he asked tentatively. "I wanted to have a little discussion with you about your... protection." said Jess. Just as Jess said that, he glanced at a familiar looking gym bag sitting by the front door. He sighed, knowing full well the contents of the bag. "I realize that wearing... diapers isn't easy for you. Its not always easy for me either. But you are my husband and I love you and I accept you for who you are." said Jess putting her hand on Sam's. "Uh... thanks." he said awkwardly. "And I want you to know that what I'm about to tell you has nothing to do with your accident yesterday." "Oh, c'mon, Jess. You said so yourself there was nowhere to stop. I did my best to hold it but-" "Sam..." began Jess putting her hand on his shoulder. "What?" he asked. "Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking. Sam, you know I was a nurse. Changing a few diapers is not a big deal for me. Even the occasional messy diaper is okay with me. But what bothered me the most yesterday is that I was trying to be understanding, I was trying to be there for you, and I still got an argument. Trust me, no one WANTS to change a poopy diaper. It was just something that had to be done. I had a great vacation, Sam. Seriously I did. But I'm standing there and all I wanted was to help you get cleaned up. All I wanted was to make sure my husband would be comfortable for the car ride home. All I wanted was to make sure you didn't get a rash which, trust me on this Sam, would have made just sitting down pretty painful for you. I just wanted to be there for you and I got that same attitude that I always get when we're talking about your protection. I understand it was an accident. I really do. I know accidents are bound to happen. But sitting there in a poopy diaper and arguing with me about needing a change was... well, really immature to say the least. I would expect that from a two year old... but not from my adult husband." "I'm... sorry." said Sam staring at the floor. "But Sam, it happens all the time. I'll ask you to lay down so I can diaper you, and I'll get an argument. And I think we both know if you're peeing in your underpants because we can't find bathrooms fast enough, then its time to wear some protection. You know you have a problem. You know you need protection. All I'm asking is for you to be mature about it. Okay?" "Y-y-yeah." said Sam hesitantly, unsure of what Jess was going to say next. "Remember when I counted in the car?" Sam nodded, eyes still fixed on the floor. "Sam, look at me." He looked into Jess' eyes. She looked more serious than ever. "So, since you've been acting like a child, I'm gonna start treating you like one. So... from now on, when I tell you you're going to have to wear a diaper, I don't want any arguments. My goal isn't to have you wearing diapers 24/7, but you're going to wear protection whenever I think you need it... since you've proven to me that you can't make that decision yourself. And if you argue with me, I'm gonna talk to you like you're a little 5 year old and I'm just going to ask 'do I need to count to three?' And then you'll know I'm serious. I'm done arguing with you, Sam. I'm so, so done. And since you haven't been very responsible about your diapers and you throw a tantrum every time I try to get you to wear them, I'm going to be totally responsible for diapering you. You won't have to worry about getting the tapes right anymore or me checking them because you won't be allowed to diaper yourself. I'll be in change of all diapering and diaper changes. And when I'm not around, Shelby will fill in for me. But until further notice, when it comes to your protection, I'm going to be calling the shots." Sam was speechless. He didn't know what to say. This conversation was all so sudden to him. "I just want to lay down some ground rules so you'll know what to expect. I'll expect you to come to me whenever you need a change but I'll probably check your diaper fairly regularly since Shelby told me you're not always completely honest when you have an accident. Now you may not feel this way now, but I'm doing this because I love you. I know that wearing diapers hasn't been easy but, I've given you plenty of time, and now you need to accept that you need diapers. In a lot of ways, it'll be easier for you now that you don't have to worry about taping yourself up, or accidents, or changes or any of that. I'm not trying to run your life. You're still an adult and you'll be making all the decisions when it comes to your job, our money, your car - all that. But when it comes to your diapers, you no longer get to make any decisions about it." Sam sighed. He still couldn't bring himself to speak. "And we'll see how you do these next few months. If you cooperate with me and with Shelby whenever she's here, then I might reconsider all this. If you're mature about everything these next few months, then I might consider letting you practice with your tapes a little. Shelby and I will show you how to do them and, eventually, if you want to be more independent, I'd consider letting you diaper yourself. But we are not at that point yet. For now, its completely out of your control. So I'm bringing your diaper bag with us to dinner tonight. Shelby knows all about it. And wherever we are at 9:30, which will probably be at Shelby's, I'm going to tell you that its time to get ready for bed and you're not going to give me any arguments. And... you should also know that the best way you can impress me right now is to listen to everything I say when it comes to your diapers. And you know, Sam... if you cooperate with me and do what I want... I'll be a lot more likely to cooperate with you and give you something that You want." said Jess looking into Sam's eyes and putting her hand on his again. Sam was still speechless. He realized now that he had finally pushed Jess too far. It was no use to argue now. Jess always won anyway. The only thing he ever seemed to accomplish was making her madder at him. Feeling her warm hand on his was the last straw for Sam. He knew he had lost the petty struggle he had fought with Jess. He was now at a crossroads. One path led him to trying to stand up for himself and tell Jess that she couldn't push him around. But he knew it was just another way for him to deny his wetting problem. He knew it would lead to to fights, anger, and distance from his wife. The other path promised a new relationship... perhaps a closer one which would be sure to have a more promising sex life. The only catch was that he would have to give up his independence, at least when it came to diapers. But after the amazing sexual experience he'd had over the weekend, he knew there was only one right choice. He loved his wife... he wanted to make love to her... he wanted some release of the tension that had built up between them. He had to give in. "So what do you say, sweetie? Are we going to have any problems?" asked Jess. Sam wanted to speak but the words simply wouldn't come out of his mouth. "Don't look so afraid, sweetie. I love you. I just want things to be better between us and I don't want us to fight so much. So what do you say? Are you and me going to have any problems?" "No." Sam said quietly. Jess smiled. "Good. I'm glad to hear it... come here." she said leaning in and wrapping her arms around him. "You know I love you and I just want to take care of you. Right, sweetie?" asked Jess as she stroked his back. "Yeah." said Sam quietly doing his best to hold back tears. He didn't know why he felt so emotional all of the sudden. In truth, he couldn't imagine his life would change all that much. He'd still be in diapers. He'd still get ready for bed at 9:30. And yet he suddenly felt such an overwhelming wave of emotion... it was all he could do to hold back tears. Part of him felt frustration and a little resentment... but mostly he just felt relieved somehow- like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Now are you ready to go enjoy some of Shelby's good cookin'?" asked Jess. With a sniffle, Sam smiled and nodded his head. He had to admit that Shelby was a really good cook and he knew full well that the chicken pasta she'd be cooking would be amazing. With that, the two of them stood up and left the apartment. Sam walked slightly behind Jess staring at the gym bag draped around her shoulder. They arrived at Shelby's house a little after 7:30. "Hey Jess. Sam! How are you?" she said leaning in and giving him a hug. He liked the smell of her perfume but, somehow, her hugs always made Sam just the slightest bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that he always felt that he didn't know her that well. Maybe it was the fact that her large breasts seem to press right up against him when she embraced him. Either way, the hug actually served to put Sam at ease a little bit. Considering the argument they'd had the last time he'd seen her... not to mention the embarrassment he'd faced, he was glad that there were no hard feelings. In fact, it was almost as if those two days where Shelby had diapered him for bed had never happened. "Can I get you guys anything to drink? Jess, is Sam allowed to have a beer?" asked Shelby. "I don't see why not. I drove tonight. Sam's wide awake. Your bathroom's only a few feet away so I don't see what could go wrong." smiled Jess. Sam blushed a little at this comment but said nothing. "You want a beer or a glass of wine, Sam?" asked Shelby. "Oh, um... a beer, please." said Sam. "Isn't he polite?" said Jess with a smile. "He most certainly is." said Shelby twisting the top off a bottle of beer and handing it to Sam. Jess leaned in and kissed Sam on the cheek. He looked at her and they both smiled. As usual, Shelby's cooking was fantastic. Overall, Sam was pleasantly surprised by the way the evening was going. Apart from Shelby's condescending question to Jess about him having a beer, everything seemed pretty normal. They discussed their jobs, the stresses of day to day life, and they even talked a little about their vacation in the mountains. Sam cringed when the topic came up but, to his surprise, there was no mention of his diapers or his accident. Jess only spoke of the massage appointment Sam had made for her and praised him for being so sweet. "Can I get you another beer, Sam?" asked Shelby as she picked up Sam's plate and fork. "Sure." said Sam with a friendly smile. "Wow!" said Jess abruptly, as she opened the blinds and looked out Shelby's window. "What's up, Jess?" asked Shelby as she sat the dishes in the sink. "Its like a blizzard out there!" said Jess, eyes still fixed on the window. Sam got up to look over her shoulder. Sure enough, she was right. While there had been no snow on the way over, the streets were now carpeted with at least an inch of fresh, white, powdery snow. The large snow flakes seemed to be blowing in almost horizontally as the frigid wind gusted wildly. Sam was pretty surprised. It was late in the season for such a snow storm and he hadn't heard any recent weather reports. "Maybe we should head home." said Jess looking apprehensively out the window. "Shit, the roads look horrible." said Jess. "You guys should stay here tonight." said Shelby. "Oh, we couldn't possibly do that to you, Shel." said Jess. "No, seriously. The roads are going to be horrible. Besides, it'll be fun being snowed in together. You guys can call in sick to work tomorrow and sleep in. And Jess, you can relax and have a glass of wine if you don't have to worry about driving anywhere." said Shelby. "Well, I mean, if you don't mind. I guess... we could. I mean... we have all of Sam's supplies for the night and..." "Good, its settled. I'll make up a bed for you guys on the floor and I'll pour you a glass of wine." said Shelby with a smile. With two quick calls to their offices, Sam and Jess were off the hook for work the next morning. They'd had plenty of vacation time saved up. Talking to Shelby, both Sam and Jess agreed that their biggest vice was spending too much time at work and too little time cutting loose and having fun. The atmosphere was Shelby's apartment quickly became more like a party as they laughed, joked, drank wine, and watched; out the window, the thick haze of snow blowing in- which showed no signs of stopping. Sam eventually excused himself to use the restroom. His bladder had become pretty full after several beers and a few glasses of wine. Just as he flushed the toilet, he glanced at his watch noticing the time. 9:27. In all the fun of being snowed in, Sam had completely lost track of time. As he exited the bathroom, he could only hope that Shelby and Jess had lost track too. Sam sighed as he walked back into the living room and saw Jess kneeling on the floor with a folded diaper in one hand and a bottle of baby powder in the other. "Shel, do you have an old towel we could borrow." asked Jess. "Sure, let me run and get it." said Shelby walking out of the room. "Time to get ready for bed, sweetie. Although you know you can stay up as late as you want... as long as you're, you know, all ready." said Jess with a small grin on her face. Sam nodded and sat down on the couch. Shelby came back into the living room with a towel in her hand. "Okay, here's that. I was gonna go put some dishes in the dishwasher. Do you guys need anything else?" "Nope. Thanks, I think we're all set." said Jess. "Okay." said Shelby walking out of the living room. "Okay, assume the position." said Jess with a friendly smile. Sam felt awkward about taking off his pants in someone else's home but he said nothing. Nervous, he started but sliding down his jeans and stepping out of them. He now stood before Jess in only his polo shirt and boxer briefs. Actually, a pretty dignified outfit when Sam considered the garment he was about to put on. He nervously glanced toward the kitchen. Shelby's back was turned to him. "Sweetie, you know its nothing she hasn't seen before. She's diapered you too, remember?" said Jess. Sam nodded and slowly slid his underwear down before sitting down on the towel that Jess had set up on the floor. "Legs." said Jess. Sam laid back and grabbed his legs. Jess sprinkled baby powder over his butt and testicles before rubbing it all in. She then slowly unfolded his thick, disposable diaper. Sam figured she was probably going just a little slower because, after having two glasses of wine, she wasn't quite as efficient as usual. Still... his diaper fit just as snug as ever as she pulled it up between his legs and pulled the numerous tapes into place. In some ways, Sam was glad he wouldn't have to fiddle with those tapes anymore. While it had never happened, he was always paranoid he might get them wrong one night while sneaking out of bed to use the bathroom and pee all over himself later in the night. Just as Jess smoothed out the last of the tapes, Shelby emerged from the kitchen. Sam sat up and tried to cover his crotch with the front of his polo shirt. "So is that brand pretty absorbent?" asked Shelby sitting down on the couch. Sam grabbed his pants and draped them across his lap. He was too shy to actually stand up and put them on. Doing so would reveal to Shelby a clear view of his diaper. Instead he just used them to cover himself. "Yeah, I'd say so. We haven't had any leaks since we started using them." said Jess as she folded Sam's boxer breifs and set them inside the gym bag along with the bottle of baby powder. "Hmmm..." said Shelby staring at Sam, and taking another sip of her wine. "Is everything okay?" asked Jess. "Yeah... I'm just thinking..." said Shelby, eyes still fixed on Sam. Sam said nothing. He just sat silently in the middle of the room, now uncomfortable that he'd become the center of attention. He felt like a nervous child. "Thinking about what?" asked Jess. "Well, Sam, I know this might be a little embarrassing for you but I think it would probably be best if you kept your pants off for the rest of the evening." Sam raised his eyebrows but still didn't dare say a word. He wondered if Shelby was doing this just to humiliate him... just to get revenge for the argument they'd had earlier. "Jess, I'm not trying to embarrass your boy here but the reason I say that is because when Sam has an accident, at least when he's around me, he's not always very... up front about it." said Shelby. "Well, Shel, just know that I'm going to be checking his diaper constantly to make sure that I know as soon as he-" began Jess. "No, I know that. Its just that... well, I know he's a bit accident prone when he drinks and, we've all been drinking. I just don't want him to spring a leak or... you know, do a number on my couch because we didn't check him. You know, no pun intended." With this both Shelby and Jess snickered. It was hardly a big laugh. In fact, it was pretty obvious that they were both trying to hold in their laughter but, due to the fact that they'd both been drinking, they simply couldn't help themselves. Jess looked at Sam, who hadn't said a word the entire time. She tussled his hair a little. Sam had wanted to say something but he didn't dare argue. He felt like a toddler as he listened to the way Jess and Shelby talked about him... as if he wasn't even in the room. "Well... Shelby... its your house so, its your rules. You know Sam and I would both be embarrassed beyond belief if he ruined your sofa or something. But Sam and I had a talk today and he's gonna come and tell me just as soon as he has any accidents. Right, sweetie?" Sam nodded. Jess folded up his pants and put them into the gym bag. "I know its a little embarrassing to go without pants, Sam. But it'll make diaper checks a whole lot easier and, just so you know I'm not cruel. I'm getting up right now to turn up the heat in here so you won't be cold and I'm gonna run to my bedroom and grab a sweatshirt for you that I sometimes sleep in. Its a few sizes too big and I think it'll really keep you warm tonight." said Shelby getting up off the couch. Shelby returned and handed Sam the sweatshirt. Sam retreated into the hallways and pulled his polo shirt off before pulling the sweatshirt over himself. It almost went all the way down to his knees and the sleeves covered most of his hands. Just then, Sam's cell phone began ringing. He instantly realized that he'd left it on the coffee table in the living room. "Sam!" he heard Jess shout. "What?" he shouted back. "You should probably get this. Its your office calling." he heard Jess say. Sam walked into the living room and picked up the phone. It was his boss. While Sam was as respectful as he could be, he made it clear that he couldn't come into work. He knew he had plenty of vacation time and that his boss had only called to try and persuade him. He knew full well just how much he was valued as an employee and the call only served to reinforce that feeling. But Sam was distracted during the call as he sat down on the couch. He pulled the sweatshirt down to cover his diaper but the fact that Shelby and Jess were sitting right across from him still made him a bit nervous. He felt like they were staring at him again. Shelby took another sip of wine, then leaned over and whispered something to Jess. She smiled and then shook her head. Shelby whispered to her again. Jess shrugged her shoulders... then giggled a little. Just as he was becoming positive that they were both making some kind of mean comments about his diapers, the two of them got up together and left the room. After a few more minutes of politely apologizing to his boss and explaining that he would come into work if the weather cleared up tomorrow, he hung up the phone. Sam could hear giggling down the hallway. Curious about what Shelby and Jess could possibly be doing in her bedroom, he slowly walked down the hallway. Shelby's bedroom door was open just a crack and the lights were on. As Sam came around the corner, he peered into her room. Shelby and Jess stood in the middle of the room staring into the large, bedroom mirror. Shelby standing there in only a pair of tight jeans and a low cut, black bra that exposed a lot of cleavage and Jess in only a lacy red thong and a matching red bra. Sam couldn't believe his eyes. But as soon as he caught sight of them, they noticed his reflection in the mirror. "Whoa." said Shelby grabbing a pillow off the bed to cover herself. Jess quickly ran up and hid herself behind the bedroom door, leaving it open just wide enough for her to poke her head out. "Hey, Sam." she said. "Ever heard of knocking?" he heard Shelby say. "I'm sorry. The door was, um... open." said Sam with a blank stare on his face. "What are you guys doing?" he asked, knowing that it was a reasonable and logical question. "I guess we had a little too much to drink, eh Shel? Well, we uh... went to Victoria's Secret earlier today when we were shopping and... Shelby thought it might be kinda fun to try on some of the things we bought today... you know, see how they fit." "Cool." said Sam with a smile on his face. He could feel the familiar sensation of his erection beginning to press up against the inside of his dry, powdered diaper. "Um... do I get to see?" asked Sam, still grinning, thinking about the incredibly sexy sight that he'd glimpsed for only a quick second. "Maybe later... if you're lucky." said Jess smiling and shutting the bedroom door. Sam could hear them whispering inside the bedroom. "He scared me when I saw him standing right there. You need to teach him to knock." said Shelby. "You shouldn't have left the door open, Shelby!" said Jess. "I guess I'm a little more tipsy than I thought. So do you like this bra on me?" "Yeah, its really sexy. Your boobs look great in it." "Really?" "Yeah, I'm totally jealous of your boobs." He heard them both giggle. "Whats Sam doing?" "I don't know, I think he went back to the living room." Now fearful that he could be caught eavesdropping, Sam retreated back to the living room. With his erection pressing up against the inside of his diaper, he had to waddle awkwardly to get out of the hallway. Sitting down on the couch, he couldn't help but think about the wonderful sight that he'd seen. Jess shopping for lingerie at Victoria's Secret was a good sign for their sex life. In fact, Sam knew that she owned very few thongs. She'd always said that they'd felt like a permanent wedgie. The fact that she'd purchased one said a lot. The temperature in the apartment had gone up considerably and, even though he was only wearing a sweatshirt, he felt very comfortable. Figuring he was alone, he now began to massage the front of his diaper a little. It felt good but, unfortunately, the thick padding made it difficult for him to get a grip on his penis. It was so frustrating to be so aroused and have such difficulty getting any satisfaction. He just wished he could watch his wife try on lingerie. He felt so left out. On top of that, he now had to pee. Determined to get her attention again, he marched back down the hallway. He knew full well that he'd have to ask Jess to untape his diaper in order for him to make it to the bathroom. As luck would have it, the bathroom door was closed and the light was on. Thinking it was Jess, he walked right up and knocked on the door. "Um... can I help you?" he heard Shelby's voice say. "Shelby? Its Sam... I uh, have to go pee." "Well, I'll be out in just a minute, you'll have to be patient." Sam then turned and knocked on the bedroom door. "Jess?" he said. "Sam? Don't come in. I'm changing." "I have to go pee." Sam announced. "Okay, well I'll be out in just a minute. Go into the living room and lay down on the towel. I'll come untape your diaper in just a sec." Sam rolled his eyes. All he wanted to do was pee in the toilet like a normal, adult human being. He was tired of being ignored. Still feeling a little bit tipsy, his bladder now full, Sam just stood in the hallway peeing into his diaper, enjoying the warm feeling of the garment expanding as it absorbed his urine. Once his diaper was good and full, he waddled back to the living room feeling the bulging garment sag underneath the baggy sweatshirt he was wearing. He thought for a moment of plopping down on Shelby's couch. His diaper, absorbent as it was, just might leak a bit. While the thought made him smile a little, he really didn't want to cause any trouble. So he simply sat down on the towel Jess had left on the floor... now totally ready to get changed out of his warm, soggy diaper. He heard the flush of a toilet down the hall, then the sound of the bedroom door opening, then the sound of Jess talking to Shelby. Jess emerged wearing a short, pink satin nightgown. Not the scantily clad thong that he'd hoped to get a better look at... but not bad either, he thought to himself. "Okay, lets get that diaper off so you can run and go potty." said Jess kneeling down and pushing Sam's shoulders back. "Actually, Jess. I um... couldn't hold it so I... um." "Oh yeah, I don't know how I missed that. You're soaked, sweetie." said Jess, now staring at Sam's bulging diaper. Just then, Shelby walked out wearing a relatively unimpressive pair of sweat pants and a tight, white t shirt. Her black bra almost visible underneath. "Whats up, guys?" she said. "Well, Sam had a little accident here and I think he could really use a change right about now." said Jess. "You need a hand? I wouldn't want you to ruin your new nightie." said Shelby kneeling down on the floor. "Sure, thanks, Shel." said Jess. "Its what I'm here for." she said with a smile. "Lay down, sweetie." said Jess pushing back on Sam's shoulders. Just as he did, he felt Jess ripping the tapes open. Despite the fact that the room was pretty warm, the cool air felt strange on Sam's warm genitals. "Legs." Sam grabbed his legs and Shelby slid the diaper out from under him. "I'm gonna wipe him down, you wanna grab me a new diaper, Shel?" "I'm on it." she said unzipping the gym bag, pulling out another diaper, and unfolding it right before Sam's eyes. Shelby quickly ran the cold wipes over Sam's genitals before sprinkling powder on them. Sam knew that Jess couldn't do much for him while Shelby was there but he had still hoped she'd linger on his genitals with the baby wipes for a little longer. No such luck. Quite the opposite. In fact, just as Sam began to get an erection, Shelby slid the diaper underneath him and pulled it up between his legs. As she taped it into place, Sam couldn't help but thinking that was the quickest diaper change he'd ever experienced- no doubt due to the two experienced diaper changers in front of him. "Well, I'm going to bed. Can I get you guys anything else?" asked Shelby. "Nope, I think we're good." Sam and Jess walked over and laid down in the makeshift bed that Shelby had set up on the floor. It was really no more than pillows and couch cushions, but still comfy. As Jess was pulling the covers over herself, Sam caught a glimpse of a pair of pink, satin panties under Jess' nightgown. Sam could only wish that they were at home and dream of what might be to come. She snuggled up behind him and put her arm around him. She whispered in his ear. "I'm proud of you, sweetie. You did really good tonight. See how easy it is when you don't argue?" said Jess patting Sam's diapered butt.

Thanks for all the comments. I'm always flattered people care enough to leave comments at all and I always want to hear opinions. I like hearing people's opinions of the characters and their motivations. Constructive criticism in particular is always valuable to me. Bonsai, not exactly sure what you mean by saying "sexual descriptions have created little empathy for the characters." Do you feel that some of the descriptions in the story are superficial and you're looking forward to seeing more intimate character development? Or are you simply suggesting that, for the most part, there has not been a lot of actual sex in the story? Either way, it sounds like you were pleased with the latest installment. Leave comments (positive or negative) any time guys! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam and Jess were quiet for most of the ride home. He couldn't help wondering if Jess blamed him for what happened. In a way, she was right. It could have been a lot worse if he hadn't been wearing a diaper. In theory, an accident like this could have happened at any time. Sam tried to tell himself that it was just bad timing but the fact of the matter was that he was still a little shaken. After all, this was the first time he had pooped his pants since he was 8 years old. There was a strange comfort and peace of mind that came from wearing a diaper, not only for him, but for Jess also. They both knew the alternative would always be worse. Despite the fact that Sam was beginning to get used to wearing diapers, he still had some very mixed feelings about them. It all came down to a bold trade off between physical and emotional comfort- one that Sam had always been reluctant to make. If he held it in and tried to use the bathroom, he'd feel more secure about himself but far more uncomfortable. And of course, if he had an accident WITHOUT protection, he'd suffer a huge blow to his ego. On the other hand, if he wore a diaper, he could be afforded the mental security of knowing his accident could be contained along with the added physical comfort of knowing that he didn't need to obsess about holding everything in. He had begun to feel so comfortable that, occasionally, he would use his diaper on purpose just so he wouldn't have to get up. But he always told himself it was for a specific reason- like the previous night when he'd wet his diaper to enjoy a tender moment snuggling with his wife. He was, after all, on vacation. Even the feeling of having an accident in his diaper hadn't been as bad as he'd thought it would be. For years, Sam has experienced the feeling of wet sheets and, in a few select cases, wet pants. The coldness, the dampness, the stains, the embarrassment. He now had an opportunity to leave all of that behind. Sam now realized that accidents in diapers weren't nearly as bad. When he peed, the garment would wick all the moisture away from his skin leaving him with only a feeling of warmth. While there was bound to be some inevitable embarrassment, it probably wouldn't really be 'public' embarrassment and the peace of mind he would have would be wonderful. But it was still such a struggle for him to admit it to Jess. He'd always tried to act tough around her but, at the end of the day, she always wore the pants in the relationship. Admitting that he NEEDED diapers, not only at night, but during public outings and long car trips too was still too much for him to handle. Despite all the embarrassment of the day, Sam was glad Jess had changed his diaper. He wouldn't have known where to even begin changing it on his own, even if she would have allowed it. And her past experiences as a nurse had certainly paid off and the change had been far shorter than he'd expected. In a way, the experience had been more surreal than embarrassing. Sam knew he had a serious accident and made a huge mess. But his clothing was fine, the car was fine, and the smell was now gone- and he hadn't done a thing with the exception of sitting still. He hadn't cleaned up anything. One moment he was in a poopy diaper, and the next he was sitting by his wife driving home like nothing had happened. In fact, he actually felt a lot cleaner than usual. The rash cream, the extra powder, the clean diaper were all extra comfortable. He couldn't bring himself to thank Jess but, in retrospect, he was actually glad she hadn't allowed him to ride home like that for an hour... not to mention the diaper rash that could have followed. Now trying to get his mind off of diapers, AND the embarrassing morning that had revolved around them, Sam began reflecting on the previous evening. The sex had been nothing short of great... probably for Jess too he reasoned. He hadn't heard such moans since their wedding night. Sam began to feel his erection begin to press up against the fresh padding of his new diaper. Very nonchalantly, he leaned forward a little trying to afford himself a more comfortable position but his erection wasn't going away. He pressed his hand up against the front of his sweat pants in an attempt to rearrange things a little but the padding was so thick, it was difficult to feel himself through the diaper. In truth, the thing he hated most about diapers was not the accidents or the embarrassment, it was the fact that when he was diapered, the thick padding (as soft and comfortable as it was) made it difficult to relieve himself sexually... or even really touch or feel himself underneath. He grabbed at the front of his diaper to get a better grip. His penis slid over to a different corner of the diaper. The shift felt really good. Not only did he have more room now, but the extra powder Jess used meant there was almost no friction inside the diaper. He couldn't help himself. Very slowly, hoping Jess would be too preoccupied with driving to notice, he grabbed the front of his diaper again with one hand... being very careful to glance at the time on his cell phone hoping to distract Jess. Just then, his concentration was interrupted by the sound of her voice. "Thats disgusting, Sam. You know I don't like it when you do that." "Do what?" asked Sam innocently. "You know exactly what. You know, I'm trying not to be mad about the fact that I just changed my adult husband's messy diaper... because I know it was an accident and I know you couldn't help it. But on top of that, now I've got to watch you sitting in the passenger seat touching yourself the whole way home. Seriously, Sam. Not here. Not now." "I'm... sorry. I was just... uncomfortable." said Sam timidly. "Well, I'm uncomfortable watching you play with yourself... so there." It wasn't long before they were home. Sam took off his diaper and took a long shower. Not that he needed to shower necessarily... he was pretty clean, but now that he was allowed to take his diaper off for the rest of the day, he wanted to get rid of the babyish aroma of the powder and the diaper rash cream still on his butt. Jess sat in the living room with the telephone poised at her ear. "Hello?" said a voice on the other end. "Hey Shelby, its Jess." she said. "Oh hi, Jess. Hows it going? How was your trip?" "Good... I guess. I mean, we made really good time and we even got back a little early." "Excellent. Well, how was your day?" "Well... I changed a poopy diaper today." "You... what?" "I changed a poopy diaper today." "I'm not following... did your friend at the office ask you to babysit again?" "Nope." said Jess with a sigh. "Oh, honey, you don't mean that-" "Yeah, I do." "Sam actually-" "Yep." "And afterwards, you..." "Yep." "What happened?" "I don't want to talk about it right now." "Okay... so... are you and Sam still coming over for dinner tomorrow?" "I don't know. I mean... yeah. Sure, Shelby, of course we are. We just spent all weekend together and I guess I need my space, you know? Look, I get off work at 4 tomorrow. You wanna go shopping just you and me before dinner?" "Sure Jess, whatever you want. You know I'm here for you." "Thanks, Shel." said Jess. Shelby sat across from Jess, attentively listening to her every word as they ate lunch in their favorite restaurant. "So did Sam get on your nerves this weekend?" asked Shelby. "Well, no, I wouldn't say that." said Jess. "When we talked on the phone, it sounded like you really needed a girls' day." "Yeah, I did. Sam was... he was actually real sweet. When we were setting up the trip, he booked a massage for me at the hotel spa." "How was it?" "It was really relaxing, and then we had a romantic dinner that night and... it was just good to get away, you know?" "Did you two... rekindle your romantic relationship?" asked Shelby inquisitively. "Yeah... I guess you could say that." said Jess with a smile. "Oh really? Its been a while hasn't it?" said Shelby with a mischievous grin. Shelby began to blush. "So it was a good trip?" asked Shelby, clearly fishing for a little more information but, at the same time, unwilling to mention what she saw as the elephant in the room. "Yeah it was good. I mean, he fought me about wearing his diapers a few times but... I guess it was a good trip. Until... yesterday when Sam had his... accident." "Was yesterday when he, um, you know... had his little... number two accident?" Jess sighed. "If you don't want to talk about it, I completely understand." said Shelby, now backing off a little. "No... its just... when the food comes, we're definitely changing the subject but... what can I say? We were driving and Sam told me he wanted to stop and find a bathroom. I told him that there wasn't anywhere where we could immediately stop... which there wasn't. I told him to try to hold it... and... he couldn't." "I'm sorry that happened to you, Jess. I know Sam's been a bed wetter for a while but has he ever had any issues with..." "No, none. I mean, to be fair, we were coming out of the mountains and it was a long stretch of road and... I don't know. He told me he thought he could hold it. He had a lot to drink the night before and... I guess maybe his tummy was upset... I don't know. I know he couldn't help it. It was just... a lot to deal with." "Yeah I'm sure. Sam's lucky to have you for a wife. Some women would have freaked out. I'm sure it wasn't a fun experience but this isn't your first adult diaper change." "I know, I know. We've both seen it before. I just... took this desk job at the hospital because I didn't want to deal with that kind of stuff everyday. I didn't want to change diapers for a living." said Jess staring at the menu. "Nobody WANTS to change diapers, hun. Its just part of the job." said Shelby very matter of factly. "I know it is. I guess I just didn't think I would be changing diapers until... well, until I had kids." "With the arguments Sam gives you, its probably like talking to a child... from what you've told me." "Yeah, I guess I was just frustrated with him because of the attitude he gave me when I tried to change him. I know he was embarrassed but it was almost like arguing with a two year old. Its not the diaper change so much, it was just his attitude." "Jess, at a certain point, you need to lay down the law and tell him that he can't argue with you when it comes to his diapers. At this point, he needs to accept that he has a medical condition." "I don't know. I know he's embarrassed by it." "But thats no excuse for his attitude, Jess. You understand that, right?" "Yeah. I don't know why I got so upset. Wet diapers are no big deal. Seriously, at this point, a diaper is like nothing to me. And... even yesterday, like you said, its nothing I haven't seen before. I guess I just have anxiety about Sam having accidents during the daytime because, like I said earlier, he wet himself twice on the way up to the mountains. And that wasn't a big deal but then he had a seriously close call the next day. And he wasn't wearing any protection. I guess, for me, its just the anxiety issue. And, honestly Shelby, if Sam hadn't been wearing a diaper to dinner, I think I just would have been nervous the entire time. I seriously don't think we would have made love at all." "So diapers turn you on?" asked Shelby with a smirk. "Shelby! Dammit, keep your voice down." "I'm sorry, Jess. You know I was just kidding." "Its just that... when Sam is wearing protection, I feel like a weight has just been lifted off my shoulders. Its one less thing to worry about. And I can tell Sam is a lot more calm. Any attitude he gives me is usually before I have to diaper him. Once he's diapered, he usually gets too shy to put up much of a fight. In fact, sometimes he's even kind of sweet. I guess thats what got to me about his accident yesterday. Just the fact that he could actually be sitting there in a poopy diaper and argue with me about needing a change is just... so beyond." "I know its not easy, Jess. But you need to lay down the law. He's getting used to wearing diapers but he's testing you. I told you... men are like children. He's going to keep testing you until you draw a line in the sand and tell him whats acceptable behavior. If Sam NEVER argued about his diapers, do you think you'd stress less?" "Yeah." "Do you think you guys would probably fight less if he just laid down on the bed and assumed the position whenever you told him it was diaper-time?" "Yeah. Most of the spats we have revolve around his diapers. We don't fight about very much else. I guess... once he started wearing protection at night, I thought the tension would just end because we wouldn't be dealing with a wet bed every night. Don't get me wrong, I would never want to go back to the way things were. I just want Sam to stop fighting me tooth and nail every time I have to diaper him or change him."

Jess kept her arm around Sam's shoulder, stroking his back as they walked out of the restaurant. Sam felt a little reassured by the fact that they were both drunk and just a little off balance. Still... as they left the restaurant and walked through the lobby, he felt like everyone was staring at him, like everyone could see his awkward waddle. He breathed a sigh of relief and Jess slid the key card into the door. "I'm sorry, Jess. I thought I could hold it, really. I didn't mean to embarrass you." began Sam. "Hey, Sam, look at me. You didn't embarrass me at all. I don't think I saw a single person look at us. And if they did, so what? We were walking out of a restaurant late at night and we were both a little drunk. If anyone looked at us, they would see a drunk couple, not a guy in wet diaper." "I guess. I dunno, I'm just sorry that happened." "Hey, stop. You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetie." said Jess putting her fingertip over Sam's lips. "Come here." said Jess putting her arms around Sam and hugging him. "You're my husband. I love you... just the way you are... okay?" whispered Jess Sam nodded. Jess then leaned in and looked into Sam's eyes. "Its okay." She then slowly leaned in and stroked his hair a little before kissing him on the lips. Not a big kiss. Not a passionate one. But a little longer than a simple peck on the cheek. Then she walked over to the bed and opened up Sam's gym bag pulling out a small plastic bag, a new diaper, a box of baby wipes, and some powder. "C'mon." she said patting the towel on the bed. Sam slowly walked over until he was standing right next to Jess. Jess gently grabbed hold of his shirt and began untucking it, pulling it out of his pants. She then slowly began unbuttoning it. "Hey stop for a second. Can I at least keep my shirt on?" asked Sam. "Its a nice shirt. I don't want it to get wet, sweetie. We're going to bed soon anyway... would you feel better if I grabbed you a t shirt from your suit case?" Sam nodded. Jess slowly took off his shirt, walked over to his suitcase, and set it down before pulling out a white t shirt. As she did this Sam squirted a little more pee into his diaper, feeling the warmth trickle over his testicles before getting quickly absorbed into the diaper. "Lift your arms up for me." she said. Sam was a little surprised at this command but he did as he was told. As soon as Jess pulled the t shirt over him, she began unbuttoning his pants. As she slid them down around his ankles, Sam stepped out of them. Jess stood there for a moment, feeling the inside of Sam's pants. "All dry." she said with a smile. Jess folded Sam's pants and set them down on the floor. As she leaned over, he could see the outline of her panties beneath her sheer dress. Once again, he felt his erection pressing up against the warm inside of his diaper. Jess put her hands on his shoulders. "Sit down." she said. As Sam stood there looking at Jess, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't know exactly why he felt so down. On the one hand, he was touched by his wife's kind words. And yet he felt so naked standing in front of Jess in only a t shirt and a wet diaper while Jess stood there, looking sexy as ever in her black dress. But it wasn't as if Jess had never seen him in a wet diaper before. Part of him just felt disappointed that the prospect of having sex with Jess was beginning to seem more and more distant. "Sit down, sweetie. Its okay." said Jess pushing his shoulders back a little. Sam leaned in and hugged her. He didn't know why he had the sudden urge to do so. Immediately, he began to feel self conscious about his wet diaper being so close to Jess. 'Is this really grossing her out?' he wondered. But despite all that nervousness, he couldn't let go. Her embrace was so warm... and the aroma of her hair, her perfume was so wonderful. He fought with every bit of his strength to hold back tears. He managed to succeed, sniffling just a little as Jess rubbed his back. "Its okay. Sit down. You'll feel better once we change you, okay?" Sam nodded and sat down. Jess put her hands on his shoulders pushing him gently back onto the bed. "Its okay... just relax. Let me take care of it." she whispered. Jess slowly ripped open the tapes of his diaper. Feeling the cool air on his damp skin, Sam's erection began to grow larger... but Jess said nothing. "Legs." she said. Sam grabbed his knees and Jess slid the wet diaper out from under him before folding it and placing it in a plastic bag. She then pulled out two baby wipes and began wiping Sam's butt, then his crotch. Sam cringed at the feeling of the cold wipes on his skin but, try as he might, he couldn't get his erection to go away. If anything, the wipes just made it worse as he felt their cool caress over his testicles. Jess then shook some powder onto his butt before rubbing it in. Sam could hear the familiar sound of her unfolding another diaper before she slid it under his butt. "Okay, down." she said. Sam sat his butt down on the open diaper. Jess then began wiping Sam's testicles before grasping his penis through the cool baby wipe in her hand. She stroked his shaft with the wipe a little bit, although Sam suspected this was more of an effort to clean him more thoroughly than a sexual advance. Nevertheless, it still felt really good. "Oh my, someone's a little excited." said Jess with a small smile. "Yeah, I'm sorry, I uh... its just that you're touching my..." "Shhh, its okay, Sam. Its only natural. I just want to make sure you're all clean." said Jess. She then pulled out two more baby wipes and began wiping off her hands. She tossed the wipes in the plastic trash bag and walked over to the other side of the bed. Sam glanced at her, thinking how odd it was for her to just walk away while his diaper lay there, wide open. Although, with his erection, he knew it would be next to impossible for her to close the diaper and achieve any decent fit. 'Was she waiting for the erection to subside?' he wondered. Jess then lifted up her leg and set her foot down on the night stand. She reached under the fabric of her dress and began sliding down her silk stockings. She seemed to be taking her time as she began slowly sliding the next one down. Now tired of laying on the bed and waiting for Jess to return, Sam sat up. "Hey, what did I say? I told you to relax." said Jess walking over to Sam with her hands on her hips. "Its just... it feels like I've been laying here forever." said Sam. "Lay down. C'mon, sweetie." she said before gently kissing him on the lips, then putting her hands on Sam's and pushing him back down onto his back. She pulled out another baby wipe and stroked Sam's shaft a little. Sam closed his eyes feeling Jess grasping him through the cool baby wipe. "Well, you just can't seem to keep it down tonight, can you?" Sam didn't know what to say. Jess just looked down at him with a serious look in her eyes. For a moment, Sam wondered if he was in trouble. Then he watched as Jess slowly slid her lacy, light blue panties down until they were around her ankles. 'For once, SHE was the one who was wet' Sam thought to himself. "You bad boy.... close your eyes." she whispered with a small smile on her face. Sam did as he was told. Jess slowly climbed on top of him, straddling him. He put his hands on her smooth, feminine legs as she gently grabbed hold of his shaft sliding it inside of her. Sam gasped a little as he felt this sensation. He opened his eyes on looked at Jess. She stared right at him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Don't cum until I tell you to." she said. Slowly, she began thrusting her hips back and forth... then up and down. It felt amazing. Sam smiled as he began panting. "Oooh, Sam." moaned Jess, as she began bouncing up and down on his penis. Sam could now feel her vagina tightening. He bit his lip trying his best to resist the urge to cum as he watched Jess' breasts bounce up and down, slowly slipping out of her dress. Sam felt totally pinned down with Jess leaning on him with her hands on his shoulders. He wanted so badly to grab hold of his wife's breasts but he could barely move his arms. His one distraction was the tickling he felt of the baby powder in his butt crack and the open diaper under his butt. But these distractions were meaningless in comparison to the great pleasure he felt as Jess began bouncing faster and faster on his penis. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh Sam!" she shouted as her vagina tensed up one last time. As this happened, Sam couldn't take it anymore and he exploded, cumming uncontrollably as he grasped Jess' smooth legs. It felt amazing. Now totally out of breath, Jess slowly slid Sam's penis out and climbed off of him before laying down on the bed. "Oh.... wow, Sam, that was... just, wow." said Jess with a smile. "I love you." said Sam. "I love you too, sweetie." said Jess slowly getting off the bed and walking over to Sam. She sprinkled a little powder onto Sam's testicles and penis before slowly rubbing it in. She then pulled his diaper up, closing it, and smoothing the tapes out. She then walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a pair of purple briefs and put them on before sliding off her dress. She was topless but faced the wall and Sam only caught a brief glimpse of her breasts before she slid a t shirt on. Sam pulled the covers over himself. He never felt so cozy and relaxed in his entire life. Jess climbed under the covers with him and put her palm against his face. "That was amazing." she said with a smile. "Yeah." said Sam. Sam rolled over and felt Jess snuggle up behind him. She patted his diapered butt. "Sleep tight, sweetie." she said. Just as Sam was drifting off the sleep, he felt the urge to pee again. Totally relaxed and still a little drunk, he simply let loose. He was beginning to almost enjoy the warm feeling of his diaper swelling. He soon fell into a deep sleep. Sam awoke the next morning, slowly opening his eyes and trying to adjust to the bright sunshine. He glanced at the digital clock on the night stand. 9:45. 'Damn!' he thought to himself, knowing full well that checkout time was 10. It was Sunday morning and the vacation was coming to an end. Still... Sam smiled as he thought about all that had gone on the previous night. He sat up in bed, feeling the thick, damp bulge between his legs. Jess was fully dressed wearing a pink sweatshirt and a pair of tight jeans, packing the last of her items up in her suitcase. She smiled at Sam. "How'd you sleep, sweetie?" "Like a rock." said Sam with a small yawn. "Is your diaper wet?" she asked. "Oh, uh.... yeah it is." "Okay, well checkout time is 10 so lets get you changed and get on the road." said Jess pulling the covers off of Sam. Sam scooted towards the edge of the bed. "Lift up your butt for me." said Jess. Sam did as he was told as Jess slid a towel underneath his butt. She quickly ripped open the tapes. Sam shivered a little as he felt the cool air hit his genitals once again. "Okay... up." said Jess. Jess thoroughly but quickly wiped Sam down. As he felt her grasp his testicles through the cool baby wipes, Sam thought for a moment that this might be evolving into yet another sexual advance. But Jess quickly tossed the wipes into a trash bag and shook some baby powder onto her hands before rubbing it into his testicles, legs, and butt cheeks. Just as Sam felt himself getting a little hard, Jess pulled the front of the diaper up and taped it into place. He then felt Jess slipping a pair of sweat pants around his ankles and pulling them up a little. "I got it, I got it." said Sam grabbing his sweat pants and pulling them up, a tad uncomfortable with the idea of his wife dressing him. "Okay, I packed up the rest of your clothes and supplies and put our key cards on the table. I'm gonna run to the bathroom one last time and then we'll head out, okay?" Sam nodded. Sam pondered for a moment why his wife had tried to slip his pants onto him when he was perfectly capable of doing it himself... and why she had taken his clothes off the way she did last night. Jess had always been a fairly caring person. After all, she did work as a nurse for several years so caring for others was practically second nature for her. But that was the first time she had tried to put his pants on for him. Even the notion that Jess had packed up his clothes, gone through his suitcase, and picked out a pair of pants for him seemed a little odd to Sam. He looked at the sweat pants he was wearing. He knew full well that Jess had picked out sweat pants because she knew they would be easier to pull down if she were to perform a diaper change on him. Waking to find his things packed up and his wife changing his diaper really made Sam feel like a toddler. Jess then walked out of the bathroom and picked up her suitcase, abruptly interrupting Sam's pouting and self pity. "Ready to go?" she asked. Sam nodded. He got up, grabbed his suitcase and they proceeded to the lobby to check out. After loading their suitcases into the back of their SUV, they were off again. Sam had offered to drive but Jess simply told him not to worry about it. In truth, Sam suspected this was just because Jess never seemed to trust Sam to drive her vehicle and had criticized his own driving on a few occasions. Still, Sam was glad to be back in the passenger seat again and heading home. Sam reclined his seat a little and got comfortable. With a yawn, he contemplated going back to sleep. "Jess, I just want you to know that... I had a lot of fun last night." Sam said with a smile. "Me too, sweetie... me too." said Jess. Sam just stared out the window, his eyes glazed over, watching the scenery as they drove through the mountains. The tall evergreen trees seemed to stretch toward the clouds and he felt a strange sensation in his ears as they began descending in elevation. "Hey Jess..." said Sam breaking the long silence between them. "Whats up?" she said glancing at Sam. "Could we um... maybe stop, like at the next gas station?" asked Sam shyly. "Yeah, why? Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." "Did you wet your diaper?" she asked. "No, no I'm fine. I'm... all dry." "Do we need to find a potty?" "Yeah, I'm okay. If we could just stop at the next gas station or whatever." "Sure, sweetie. But, just so you know, the next station might still be 15 minutes away or so. "Really?" asked Sam. "Yeah, you were asleep when we drove through here the other day. Its kind of desolate." Sam sighed. "Is it an emergency?" she asked tentatively. "Um, no. But... I don't know. Maybe if its going to be that long, we could pull off to the side of the road somewhere, at some point?" he asked. "Uh... I don't think so, sweetie." "What? Why not?" he pressed. "Because we're going 50 miles per hour down a one lane highway, through a mountain pass, Sam. There isn't anywhere where we can just pull over. There's a cliff on one side and a guardrail on the other." "Okay, well, not here but, as soon as you find a place." said Sam. "Okay, yeah if I can do it safely then maybe. I think there's a scenic overlook up this way but I'm not exactly sure where it is. But seriously Sam, we've been over this already. If you can hold it, then hold it. If not, thats what your diaper is for. I won't be mad, accidents happen, okay?" "Yeah, yeah I know. I just... don't want to, okay? So if we could just pull over at the next available opportunity-" "Sam, I told you if there was a safe place to pull over then I would, okay? But you can see the road just as well as I can and its not safe right now. If you're that uncomfortable, you should just go." Sam stared out his window apprehensively at the craggy landscape. Jess was right. The steep cliffs on either side provided no room for them to stop. "So... you said that scenic overlook was pretty close, right?" asked Sam. "Okay, seriously? What is your problem, Sam? You're really getting on my last nerve right now. I told you we'd stop at the next available opportunity and you keep pushing me." snapped Jess, now visibly upset. "I'm sorry! I just want to go to the bathroom!" pleaded Sam. "Well, I'm real sorry Sam but there's nowhere to stop right now. Thats why you're wearing a diaper. Because I knew this would happen and I didn't want you to piss your pants on the way up here and on the way back down. I know you're not crazy about the idea of going in your diaper. I'm not crazy about the idea of changing it. But, seriously, you're just going to have to deal with it. Its just one wet diaper and we'll change you out of it as soon as we can, okay?" "Its not that..." said Sam. "Whats not that?" asked Jess. "Forget it. Lets just get there, okay?" said Sam hunched over with his arms crossed. "No, seriously, what is it?" asked Jess. "Nothing. Just... forget it. "Seriously, Sam, what is it? You have to pee and if we don't stop soon you're gonna wet your diaper, right?" "Yeah... I mean, no. I don't just have to... I mean I have to go... you know... I have to... um" "Poop?" asked Jess. Sam sighed. "Yeah. And I can hold it, okay? I just want us to stop, you know... soon, okay?" There were a few seconds of silence before Jess said anything. Sam knew what she was thinking. "Okay, sweetie, just stay calm and hang in there, okay?" said Jess stroking his knee a little. Sam just stared at the road ahead, hoping the pass would open up and give way to a valley... or that at least the road might widen. Sitting hunched over in his seat with his arms crossed eased some of the pressure in his stomach but Sam was beginning to get fairly uncomfortable. He pulled back the waistband of his sweat pants a little and stared at his white diaper underneath. Jess had diapered him pretty tightly. He slid his fingers into the waistband of the diaper to try to relieve some of the pressure on his stomach. He didn't even want to THINK about using his diaper. The idea was just so far out from his mind, he couldn't even contemplate it. He told himself that he would be uncomfortable for only a little while longer. Jess glanced over at Sam. She could tell by the look on his face that he was uncomfortable. "At least you're wearing a diaper. I mean... it could be worse, you know?" said Jess breaking the awkward silence between them. "Yeah... its great but I'm not gonna use it, okay?" "Okay... good." she said. Sam was now beginning to at least contemplate a 'worse case scenario'. 'What if he actually had to go in his diaper?' he wondered. He leaned to his left, trying to roll onto his side, resting his elbow on the center console of the vehicle. He didn't really like being so close to Jess in his current predicament. In fact, he didn't want to be around her at all. He wanted privacy if he was going to have to use his diaper. But at the very least, his current position meant that his butt was facing away from Jess and any sounds... or smells might be less obvious. He loosened his seat belt a little. His eyes were closed but he could feel Jess gently stroking his back. He cringed at the feeling of her warm hand on the back of his neck. He kept telling himself that there would be a place to stop- that the pass would open up... any minute now. Preparing for the worst, Sam tried to lift his butt off the seat as best he could. Glancing at Sam and seeing the awkward position he was in, Jess now began to wonder if Sam was going to lose his control... or if perhaps he had already. Sam thought maybe, just maybe, if he could pee a little bit, that might relieve some of the pressure. He sighed a little as he felt the front of his diaper warm up. Suddenly, he felt his stomach cramp one final time, letting out an audible, wet sounding fart pushing warm, wet poop out into the seat of his diaper. He could feel it as it spread out over his cheeks. He felt a strange combination of great physical relief and deep embarrassment. He was so much more comfortable and yet, at the same time, so much less comfortable. He kept his eyes closed most of the time but the one time he opened them, he saw Jess glancing at him. Sam took two deep breaths, then grunted a little as he pushed more poop out into his diaper. Sam exhaled deeply, finally feeling like he was finished. He felt Jess' hand stroking his back again. But she said nothing. Feeling relieved, Sam was still physically uncomfortable now leaning on the center console trying his best to use the strength of his arms to keep his butt off the seat. He couldn't bare to sit down. In truth, the feeling wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Emotionally, he was pretty upset. Psychologically, he was mortified and embarrassed. Using the diaper had been rough. But now that he was finished, the physical feeling in the seat of his diaper really wasn't so bad. 'Kind of the same as a wet diaper' he thought to himself. Suddenly, they took a rather sharp turn causing the vehicle to lean to the right. Slipping, Sam rolled back onto the seat. As his butt came to rest on the seat again, he felt the warm poop spread out over his cheeks going up into his butt crack and squishing over the base of his balls. As much as he hated to admit it, the feeling of warmth in the seat of his diaper actually turned him on slightly. But the smell was really gross. Jess cracked a window to let some air in. He knew she could smell him. "Do you at least feel... more comfortable now?" asked Jess. Sam said nothing. He couldn't bare to even talk about it. He just covered his face with his hands and closed his eyes. If he cried, he couldn't let Jess see his tears. He just wanted to go home now... as soon as possible. He put his hands down and opened his eyes when he heard Jess' turn signal. He saw a large sign that read "MIRROR LAKE SCENIC OVERLOOK". "Why are we stopping?" asked Sam. "Take a wild guess." Jess said sarcastically. Sam said nothing. "Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you're in serious need of a diaper change." said Jess. "Can we please just go home?" pleaded Sam. "Sweetie, home is an hour away. You think I'm just gonna let you sit there all the way home with a messy diaper. Uh... can your say 'diaper rash'?" They pulled into a dirt parking lot. Thankfully, there wasn't a single other car there. Sam was overwhelmed. He wouldn't know where to begin changing his own messy diaper but the thought of Jess doing it was even worse. If they could just get home as soon as possible, he could shower and get rid of the diaper himself. Jess grabbed Sam's gym bag out of the back seat and got out of the vehicle. She walked over to Sam's door and opened it up. Sam just sat there, afraid to move. "Okay, c'mon honey. You need to get out. I'll help you, come here." "Jess, seriously, you can roll the windows down. I'll be okay. Lets just get home." "Sam, get out of the car." "Look Jess, I need you to-" "Sam, I'm not exactly thrilled about this either. Trust me, changing a poopy diaper was not how I wanted to spend my last day of the vacation. But I'm not letting you ride home like that, okay? Now get out." Sam didn't want to move. He just sat there staring at the floor. "Sam, I'm going to count to three. And if you're not out of the car by the time I get to three, we're gonna have serious problems. I know you're upset. I'm not so thrilled myself. But just get out of the car so we can get this over with, okay? ONE..." "Okay, okay." said Sam slowly lifting himself off the seat and taking Jess' hand to balance as he stepped down out of the SUV. Jess opened the back of the SUV and took out both of their suitcases before folding the back seats down. She laid down a towel. There was now plenty of room. "Do we really have to do this here?" asked Sam glancing around. "Okay, new rule, no more talking... at least until we get this over with." said Jess as she pulled off her pink sweatshirt. Underneath it, she was wearing a tight, white t shirt. Underneath it, he could just barely make out a black bra. Even with all that had happened, Sam still had to marvel at how attractive she was. As Jess began pulling out the wipes, rash cream, powder, and of course- a clean diaper; the full reality of the situation began to hit him. He had just pooped his pants. Now, his wife- a beautiful women- the women he'd just made love to the previous night, was about to change his poopy diaper and there was absolutely nothing he could do. "Okay, hop up." said Jess patting the towel that she'd placed in the back seat. "Shouldn't I take off my-" "Hey, what did I say? No talking, sweetie. I worked at a hospital. I've done this before. Now hop up." Sam slowly climbed into the back of the vehicle and sat down. His legs dangled over the side. Once again, the poop in his diaper spread out across his butt cheeks. "Take off your shoes." said Jess. Sam did as he was told and slowly began untying his tennis shoes. Anxious to speed the process along, Jess grabbed hold of his other shoe and began untying it for him. She then pulled both shoes off of him and set them on the ground before removing his socks. "Now lets get these sweat pants off." she said. Sam lifted his butt and slid the pants down over his bulky diaper. Jess grabbed hold of them and slid them off of his legs. He was now sitting in the back of their car in only his t shirt and poopy diaper. Jess leaned over him and slowly began rolling up his t shirt until his stomach was almost fully exposed. "Lay back." said Jess pushing back on his shoulders. "Okay... lets see what the damage is." said Jess ripping open the tapes and opening up the diaper. Sam closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about what Jess was seeing right at that moment. Jess lifted the damp front of Sam's diaper up and used it to wipe off a good portion of what was on his butt. "Okay, lift up your butt." Jess slid the messy diaper out from under him and set it in the trash bag. Then she pulled out several baby wipes from their container. Sam could feel the cold wipes on his skin as Jess slowly and methodically began wiping every inch of his butt. She must have been wiping for two minutes straight. Sam kept his eyes closed. It felt like it was taking forever. Finally, he felt Jess move up to begin wiping off his crotch. The cold caress of the wipes on his balls let him know that the change was almost over. The close attention Jess paid to his balls made his penis get a little hard. "Unbelievable. I just cleaned ten pounds of crap off your ass and you're getting a boner." He cringed as he felt Jess' hands rubbing a cool cream into his butt cheeks. 'Probably the diaper rash cream' he thought. He sighed in relief as he felt the tickle of the baby powder being shaken onto his butt and rubbed in. He opened his eyes and saw Jess, with an irritated look on her face, opening up a clean diaper before sliding it under his butt. "Down." she said. Jess quickly pulled the front of his diaper up and taped it in place. She then pulled out several baby wipes and began wiping off her hands thoroughly. "Okay... I'm gonna go throw this away. Why don't you put your pants back on while I'm doing that." said Jess as she walked over to the trash cans carrying the large plastic bag. Sam quickly slid his sweat pants back up covering up his fresh, clean diaper. At much as he wished he could have avoided the entire ordeal, he was glad he could ride back home clean and dry. His only real fear was the awkwardness that was sure to follow. He had pooped in his diaper... and his wife had just changed him. And even though he hated to admit it... he was grateful that she had.

After Sam emerged from the bathroom, they quickly proceeded back to the hotel. Walking back through town, Jess led the way, still practically pulling Sam with her by the hand. Sam did his best to keep up but he could tell Jess was determined to get back. "C'mon Sam. We've got to hustle. We spent so much time looking for a potty for you, now I'm gonna be late for my massage." said Jess glancing at her watch. Sam could tell she was tense. Her grip on his hand was now so firm, he felt like he was beginning to lose circulation. Ever since the beginning of the trip, Sam couldn't seem to shake a vague feeling of shame and inferiority. It wasn't humiliation by any means. Jess had diapered him plenty of times before. That was nothing new. And even though her comments outside the restrooms made him blush, he was still glad he'd made it to the bathroom. The vague feeling Sam had was strangely familiar. His mother had never punished him for wetting the bed when he was younger, but like Jess, she was just tense enough to make Sam feel guilty- like a boy his age should know better by now. Once they arrived back at the hotel, Jess gave Sam very stern instructions to be back at the room by 7:00 p.m. - more than an hour before their dinner reservations. Then she left. Sam was so relieved she was gone. He knew that she needed time to cool down and spending some time apart would greatly reduce the tension between them... so would her massage at the spa. Sam switched on the fireplace as he begun unbuckling his belt and sliding down his jeans, being careful to feel the inside of them for wetness. While one leg was a little bit damp, it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. They would quickly dry out if he hung them up somewhere for an hour or so. Looking down he now saw that, unfortunately, his underwear hadn't faired so well. The crotch of his boxer briefs was a lot more damp than he thought and the noticeable yellow stain on them was a sharp contrast against the white fabric. Stripping off his underwear, he stuffed them into a pocket on his suitcase under some socks. He couldn't risk Jess seeing them. Determined to enjoy his vacation, Sam put on his bathing suit and proceeded down to the hotel pool. Sliding into the hot, southing waters of the hot tub, Sam began to relax. A few minutes later and he was feeling much better. Knowing full well that Jess would be enjoying her time at the hotel's spa, he began to feel more optimistic about the evening's prospects. Before long, Sam returned to the room taking a quick shower to wash the smell of chlorine off of him. Slipping on a clean pair of boxer briefs, Sam began getting dressed for dinner. Putting on some dress pants, Sam had began buttoning up his shirt when Jess walked into the room. Her brown hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing a white robe with slippers. "Hey." she said with a small smile on her face. "Hey, how was the spa?" "It was great. Thank you so much for booking that for me." "Sure." said Sam with a smile. Jess walked over to the bed and began opening her suitcase. Just as Sam finished buttoning his collar, he felt Jess' hand grab his butt. Startled at first, then a little excited he looked at Jess with a small smirk. "What was that for?" he asked. "Just checking. Sam you know you're going to have to wear a diaper to dinner, right?" said Jess. "Uh... no, because our reservation is for 8:15." said Sam matter of factly. "Sam this isn't up for discussion. After your little emergency in town this afternoon, you really have no room to talk." "Jess, I made it to the bathroom. What more do you want?" "The only reason you made it to the bathroom is because I asked that man to let you go ahead of him." "So now I'm gonna have to wear these things at 8:00 from now on instead of 9:30?" "Sam, this is MY vacation too. And I think I have a right to have a leisurely dinner where my husband doesn't wet his pants or have to go sprinting out of the dining room to find the nearest potty. I'll be honest with you, I don't want to have to rush through dinner so we can grab the check and run back to the room to diaper you for bed, okay? I don't know why everything has to be an argument with you, Sam. Now take off your pants." Sam did as he was told dropping his pants to the floor and stepping out of them. "Underwear too. C'mon, sweetie. You know how this works." she said. She pulled a disposable diaper out of Sam's gym bag and set it on the bed. "And you should go and use the potty now before we diaper you." Sam did as he was told and walked towards the bathroom, doing his best to cover his bare butt with his shirt. When he came out, he saw Jess standing by the bed, unfolding a new diaper. "I guess I was the dumb one because I thought you would actually want to wear a diaper tonight." she said. "Why?" asked Sam sitting down on a towel Jess had set down on the bed. "Well, for one, because I know you'll probably be drinking alcohol tonight and you KNOW you have accidents a lot when you drink. I don't know, honey. I know diapers probably take a little getting used to but I thought, by now, you would have accepted that you have a medical condition and you need to deal with it. I just thought you were... more responsible. Grab your legs for me." said Jess as she slid the open diaper under Sam's butt. Sam did his best to hold back a smile as he felt a tickling sensation on his butt. It was Jess sprinkling the baby powder. As much as he hated wearing diapers, the feeling of Jess' smooth hands rubbing the powder in was always nice. "Now if you want to make this night special for me, you can just relax and drop the attitude." said Jess pulling the front of Sam's diaper up and taping it in place. Sam couldn't believe it. Jess was actually telling HIM to relax. But, as usual, Sam knew that she had a point. If he had actually bothered to think about it, he probably would have put a diaper on. Not for himself. Not because he NEEDED one... but to ease Jess' mind. Deep down, he knew that his accidents stressed Jess out. And he knew full well that stress was a big reason why they hadn't had sex in so long. Jess folded Sam's boxer briefs and unzipped his suitcase to put them inside. Sam paid no attention to this until he saw Jess freeze, standing still and staring at the open pocket of the suitcase. His hair stood on end. "What is this, Sam?" asked Jess. "Uh... what?" he asked innocently. Jess pulled out his still damp, yellow stained underwear. Sam looked at Jess, he wanted to speak but he couldn't find the words. He just hesitated, staring at her. He felt so vulnerable sitting there wearing nothing but his blue shirt and a diaper. He KNEW he was in trouble seeing the pensive, disgusted look on her face as she gingerly held his underwear by the waistband with her arm outstretched, holding them as far away from her as she could. "When did this happen?" she asked. "Uh... today." he said with his head downcast. "I thought you made it to the bathroom." said Jess. "It was a, uh... small accident." "Okay, Sam. Here's a tip. The next time you have an accident, even if its a... 'small' accident, either wash your clothes or toss them out. But don't stuff your pee soaked underwear back into the suitcase, okay?" "Okay." he said nervously. "Maybe I should keep these so every time you argue with me about wearing your diapers, I can show them to you. THIS is why you need diapers, Sam. Do you understand?" Sam said nothing. Jess just rolled her eyes. "I've got to do my make up. Put your pants on and tuck in your shirt. We've gotta be at dinner in half an hour." she said walking into the bathroom. After getting dressed and tucking in his shirt as far as it would go, Sam just stared at his butt in the mirror for a few seconds looking at the subtle bulge beneath his black pants. After a few minutes, Jess walked out of the bathroom and stared at Sam for a moment. "Sweetie, no one's going to notice you're wearing a diaper I promise. A pair of soaking wet pants on the other hand... well, that would be another story, wouldn't it?" Sam said nothing. He turned and looked at Jess who was still in her robe holding a black dress in her hands. "Honey, if you're done getting ready, could you please give me some privacy so I can get dressed?" Sam nodded. "I'll meet you in the lobby, okay?" said Jess. Sam could feel his heart pounding as he walked into the lobby. Every step he took seemed to remind him of the thick, soft padding between his legs. He felt almost as nervous as he had that very first night that Jess made him wear diapers. Sitting down on a bench, he felt a little better. The bulge in his butt was now invisible to any passer by. He nervously reached behind him to make sure his shirt was still tucked in. He knew full well that the waistband of his diaper extended well beyond the waistline of his pants and would be visible for all the world to see if his shirt came untucked. Just then, he saw Jess walking into the lobby. She looked GORGEOUS. Her brown hair was down around her shoulders and she was sporting a modest but sexy black dress. He was a little disappointed that her sexy legs were shrouded in a pair of silk stockings but the high heels she was wearing were definitely sexy. Sam smiled as he slowly stood up to greet her, still nervously feeling around his back to make sure his shirt was still tucked in. "You look beautiful." said Sam. "Thanks." said Jess with a small smile. As they began walking into the restaurant, Sam felt Jess take his hand. He looked at her. She smiled. "Hi, we have a reservation for 8:15." said Jess, smiling politely at the hostess. As they walked over to their table, Sam mind felt at ease in the formal setting of the restaurant. The candles at each table and the very dim lighting not only made for a romantic mood but ensure that no one in the restaurant would be able to see whatever bulges there were under his black slacks. Thinking quickly, Sam got behind Jess to pull out her chair for her. She smiled at him as she sat down. "Can we get you guys anything to drink this evening?" asked the server. "I'll have a glass of wine." said Jess. Sam smiled. "I'll have a rum and coke." he said. "You look handsome tonight." said Jess smiling at Sam. "Thanks, you look... pretty great yourself." said Sam smiling shyly. Jess reached across the table and put her hand on Sam's. "And I wanted to thank you again for booking that trip to the spa for me. I needed it. That was... really sweet of you. You can really be a thoughtful guy when you want to be." said Jess. "Well, I dunno, I guess I'll just have to be... thoughtful more often." said Sam with a nervous chuckle. A few drinks later and both Sam and Jess were feeling very relaxed. Sam slouched in his chair sipping his third rum and coke, now so relaxed that he'd almost forgotten about his diaper. In truth, he still knew it was there, but the thought was in the back of his mind. His anxiety had vanished. He told a joke to lighten the mood and, to his surprise, Jess let out a fairly loud, girlish giggle. "Hey you wanna keep it down. I don't think the kitchen staff heard you." Sam said with a smirk. "Sorry, sweetie." said Jess still smiling. "And I thought I was gonna be the one to embarrass us tonight." Jess, still smiling, just rolled her eyes. "You're protected Sam. How exactly would you embarrass me?" "I don't know, honey. I guess I owe you an apology. I guess I'm not as thick skinned as I thought. This whole... 'wearing protection' thing has just been hard to adjust to." said Sam. "I understand you have a medical condition, Sam but you're still my husband and I love you." "Thanks, Jess. I love you too." "And I'm your wife and if you need help with something, I want to be there for you. And if you need help with your protection, thats okay too. I just don't want either of us to get embarrassed in public, you know?" "I know, I know I'm sorry..." said Sam staring at the table. "Whats wrong, honey?" asked Jess reaching across the table and putting her hand on his. "Its nothing." he said taking another sip of his drink. "Sam, honey, look at me." said Jess. "He looked up." "Do you need to go potty?" His cheeks turned red but he said nothing. Slowly, he nodded. "Its okay, sweetie." she said stroking his hand. "I mean, its not an emergency, I'll be okay. I can easily get to the bathroom. You trust me to do the tapes myself, right?" asked Sam testing the situation. "Sweetie, I love you and I don't want to make you feel self conscious... but you've been drinking and... if you don't put them on right you could have a serious leak." "Well, what do you expect me to do?" asked Sam in a meek, quiet sounding voice. "Do you have to go number one or number two?" asked Jess. "Jess! Jeez, number okay?" said Sam blushing. "Okay, okay. Just making sure, sweetie. Well... normally, I'd say we could go back to the room and ask them to hold our table but... our food's going to be here soon. I don't want it to get cold, you know?" Sam sighed. "Do you think you might be able to hold it for a little longer, sweetie?" she asked. "I can... try, yeah. Whatever, I don't really have to go that bad anyway." said Sam trying to brush it off. "Well, I promise not to be upset with you if you have an accident, okay?" Sam nodded. What Sam had always hated most about wearing diapers during the day was how difficult the padding made it for him to cross his legs. 'If there wasn't so much damn padding, I might actually be able to hold it until we get back to the room' he thought. Once the food arrived, Sam felt a little better. His steak was cooked just the way he liked it and, he had to admit, he'd been pretty hungry. Tired of being uncomfortable, Sam let go and started peeing. He sighed as he felt the diaper swell and the warmth surround his crotch. Sitting there, totally still, hands in his lap, staring at the table, it must have been obvious. He heard Jess say something to him but he wasn't listening. "Sam?.... earth to Sam." said Jess waving her hand in front of his face. "Huh?" was all he could manage to say. "Did you wet your diaper?" she asked. "Jess, shhh. Don't talk so loud, okay?" "No one heard me, sweetie. Its okay. Its just an accident and you're protected so its not a big deal, okay? Accidents happen." That subtle feeling of shame and embarrassment had begun to set in again. Things had been going so well. True, he had to wear a diaper to dinner but between the drinks, the meal, and the low lighting; Jess was finally starting to loosen up. Jess took his hand again. "Don't be upset, sweetie. I'm not. Its okay. Look at me, honey." Sam looked in Jess' eyes. She looked so beautiful in the candlelight. Her outfit might not have shown off her legs that well, but it displayed a fair amount of cleavage. As Jess stroked his hand, he could feel his erection pressing up against the warm inside of his diaper. "Well... your diaper is already wet. You might as well order another drink while we wait for the check. What do you think? Another rum and coke? C'mon, you're on vacation." Sam smiled a little. The drink helped. In fact Sam thought, in a situation like this, getting a little drunk was exactly what he wanted to do. After they paid the check, Sam stood up. Feeling the heavy droop between his legs, he immediately felt nervous. He just stood there staring at the bulge under his pants. He then looked around the restaurant. His diaper had been practically invisible when they came in but now, with the added weight, an awkward waddle would certainly be obvious to anyone who looked. Jess put her arm around Sam's shoulder and held his hand. "Sweetie, look at me. Its okay. No one will notice. C'mon, lets go back to the room and we'll get you changed. Its okay." Sam nodded.

After climbing into bed, it took Sam only a few minutes to fall asleep. It really shouldn't have taken that long. They were both very tired but Sam was a little uncomfortable with the fact that he hadn't worn any sweat pants. Every night, before bed, he would put on a pair of sweat pants for fear that he might wake up in some awkward position the next morning, his soggy diaper blatantly visible. He always hated the thought of Jess seeing him wearing the diaper but, over the past few months, his embarrassment had begun to diminish a little as he settled into a routine. But that didn't mean that experiences like the one with Shelby or with Jess at the gas station weren't plenty embarrassing for him. Just the idea of sleeping with only a t shirt to cover him would have made Sam a little uncomfortable... if he wasn't so tired. Diapered and snug under the covers, Sam wasn't about to get out of bed now. Just feeling Jess grabbing hold of his diapered butt made him uneasy. His partial erection was once again pressing up against the soft padding on the inside of his diaper. Jess was now fast asleep with her arm laying on Sam's, her warm hand laying on his shoulder. She curled up a little while she was sleeping and Sam could now feel her knees pressing gently against his diapered butt. Her toes tickled a little as he felt them graze his heels. Sam slid his hand below his waist and gently massaged the front of his diaper. Suddenly, he heard Jess groan a little in her sleep. He hadn't woken her up... but, as difficult as it was, he realized he would now have to keep absolutely still to avoid waking her. He sighed. He wanted some sexual relief but the risk was just too great and Jess was too light a sleeper. He could risk Jess waking up in the middle of the night to see him masturbating- let alone doing so wearing only his diaper and a t shirt. She wasn't mad at him and tomorrow Sam knew he would stand a better chance. Sam awoke the next morning to feel the warm, bright sun shining into their lodge window. Once his eyes had adjusted to the brightness, he sat up in bed. He didn't need to feel his diaper to know he'd wet a lot the previous night. He hadn't woken up at all and the soggy, warm bulge between his legs felt obvious. The view out of their window was nothing short of majestic. The pointy snow capped mountains seemed to reach toward the sky and every deep green pine tree seemed to be covered by a thin layer of white frost. Even though he was still under the covers, he knew that he'd want the room to be a lot warmer before he climbed out of bed. Maybe Jess could throw the switch on the fireplace. 'But where was she?' he wondered rubbing his eyes. Just then, he saw the bathroom door swing open. Through a thin cloud of steam, Jess emerged fully dressed with her brown hair down around her shoulders. She looked angelic in the morning light wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white turtle neck, her white bra almost visible through the fabric. "Good morning, Sam. How'd you sleep?" she asked. "Um, great actually. How about you?" he said. "Really well... Is your diaper wet?" she asked. Sam didn't say anything. He just hesitated. "Uh... I dunno, maybe. I just woke up." "Well, maybe we better have a look." she said walking over to the bed and pulling the covers off. "Oh, wow, you're soaked, sweetie. You didn't leak at all did you?" "No, its fine." said Sam pulling his t shirt down in an effort to both stay warm and to cover his diaper. "You didn't even know it was wet, honey. Stand up, let me see." Slowly he stood up doing his best to keep most of his diaper covered. Jess ran her hand along the bedspread. "Okay, you're okay. I'm going to walk over to the lobby and get some breakfast because I'm starving. Do you wanna change out of that, get a shower, get dressed, and find a place to throw... that away." she said motioning toward the wet diaper that was still taped around his waist. Sam nodded. He felt really naked standing before his fully dressed wife trying desperately to stretch his t shirt down far enough to cover his bulging diaper. "Okay, well, I'll meet you downstairs?" she said. Sam nodded. As Jess walked out of the room, he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over to the fireplace and switched it on. Shivering a little, he then climbed back into bed and got under the covers... just to stay warm until the room's temperature went up a little. Getting out of bed, he had lost a lot of body heat but his diaper was still lukewarm. Warm and snug, his erection began to come back. He figured he might as well take advantage of the opportunity while Jess was gone. It would, after all, be a few minutes before the room warmed up. Carrying the excess moisture, his diaper was now much thicker and he could barely feel his erection through the padding. Still, the warmth felt nice. He began massaging himself harder and harder even thrusting his hips back and forth a little for added sensation. Just then, he heard the bedroom door swing open. He froze. Jess walked into the room. "Forgot my purse... what are you doing?" she asked looking at him. Sam's hair stood on end. Jess' piercing gaze made him feel like, for a moment, she knew EXACTLY what he was doing. His heart began to pound. If she pulled off the covers, his large erection would probably be obvious even through the thick diaper. "I, uh..." "Sam, are you going to meet me in the lobby or are you just gonna go back to bed?" "No, I am. I was just about to hop in the shower. I just wanted to wait a minute or two for the room to warm up a little so I could grab some clothes out of my suitcase." "So you just climbed back into bed to warm up?" "Yeah, I'm gonna shower here real soon and meet you down there." "Did you take off your diaper?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "Um... no." "Okay, well its almost 11 so try and pick up the pace a little okay?" Sam nodded. "And please change out of your diaper SOON, okay? Because you've already been laying in it all night long and... that kind of grosses me out. Honestly, I don't know WHY you'd want to be in a pee soaked diaper a second longer than you had to." "I'm sorry." said Sam hanging his head in shame. "I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to lose the diaper, shower, and meet me downstairs, okay?" Sam nodded. Jess walked out of the room. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was gone. Determined to finish, Sam continued massaging himself under the covers until, finally, he exploded into his diaper breathing a long sigh of relief. As he lay in bed, he began to catch his breath. His mind would be much more sober for the rest of the day now. He had relief. But was Jess annoyed with him? And, more importantly, was she right? Was staying in his diaper really as gross as Jess made it out to be? Had he gotten too used to it? He felt a small sense of shame now thinking about what he'd just done... but he was certainly thankful he hadn't been caught. Climbing out of bed, his diaper was sagging a lot more than usual. He was happy to take it off, and slip it into the trash bag. He was careful to wash every inch of himself in the shower, shampoo, and condition his hair. Getting out, he slipped on a pair of white boxer briefs. FINALLY out of diapers, he began to feel a little more confident. It was a new day. And Jess had a therapeutic massage scheduled for just before their dinner reservations. Fully dressed Sam put a small amount of cologne on and combed his shaggy hair a little to ensure he looked extra handsome. He smiled. Sam and Jess spent the rest of the day walking around the small, mountain town, mostly shopping at local stores which Sam had little interest in. But he didn't dare complain. This was Jess' vacation too. And he knew if he gave her what SHE wanted, he might soon have what HE wanted. Besides, the cool mountain air was so refreshing and the warm sun made it a beautiful day to walk around town. The high point of the morning came when he felt Jess' warm hand grab hold of his while they were walking. He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back at him. She looked so beautiful. It had be years since they held hands and, in all honesty, Sam couldn't remember the last time they had done so. Sam really loved Jess and, in the end, he really just wanted to be closer to her. Taking his hand was a good sign that Jess felt exactly the same way... she was just a little high strung. But he had to give her some credit. She had pleasured him on his birthday and had always been there for him through his bedwetting. BEDWETTING.... and DIAPERS... that was a lot for any women to deal with. Not to mention working long hours at a high stress job. But after all they'd been through, after all the fights, all of his embarrassment... she still took his hand. It had been a few hours now and Sam had to pee. He hadn't seen a bathroom in most of the small shops they'd gone into but, then again, he'd been so caught up in holding Jess' hand and daydreaming that he hadn't even thought to look. "Uh Jess..." "What is it, sweetie?" she asked, still holding his hand but preoccupied with peering into the windows of a souvenir store. "Did you see any bathrooms near any of these shops we've gone by?" THAT got her attention. She immediately turned and looked at Sam, her eyes now a little wider. "Why? You need to go potty?" "Oh, um... yeah. I mean, just a little. Nothing big, you know." he said trying to downplay it as much as he could. "Okay, well lets start looking for a potty NOW so you don't have an emergency." she said leading him into the store by the hand. She walked straight up to the register practically pulling him by the hand along with her. "Excuse me, do you guys have any restrooms in here?" she asked a young women. "I'm sorry we don't." answered the women. "Okay, thanks." Jess said with a quick smile before walking out of the store. Sam was now struggling to keep up with her as she walked at a very brisk pace pulling him close behind her. Her warm hand seemed to grasp very tightly around his. Once again, he felt like a child who might be in trouble. He could tell Jess was tense. "Look, Jess, its really not that big of a deal. I don't have to go that bad." said Sam trying to defend himself. "GOOD. I'm glad you told me before it became an emergency. That means we need to find somewhere while we still have time." she said as she led him into yet another shop asking the same question yet again. "I'm sorry, mam, we don't." Jess sighed. "Well, we've been looking all around. My husband really needs a restroom, do you know if there are any around?" Sam blushed a little when he heard this comment but said nothing. "Not in this building but about two blocks down near the visitor center, there are some public restrooms." "Thanks so much." she said. With that, they were off again. Sam just barely managed to keep pace with Jess. While the urge had intensified, Sam reasoned he could hold on until they made it to the public restrooms. As much as hated to admit it, part of him wished he was wearing a diaper. While he hated almost everything about needing to wear diapers constantly, he knew full well that they put Jess' mind at ease. For that matter, they put his own mind at ease. It was like a kind of damage control. When he was diapered, they both knew an accident wouldn't be a big deal. No one would know. Jess had more or less accepted the idea that, from time to time, Sam would wet himself. For Jess, a wet diaper had become routine. Wet pants was another thing. But Sam had been in high school the last time he actually wet his pants in a public place. The unpleasant memory had been one he'd tried to forget... and NEVER repeat. While neither of them said it. They both had the exact same fear - being embarrassed in public. As they reached the public restrooms, Sam was managing to hold on... but there was a line. About four people stood in front of them outside the restroom. Sam crossed his legs a little and, with his hand in his pocket, pressed against his genitals a little. He was actually having a lot more luck holding in his urine than usual. For one thing, the fact that he wasn't wearing a diaper made crossing his legs much easier. But Jess noticed Sam's slightly awkward stance and quickly became paranoid. "Maybe we should ask one of these people if you can go ahead of them." she said. "No, seriously Jess, I'll be fine." he insisted "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You have a medical condition, Sam. I'm sure if we just explained to one of these people that you had an overactive bladder-" "No, no, no. No way, Jess. Please, just... keep your voice down." The line had moved foward but there were still two people ahead of them. Jess began whispering to him in a much quieter but very tense sounding voice. "Well, it would be a lot better than you peeing your pants in a public place and both of us having to walk around town with you having a huge wet spot on your pants. You're an adult its not like I brought a change of clothes for you in my purse." "It'll be fine, Jess. Please just don't say anything." said Sam. Just as he finished speaking, he felt a small squirt of pee escape into his pants. He quickly thrust both hands toward his crotch and hunched over a little. The warm urine was mostly absorbed into the fabric of his boxer briefs but he could feel a small trickle run down his leg. Thankfully, he could feel his pants and they were still dry. He was still managing to hold most of it in. There was no evidence of what had happened but Jess saw how uncomfortable Sam now looked. "Oh my gosh, Sam. Did you just..." "No, Jess, I didn't." Jess looked at the man standing in front of them and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir." The man turned around. Jess smiled. "I'm sorry to bother you but my husband has a medical condition called overactive bladder and, as you can see, he really needs to use the toilet right now. Do you think it would be too much trouble for him to go ahead of you?" The man glanced at Sam who was hunched over covering his crotch with both hands and couldn't even bare to make eye contact with either of them at this point. The man hesitated for a moment but said nothing. Jess smiled at him. "I'm sorry, I know its an inconvenience but it would really mean a lot to us." The man smiled at her. "Yeah, okay, sure." he said stepping aside. Sam still couldn't bare to look at either or them. He was so embarrassed. "Well? What are you waiting for, Sam? GO!" said Jess grabbing his arm and pulling him forward. Taking the hint, Sam quickly walked past the other man and closed the door to the restroom. Fumbling a little as he frantically tried to unbuckle his belt and slide his underwear down, he made it. The relief of the urine leaving his body was a wonderful feeling. He sighed. As embarrassed as he'd been, he was thankful he now had sweet relief. His wife's beautiful smile and gorgeous looks might have just saved him from complete and total embarrassment... and he knew it.

Jess kissed Sam on the forehead before climbing out and shutting the door behind her. Sam could feel his penis pressing up against the inside of his warm, swollen diaper. Before long, Jess climbed back into their SUV. "Its getting a little chilly out there. You okay, hun?" she asked putting her hand on Sam's knee. He said nothing. Jess pulled away from the gas pumps and parked in the parking lot just outside of the gas station. She then reached into the back seat and retrieved the small gym bag she'd loaded up with diapers earlier that day. She unzipped it and pulled out a towel. "Okay, it looks like you've got everything you need here. I put a towel on the back seat for you. You should have enough room back there. You've got plenty of wipes. Oh, and I almost forgot." she said pulling out a clean, folded diaper and setting it on Sam's lap. "You'll need that." she said with a small smile. "Maybe I could just wait until we get to the hotel." Sam said half heartedly. "Um... no, you can't because its still over an hour drive up there and I don't want you to get a rash. Seriously Sam, even if I allowed it, I don't know why you'd WANT to sit in a disgusting pee soaked diaper for that long anyway. I get grossed out just thinking about it." "Okay, fine." said Sam. "Okay hun, I'm gonna run inside, I'll be right back. Can I get you anything?" "Where are you going?" "I'm just gonna run inside and use-" Jess paused for a moment, then sighed. "Use the toilet and I'll be right back." said Jess exiting the vehicle. Sam sat for a minute or two just staring at the floor. His wife's sigh had been none too subtle. 'Why did she have to say that?' he thought to himself. She did, after all, say that she wasn't mad. Sam got out and climbed into the back seat. He was careful to leave his diaper in the front seat so no one would see him holding it. In truth, the situation was a little intimidating to Sam. He had gotten used to Jess diapering him most of the time and even though he knew how to change his own diaper, he hadn't done it for a while and NEVER in the back seat of the car. Laying down on his bed with plenty of space and total privacy was one thing but diapering himself in the back of a car was another. And, as always, he knew that Jess would at least want to check the tapes. For a moment, he wished Jess would have just changed his diaper for him. 'NO' he thought. It was wrong to think like that. He was an adult. He hated it when Jess changed his diaper. Except, of course, for that night when she changed him on his birthday. But that was different, he told himself. He was being given a chance to be more independent and he wanted to take advantage of it. He took a deep breath, then slowly lifted his butt off the seat and slid his sweat pants down until they were just above his knees. He wanted to make sure he could pull them back up quickly if anyone walked by the vehicle. He ran his hand along the outside of his saggy, wet diaper making absolutely sure he hadn't leaked. He was dry... on the outside at least. Very slowly he began ripping open the tapes. As he opened his diaper, he shivered a little as he felt the cool air flow onto his damp genitals. He slid his wet diaper out from under him, folded it, and set in on the floor. He took a baby wipe and gently began wiping his crotch. Due to the ice cold feeling of the wipes, he went as slowly and as gently possible. Just then, he was startled by the sound of the drivers' side door opening. Jess climbed into the drivers' seat and glanced back at Sam sitting in the back seat half naked with his sweat pants down around his thighs. "Oh my gosh, do you seriously not even have a new diaper on yet?" she said, looking at the new diaper she'd given him still sitting on the passenger seat. "I'm... almost done." he said. "Well, try to pick up the pace a little. You've been back here for more than 10 minutes and I wanna get to the hotel by 9, okay?" "Could you, maybe... leave for a second?" asked Sam. "Um... why?" asked Jess. "Can I just... have some privacy?" "I don't know why you want privacy, Sam. I've diapered you every day this week including today. In fact, I'm not sure why I even wanted you to change your own diaper in the first place." said Jess getting out of the car. Sam covered his genitals as the back door swung open. Jess stood there with a clean diaper in hand. "Jess! C'mon." "I don't know why I asked you to do this on your own. I guess I just thought 'Sam's a big boy, he can handle diapering himself' but I guess its not fair to diaper you all week and then expect you to just pick up the reigns again like that." said Jess pulling out a bottle of baby powder from the gym bag. "Jess, I can do it myself! Just give me a minute." said Sam. "I've given you more than 10, sweetie. I'm not trying to be snippy with you, I just know it'll go a lot faster if you let me handle it, okay?" "Look, Jess, I don't think-" "C'mon, Sam. Lay back for me and grab your knees." "But Jess-" "Sam, I'm not going to ask you again." Sam sighed before slowly laying back. As he did this, he could see Jess turning from the cover of the vehicle and unfolding the thick, disposable diaper she had in her hand. Sam's heart immediately began pounding fearing that, even though it was dark, someone might see them. He grabbed his legs exposing his bare butt in full view to Jess. He cringed as he felt her running the cold baby wipes across his butt before thoroughly wiping his balls. Thankfully, the nervous feeling he had in the pit of his stomach kept him from getting an erection, which would have only made things even more embarrassing. He then felt the tickle of some baby powder being sprinkled onto his balls before she slid his clean diaper under his butt. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as his open diaper was pulled up over his dry, powdered genitals. Sam sat up as soon as he felt the last tape on the diaper being pulled into place. Jess climbed back into the drivers' seat. Just as Sam began pulling up his sweat pants, he heard the engine start. He didn't know why Jess hadn't waited for him to come back to the front seat, but he didn't ask. He remained silent. Sitting in the back seat of the car while his wife drove was surreal. At first, he felt like a wealthy celebrity being driven around in a limousine... but this thought began to fade from his mind as he wondered just how mad Jess might be at him. Thinking about the thick padding between his legs, he was begining to feel less like a celebrity and more like a nervous child riding in the back seat of the car, uncertain about what kind of punishment might await him. He leaned his head against the window looking out at the darkness. He could just barely make out the silhouette of the mountain peaks against the blue night sky. "I'm sorry if I was a little short with you back there, Sam. I'm just anxious to get to the hotel and settle in. I know you're tired and you've had a long day. I guess maybe it was a little unfair to expect you to diaper yourself that easily. I know you still have some trouble with it." said Jess. Sam remained silent. He didn't know what to say. On the one hand, he was relieved Jess wasn't quite as mad as he thought she'd been. On the other hand, he wanted to jump in and defend himself. He COULD diaper himself. It wasn't like putting on his own diaper was some impossible task that he wasn't responsible enough to handle. But Jess was right. He was tired and he certainly did have a long day. Before long, his eyelids grew very heavy. The next thing he remembered was the feeling of Jess' warm hand on his shoulder followed by the sound of her voice. "Sam? Sam? Wake up, honey. We're here." Sam slowly opened his eyes and saw Jess with her suitcase in hand and his gym bag around her shoulder. "Do we have to check in?" asked Sam with a yawn. "No, I already took care of that. We've got our room keys and everything." she said with a small smile. Sam slowly sat up and unbuckled his seat belt. As he did this, he felt the familiar sensation of a warm, swollen diaper between his legs. For a moment, he mentally scolded himself for having yet another accident. 'Two wet diapers in one night! And you were awake for the first one!' he thought. But he couldn't honestly say he was surprised. "Can I help you with your suitcase?" he asked. "Oh, no I'm fine thanks. The room isn't far from here." Sam awkwardly stood up and stretched his legs before waddling over to the back of the SUV to grab his suitcase. As they walked up to the hotel lobby, Sam did his best to walk naturally but it was impossible with his very wet, very saggy diaper between his legs. Luckily, it was late in the evening and there weren't many people there. The room was beautiful. Everything he had hoped for. With two very well paying jobs, Sam and Jess were able to afford the nicest suite at the lodge. Jess walked immediately into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Hearing the trickling sound of her peeing, for a moment, he resented her although he couldn't quite understand why. In truth, he figured he was probably just a little jealous that he had wet his diaper twice while she seemed to use the bathroom so effortlessly. But he couldn't really blame her for that. If anything, he was mad at himself for his own lack of control. But he was on vacation. He figured it would be best to just relax. Sam smiled setting down his suitcase and flipping the switch on the artificial fireplace. The flames flared up immediately. He stood there for a moment staring at the flames through the pane of glass in front of him. Jess then emerged from the bathroom. "So, from the looks of the way you were walking in the lobby... either your leg fell asleep or you really need another diaper change." Sam blushed but said nothing. "Come here." said Jess sitting down on the bed. Sam slowly walked over to her. "Yeah... I uh, was just about to go in the bathroom and change out of-" Sam was interrupted by Jess sliding down his sweat pants getting a clear view of his obviously wet diaper. "Oh yeah... I'd say you need a diaper change right about now." she said. "Well, since its not 9:30 yet, I was just gonna grab some underwear and run to the bathroom and-" "Sam, its 9:08. I've been driving all day. I want to go to bed." "I'm just saying its not 9:30 yet and-" "Sam, I'm not your mother. I'm not saying YOU have to go to bed. If you want to stay up and watch TV or something, thats fine. But I want to make sure you've got a diaper on before I go to bed, because I'm NOT waking up in a wet bed my first night on vacation, okay?" she said standing up and setting Sam's gym bag on the bed and unzipping it. "Okay, you know the drill, lose the pants." she said. Sam took off his sweat pants and tossed them in the corner. Jess unfolded a towel and set in on the bed. "Lay down." she said patting the towel. Sam sat down on the bed. Jess stood up and began unfolding a clean diaper. "Lay back." said Jess. Sam hesitated. 'I'll take care of it, honey, you just relax. I can do it myself' was what he WANTED to say. But he didn't want another argument. Maybe it would be better to just submit, he thought. But Jess had very little patience for him that night. "C'mon, sweetie. You heard me." she said putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back onto the bed. Just as Sam thought about saying something, Jess ripped off the tapes and opened his diaper. "Legs." she said. Sam did as he was told cringing as he again felt the cold wipes on his genitals. Jess slid the diaper out from under him and put it in a plastic trash bag. "We really should have brought your diaper genie with us. I just didn't expect so many wet diapers our first night here I guess." She slid a new diaper under Sam's butt and he lowered himself onto it. Just then, Jess' cell phone began ringing. She pulled out two baby wipes, wiped off her hands, then pulled her phone out of her pocket and answered. "Hey Shelby. Oh, nothing we just got to the hotel here... yeah, we just checked in... oh, not too much. Yeah, well, somebody had a little accident in the car so we're just in the middle of a diaper change here." Sam couldn't stand Jess talking about him like he wasn't even there. Laying on the bed on his open diaper just made him feel so helpless and insignificant. Finally, after almost a minute, he sat up and began pulling the front of his diaper up to cover himself. He thought maybe Jess would take the hint and get off the phone. At the very least, he might be able to finish the diapering himself. Just as he began pulling one of the tapes into place, he felt Jess grab his hand. "Leave it." she said. "Why?" asked Sam. "Shelby? Could you hold on a second? Thanks.... Sam, you've had a lot of accidents today and I don't want you to start getting a rash. Just leave it open for now so you can get some air and then we'll put some rash cream on it." she said. "But I-" "C'mon, lay down, sweetie." she said putting her hand on Sam's shoulder and pushing him back onto the bed. Jess continued to pace around the room with her cell phone. "Thanks Shelby. No, the room is great, I'm happy we got here...no, I'm fine, I've just been driving all day. And Sam had two accidents in the car... yeah, I guess he just had a lot of fluids today. No, its fine. I'm just going to finish getting him diapered and go to bed.... yeah.... Okay, thanks again, have a good night." she said. "Sorry about that." she said setting her phone on the night stand. "Can we get this finished now?" Sam asked. "Yeah, just a second Sam. I have to find where I put your tube of rash cream. Just relax, you've been in diapers all day, let yourself air out a little bit." she said. Sam hated just laying on their bed half naked with his legs spread apart sitting on an open disposable diaper. At least the room was cosy and warm with the fireplace on. Jess opened a plastic, zip lock bag and tossed Sam a small tube of rash cream. "Not sure how this ended up in MY bag. If you want to speed things up a little, you can put some of this on. But I'm gonna check to make sure you get every inch of yourself. Rub it all over, okay? Your balls, penis, butt crack." "Okay, okay, Jess. I get the idea." said Sam. As he began rubbing the cool, diaper rash cream into his skin, he noticed Jess undressing. She stepped out of her shorts revealing a tight pair of sexy, but fairly modest, green boyshorts. Pulling off her shirt to reveal a purple bra, she now stood only a few feet from her husband wearing only a bra and panties. Sam felt himself beginning to get hard. Jess pulled a baggy sleep shirt over her head and reached underneath it, unhooking her bra and sliding the straps off her shoulders. Sam was always amazed at how effortlessly Jess managed to remove her bra while still wearing a shirt. Surely it would have been easier to just take the bra off in front of him. HOW could she be THAT concerned with him getting a brief glimpse of her breasts? She walked over to the bed. "Whoa, take it easy there, chief. I told you to rub some of that rash cream in. It wasn't an excuse to play with yourself." she said noting Sam's partial erection. "Wipe off your hands." she said handing him a baby wipe. "Grab your legs for me." she said. Sam did as he was told. Jess shook a generous amount of powder onto him before rubbing it in with her smooth hands. "Now you should feel fresh and dry once we get you diapered up... okay, all done." she said pulling the diaper into place. Sam sat up just as Jess turned off the lights and climbed into bed. "So I can watch some TV?" asked Sam tentatively. "Sure, honey, just keep it low, okay?" Sam turned on the TV, yawned, then climbed into bed with Jess. Rolling over, he felt Jess snuggle up behind him and begin spooning him. He loved the feeling of her warm breath against the back of his neck. He felt his penis begin pressing up against the thick padding of his diaper again. She whispered in his ear. "I'm glad we're finally here, honey. Sorry if I've been a little edgy today." "Its no big deal." said Sam. "Okay, well, I love you and... since you haven't had a lot of fluids tonight... I want you to try and keep this diaper dry if you can, okay?" she said grabbing his butt through the thick padding. "If you have any accidents its okay but if you need to use the potty in the middle of the night, don't be afraid to wake me up, okay?" "Okay." "And if you have an accident and you're really soaked, I want you to wake me up then too, okay? Because I'd much rather wake up at night to make sure you have a clean diaper and you're comfortable than to wake up tomorrow morning in a wet bed where we'll both be uncomfortable, okay?" said Jess. "Yeah." said Sam closing his eyes and desperately trying NOT to think about his diaper or his accidents.

Jess sat a foot away from Sam on the couch staring at the floor. He sighed, trying not to think about the thick padding beneath his sweat pants. He knew, after over a month, he should be used to it by now. But he wasn't. "Sweetie c'mon. I said I was sorry. I should have told you Shelby would be stopping by. I had planned to but it was a really hectic morning." she said reaching out and taking Sam's hand. "She can't just, you know, come into my house and start bossing me around. Thats ridiculous." said Sam pouting. "Well, from what she tells me, you were kind of asking for it. Seriously Sam, you walked in the door with soaking wet pants." "It was an accident! I didn't mean to." whined Sam. "I know it was, honey. Accidents happen, I understand. But next time I go out of town, I want you to be nicer to Shelby, okay? She is just trying to help." "But I don't need help." said Sam bitting his lip, his eyes tearing up a little, unable to make eye contact with his wife. "Oh, honey, come here." said wrapping her arms around him and hugging him. Sam sniffled a little before taking a deep breath. His wife's perfume smelled so good. He held her tight as she stroked his back. "I'm... an adult." said Sam meekly. "Sweetie, I know you are. I know that. But you have to understand that you have a problem and I'm trying to help you deal with it as best I can. I sent Shelby over because I know you still have trouble taping up your diapers and I didn't want you to feel like I abandoned you when I went on my trip." said Jess. "She just... treated me like..." "You shouldn't have argued with her. No good can come of it. Sam, I love you, and I'll tell Shelby to go easy on you next time but you can't give her an attitude when she's just trying to help. And if you're still having accidents in the daytime, then maybe you need someone to keep an eye on you and make sure your diapers are fitting, okay?" Sam just sighed before nodding. "But... I'm excited for our trip tomorrow. Aren't you? We can finally spend two days getting away from it all." Sam nodded again. "Are you all packed?" asked Jess. "Yeah, you?" asked Sam. "Almost, I just need to grab a few things out of the dryer." said Jess getting up. Sam stared at her butt as she stood up. The tight jeans she was wearing were some of the sexiest he'd ever seen. 'Probably new' he thought to himself. Jess leaned over and kissed Sam on the forehead, tussling his hair a bit before walking out of the room. Sam began to fantasize about the coming weekend. He had already called the hotel and scheduled a massage for Jess on Saturday, knowing full well she'd be rested and relaxed that evening. Sam reasoned that that he should probably offer to help Jess pack. While she rarely wanted/needed his help in areas like this, figured that such a nice gesture would certainly earn him some points. As he stood up, he felt the thick, soft padding between his legs and the fresh particles of baby powder between his butt cheeks. He rolled his eyes, trying his best to ignore the feeling around his waist. As he walked into the laundry room, he saw Jess unloading dozens of bras and panties from the dryer. Spacing out, he began fantasizing about the weekend again. In the pile of laundry, there were dozens of fairly mundane pairs of colored briefs and bikini style panties but, every once and a while, Sam caught a glimpse of a some lacy boyshorts or a thong. He wondered what she'd be wearing to bed at the hotel. "Can I help you?" asked Jess raising on eyebrow and staring back at Sam. "Huh?" was all he could manage to say. "Can I ask why you are staring at my underwear?" said Jess putting her hands on her hips. "Oh, I um, was just wondering if you needed any help with laundry... or packing or anything." said Sam. Jess smirked a little. "I'm fine, thanks sweetie." she said picking up a basket full of clean laundry and walking into the other room. Shuffling slowly through the open bedroom door, Sam noticed Jess picking up his bag. "Is this all you're taking?" she asked. "Yeah, you know I always travel light, babe." "And you have something nice to wear to dinner on Saturday?" she asked. "Yeah, you bet." said Sam. She set the bag down on the bedroom floor. "And you brought plenty of diapers?" she asked. "Yeah." "How many?" "Two. One for each night we're there. Duh." said Sam a little sarcastically. "Not sure thats gonna be enough, honey." she said pulling out Sam's blue package of diapers from the closet. "What do you mean?!" asked Sam indignantly. "Well, for one thing, what if you wake up wet in the middle of the night like you did last week? You could get a rash. And there's going to be alcohol there and you know how many accidents that creates." said Jess pulling several diapers out of the open, blue package and unzipping Sam's bag. "Actually, it might be easier if we just packed a separate bag for your nighttime supplies and everything." said Jess taking out the two diapers Sam had packed. Jess began packing a small gym bag. "Jess... even if I go through two diapers a night, I'm still not gonna need that many." "Its better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it. Thats what I always say. And I know you aren't going to like this, honey, but I think we both know that we'll probably make much better time tomorrow if you wear some protection in the car." "What?!!" Sam shouted. "Sweetie, calm down." "So I have to wear these stupid things in the daytime now too!" "Just while we're driving, honey. I don't want a little accident ruining our whole trip... or my leather seats." "You gotta be kidding. I don't wet during the day, Jess!" "Okay, first of all, thats not entirely accurate, Sam. And second, you need to realize that whether you have accidents on any given day, the fact is that you have a really small bladder. And even if you don't pee yourself, its a couple of hours in the car and I don't want to be stopping every 20 minutes just to make sure YOU can use the toilet. What if we got caught in a traffic jam, Sam? You'd soak yourself. Then I'd get to drive around for the rest of the trip in a car that smells like pee. Look, you're not changing my mind on this. You're wearing diapers in the car and thats final. I love you, Sam, but you and you're tiny bladder are not going to ruin my vacation." said Jess putting a bottle of baby powder and a box of wipes into zip lock bags. Sam drove home from work the next afternoon a little disgruntled. While he was relieved that Jess wanted to drive, he couldn't shake the feeling of inferiority that had been following him since their conversation the previous night. Diapers during the day? The entire idea just upset Sam. Nevertheless... he knew, deep down, that they would probably make better time. He could recall a number of close calls he'd had driving with Jess. He'd never actually wet himself on a road trip but he'd been close so many times. "Okay, honey. Do you wanna run and tinkle and meet me in the bedroom?" said Jess with a smile. The words stung. 'Tinkle?' why the hell did she have to say that? Still... Sam did as he was told. As he stripped off his pants and underwear in front of Jess, he felt nervous at first. She'd diapered him plenty of times but being confined to diapers for the rest of the day at such an early hour was yet another blow to his ego. Sam knew how immature it would be to cry over an issue like this but, once again, he bit his lip as Jess rubbed baby powder into his butt . Sam closed his eyes and tried to picture himself somewhere else, anywhere else, as Jess slid an open, disposable diaper underneath his butt. As she pulled the front panel into place, surrounding his genitals in padding, he knew his fate was sealed. Strangely, he felt himself breath a long sigh of relief as Jess pulled the tapes of his diaper into place. It was over. There was nothing more he could do. He was relieved. If nothing else, he had gone willingly and avoided any argument about it. In truth, there was nothing more to worry about from this point onward. Jess would be driving. He could read, nap, or listen to music the whole way there. He'd be on vacation before long. As Sam waddled behind Jess through their apartment parking lot, he couldn't help but wonder if anyone would notice his awkward gate. In broad daylight, the bulge under his sweat pants might be visible, even obvious, to anyone watching him. It was warm outside and he loved the tight pair of short shorts his wife was sporting- the outline of her panties visible in the bright afternoon sun. They set their luggage in the back of Jess' SUV, climbed in, and drove away. "I'm really glad we decided to do this, Sam." said Jess smiling at him. While Sam had been wallowing in self pity for the first few minutes of the trip, he couldn't help but smile back at Jess. "Me too." he said. Despite the fact that he'd had nothing to drink, it wasn't long before the urge to pee began mounting. He hadn't told Jess at first, afraid he'd be proving her little theory about his bladder correct. In truth, he had actually contemplating using his diaper. After all, it was more convenient, and even less embarrassing than getting out of the car and risking being seen. Now Sam was having a change of heart as the pressure in his bladder began building. 'Why do I always have to wait till the last minute?' Sam thought to himself. He wondered if he'd be in trouble at all if he simply went in his diaper and said nothing. "Hey Jess..." "Yeah? Whats up?" she asked. "I um..." "What is it, honey?" "I have to go pee." said Sam staring at the floor in shame. He didn't know what he had to be embarrassed about. For some reason, he felt instant regret as soon as the words left his mouth. Even though he was being honest and his diaper was still dry, he just didn't feel right. Now, if he wet his diaper, it would be painfully obvious what had happened. He felt vulnerable. "Actually, I was going to stop for gas here shortly anyway. There's a Shell station about 20 minutes from here. Can you hold on, sweetie?" "Uh, yeah, I mean, sure." said Sam trying to sound nonchalant. Sam began wondering just how the entire process would even go. Jess always diapered him much too tight for him to be able to pull his diaper down below his waist. Of course, getting the diaper off would be the easy part. Getting it back on was another story. 10 minutes later and Sam had begun squirming. The padding between his legs made crossing them almost impossible. Jess glanced over at him a few times but had said nothing. His state must have been obvious. "You okay, honey?" she asked. "Uh... yeah, fine." he said, blushing a little. Finally, Sam lost his battle. He quickly thrust his hand between his legs as he felt the first bit of pee squirt into his padded crotch. As the flow became stronger, Sam tried not to squirm. He remained absolutely still as he felt his diaper warm and expand. If nothing else, maybe Jess wouldn't notice he was actually wetting himself and he might retain a little bit of dignity. She glanced over at him once as he was doing this but said nothing. He couldn't believe how full his bladder had been. He felt it harder and harder to keep his legs together as the padding between his legs swelled. Finally, the seat of his diaper warmed a little as the last of his pee trickled its way down. He could only hope that his diaper hadn't leaked. If nothing else, it was dusk now and his state might be much less obvious to Jess. Just then, he heard the familiar sound of a turn signal. He looked up. They were exiting off the highway. Sam mentally scolded himself for being unable to hold on for longer. Just 5 more minutes and he might have made it. "Okay, I'm gonna fill up, do you wanna run and potty?" said Jess as they pulled into the gas station. "I uh... um... don't have to go anymore." "Ohhh, sweetie, I'm sorry, did you wet your diaper?" she said putting her arm around Sam's shoulder. Sam hated the condescending tone of voice she was using but he knew she was just concerned for him. He nodded. She leaned over and hugged him. "Its okay. Accidents happen. Thats why your wearing diapers. Its okay, I'm not mad." she said stroking his back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." "Sam, you're on vacation. Don't stress. Its not your fault. I'm going to get out and pump some gas, then we'll see about getting you a clean diaper okay?"

You call my remarks snide, then proceed to hurl some insults of your own at me? Isn't that a tad hypocritical. I'm honestly sorry if my remarks came off as snide. But most people know to capitalize the letter 'i' when speaking in the first person. If you're going to go through the trouble of writing a story, is it so much to ask that you capitalize a few letters to make the story easier to read? I think its important to show a little courtesy to the readers- the people who you've actually written the story for. As I said earlier, I have no problem with people who make a few grammar mistakes or aren't sure how to spell a word or two but seriously, we all know that capitol letters begin sentences and periods end them, right? We all know that when writing a story in the first person, the letter 'i' is always capitalized, right? I don't mean to discourage anyone from writing. This story is a neat one. Honestly. But I certainly don't condone people who disregard obvious grammar and punctuation simply because they can't be bothered to capitalize a few letters and make THEIR STORY, THEIR CREATIVE WORK, just a tad bit easier to read for all those who have taken the time to look at it. Good luck with the story. Its certainly proving to be interesting to say the least. But, in the future, capitalize the letter 'i' when necessary. Thats all I'm saying. Didn't realize I would start such an uproar.

Sam picked up his cell phone and called Jess. He knew that getting her on the phone would be his only real leverage against Shelby, who now seemed a little irritated with him. No answer. Sam sat down on his bed and sighed. He knew he now had no choice but to get out his diapering supplies and get ready for bed. As he pulled the front panel of the diaper up covering himself, he began to consider just how pointless this nightly routine really was. He wondered why he should even bother diapering himself if Jess was just going to tell him he screwed up 5 seconds later. Still... except for his birthday, he loathed the experience of laying down and getting diapered by Jess. The fact that it was easy, convenient, and less work for him meant nothing in comparison to the embarrassment he felt. Wearing diapers was bad enough... but laying there helplessly while someone else put his diaper on for him was just humiliating. Now Jess was sending other people over to perform the task. And how could Jess even be sure that his diaper would leak? Its not like it had ever happened before. After all, by NOW, Sam thought he'd mastered it. Sam stepped into a pair of sweat pants and took a deep breath before walking into the living room. He felt the same nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach that he'd had on the first night Jess had diapered him. Now he felt like he had to go through that same humiliation all over again. "Okay... are you ready for me to check your diaper?" said Shelby with a friendly smile. Sam just nodded as he slowly walked over to Shelby. "Okay, lets get these off of you for now." said Shelby pulling his pants down to his ankles. "Hey! What are you doing?!" asked Sam, indignantly. "Um... fixing your diaper." said Shelby as if Sam had just asked the most obvious question in the world. "Can I keep my pants on while we're doing this? You just have to look at the tapes, right?" pleaded Sam. "No Sam, I can't. You realize that the longer you argue with me, the longer this whole process is going to take, right? If you could just be adult about the whole thing and lie down on the floor, we'd be done by now." said Shelby. "Why do I even have to lay down?" asked Sam. Shelby sighed. "Sam... Jess is right. I can already tell you didn't get the tapes right. Now... are you going to do what I say? Or am I gonna have to tell Jess that you fought me on this every step of the way. Because frankly, I don't like the tone you've been taking with me." Sam knew he was in trouble now. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster. He leaned over and pulled his feet out of his sweat pants and set them aside before laying down on the living room floor. He said nothing. Shelby knelt down beside him and ripped open the tapes on his diaper. As she pulled the front panel forward, Sam could feel the thick padding tightening more snugly around his genitals. Shelby then began pulling the tapes back into place. "So Jess tells me you're excited about your little trip with her next weekend. Says you guys have been planning it for weeks." said Shelby as she pulled the last tape into place. "Yeah, I guess so." said Sam unenthusiastically. "Okay, you are all set for bed, mister." said Shelby standing up. Sam sat up quickly, fumbling a little to get his pants pulled back up. "Okay, well I've got to be getting home. I'll see you same time tomorrow. And I'll expect you to be a little more cooperative than you were tonight. Otherwise I might have to give Jess a call. Have a good night, Sam." said Shelby opening the front door. Sam said nothing. He just held his breath until Shelby had shut the door behind her and locked it. He breathed a sigh of relief. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I don't see why you're so surprised, Sam. You know you can't get the tapes right. You know you need help, so whats the big deal. A few times last week I even diapered you." said Jess. Sam just shook his head as he held his cell phone up to his ear. "You still should have told me she was coming. She scared the hell out of me. I didn't expect to see anyone else in our apartment." he said. "Okay, I'm sorry, Sam. That was my fault. I was just in a rush to get to the airport." "And then she was being really rude to me, telling me that she didn't like the tone of voice I was using and that she'd have to call you." "Yeah? Did you give her any trouble." asked Jess. "Jess, shit, that doesn't matter. She was in my house and she was ordering me around and-" "Well maybe if you didn't throw a temper tantrum like a child every time you had to get ready for bed, she wouldn't have to order you around." "I never throw a temper tantrum, I just don't like it when-" "I'm sorry, Sam. I can't argue with you right now. I have to go. I'm sorry I didn't tell you she'd be coming over. And just so you know, she'll be there again tonight, and I think you should be extra nice to her, okay?" Sam said nothing. He just shook his head. "I'll talk to you later. I love you... Sam? Sam, can you hear me?" "Yeah... I love you too." said Sam, closing his cell phone and sliding it into his pocket. 'GREAT! There goes my Saturday night' he thought to himself. He walked back inside of the restaurant where his friends were waiting. It was only 7:45 at night and already he knew he'd have to be home early to put his diaper on. Still... he didn't want to let Jess, or even Shelby for that matter, ruin his evening. As often happened, Sam drank a few beers too many and ended up feeling a bit tipsy. Too embarrassed to tell his friends that he needed to be driven home by 9, he decided to simply call a cab. "That'll cover it, right?" asked Sam standing up, a little unbalanced, and setting some cash down on the table. "Whoa, Sam its only 9:05, what gives?" asked his friend. "Sorry, Brad. The wife wants me home by 9:30." he said. "Can't you tell her you're out with the guys and you'll be a little late?" he pressed. "No, not tonight, man. I'm sorry. We're going on a trip together next weekend and I can't have my women mad at me." said Sam. "Oh, I get it. A sort of second honeymoon?" "Shit, I hope so. Its been, well... too long since I've had sex." said Sam. "You and me both, bro. You need a ride?" "No, I called a cab, thanks man." said Sam with a smile. As Sam rode home, a part of him wished he had one friend close enough to confide in about his wetting. He honestly wasn't sure if Jess had been too hard on him or if she was absolutely right to treat him the way she did. After all, spending months waking up in a pee soaked bed was probably more than just a minor inconvenience to her. And while it was a great relief to escape the shame of soaking their bed every night, lately it was beginning to feel like wearing diapers just made his entire situation MORE embarrassing. 'Wetting the bed was bad enough, but how can you argue anything knowing that you NEED to wear diapers to bed like a toddler? Knowing that you NEED to have someone there to babysit you while you put them on' he thought. Running up the stairwell to his apartment, the pressure on Sam's bladder was beginning to build. The elevator in the building had been out of order and Sam realized that he would have to use the stairs just as the beers he drank had begun to catch up with him. Still a little drunk and uncoordinated, Sam tripped just as he reached the top of the stairs. Standing up, Sam was relieved that he hadn't injured himself in the fall... until he began to feel a warm trickling down his pant leg. He tried crossing his legs but it was too late. The warm flood soaked through his boxer briefs creating an unmistakable wet spot over the front of his pants. Shivering a little in the cold night air, he looked at his watch. It was 9:47. Sam felt a little overwhelmed. 'Would Shelby be mad? Would Jess?' he wondered. After about a minute or two of worrying, the cold feeling of his wet pants just became too much. He had to go inside. He had to get warm. He didn't care how. He took off his coat and held it in front of him. This might just conceal his accident. Although, he had to admit, he was very wet and his urine had dribbled all the way down his pant legs. He walked into the front door and saw Shelby sitting on the couch with her arms crossed and a tense look on her face. "Hi." said Sam awkwardly. "Hi yourself. I was wondering when you'd show up. Do you have any idea what time it is?" said Shelby. "I know, I know. I'm really sorry I'm late. I got, uh, stuck in traffic and the elevator downstairs isn't working. Anyway, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Shelby, I just need to go and take a quick shower-" "Oh no, no, no. I think you've been stalling long enough." said Shelby standing up and walking over to Sam. She stopped about 3 feet away from him and sniffed the air. "Sam, are you drunk?" she asked with an irritated look on her face. "N-n-n-no. I just... had a few beers with the guys." said Sam timidly. "Did you drive?!" asked Shelby, looking almost shocked. Sam shook his head. Now getting nervous that Shelby was standing so close to him, he clutched his jacket even tighter, hoping that she wouldn't notice his pants. "No, I got a cab. Thats why I was late. I'm sorry. I just have to go and shower and I'll be right back." said Sam slowly backing up towards his bedroom. "I told you Sam, you can't stall anymore. What are you hiding?" asked Shelby following him as he inched across the room. "Nothing, really." said Sam rather unconvincingly. Now Sam's bedroom door was practically at his back and Shelby was standing right in front of him. Just as he was about to run into his bedroom and slam the door in Shelby's face, she reached forward and grabbed the jacket right out of his hands. "Sam!" she shouted. "I'm sorry, Shelby. It was an accident. I'm just going to jump in the shower and-" "You peed your pants!?" she said in disbelief. "I'm sorry." "I wait here for nearly an hour for you and when you show up, you're drunk and you've wet your pants. Wow." said Shelby shaking her head and staring at Sam with a disgusted look on her face. "Please don't tell Jess." Sam pleaded. "I'm sorry Sam, if you think I'm going to keep this from Jess, you've got another thing coming. Every time I come over here its like dealing with a 15 year old. No, scratch that, its like dealing with a 5 year old. Take off your pants." "Look, Shelby, I'm just going to go and take a quick shower, okay?" "Sam, take off your pants. NOW." said Shelby. Sam did as he was told. Embarrassed by the thought of Shelby seeing him naked, he kept his wet underwear on. "Underpants too. Come on." "Look Shelby, can I just-" "Sam, you're really pushing your luck right now. I don't want to hear another word out of you until you're ready for bed, okay? Now take off your underpants." Sam said nothing. He just peeled off his soaked underwear and handed it to Shelby. He now stood there wearing only a damp t shirt. "Okay. You've got exactly 5 minutes to go to your bathroom and shower. I'll meet you in your bedroom when you're done. You obviously soaked yourself tonight so I wanna smell soap on every inch of your body when you get out. If you're not out in 5 minutes, I'll come in there and turn the water off myself. I'm not kidding, Sam. You're wasting time." With that, Sam rushed into his bathroom, pulled off his shirt, and jumped under the warm water. The confusion, the fear, and being drunk all made Sam very disoriented. He couldn't think straight. One thing was certain in his mind, he wasn't going to argue with Shelby again. With no watch, Sam quickly became nervous that his 5 minutes might be up so he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Emerging from the steam filled bathroom, he saw Shelby sitting on his bed with a large, opened diaper in her hand. On the bed, he saw a towel with a bottle of baby powder and a tube of rash cream next to it. "Okay, Sam take off your towel and lay down on here." said Shelby patting the side of the bed. Sam hesitated. He said nothing but the idea of standing naked before Shelby really made him nervous. It had been years since anyone but Jess had seen him naked and MONTHS since Jess had even seen him naked! "I work as a nurse, Sam. Its nothing I haven't seen before. If you want, I can get you a shirt." she said setting the large diaper down on the bed and walking over to the dresser and opening it up. She pulled out a t shirt and walked over to Sam. She grabbed the towel and pulled it off of him with one quick tug. Sam covered himself with his hands. He was a little surprised when Shelby walked up behind him and wrapped the towel around the upper half of his body and dried him off a little bit. The entire process probably lasted only 20 seconds, but it felt like it was taking forever. He still couldn't believe he was totally naked. "Okay, you can put this on." she said handing him his t shirt. Sam quickly pulled it over himself. He pulled the t shirt down to cover himself. "Okay, lay down." said Shelby. Sam did as he was told setting his bare butt down on the towel. "Okay, grab your knees and try pulling em' to your chest for me." As Sam did this, she slid his diaper underneath his butt before opening the tube of rash cream. Sam jumped a little when he felt Shelby's cool hand begin rubbing the rash cream onto his butt cheeks. "Its okay, sweetie. Take it easy. I'm just doing this to make sure you don't get a rash." The feeling of her touching his naked butt was so awkward. For a minute, he even wondered if Jess would consider this cheating. But he knew just how silly such a thought really was. Shelby had zero interest in him. The way she saw it, at best, Sam was nothing more than an irresponsible teenager she had to order around. At worst, she saw him as a toddler with serious potty problems. His thought process was interrupted as he felt her hands slide up between his legs briefly. He then felt a tickling sensation on his cheeks as she began to sprinkle baby powder on him. "Okay, down." Just as he released his legs, he felt her pulling the front panel of his diaper up and taping it in place. "Okay, you are all diapered up. And I think since you've had a bit too much to drink, it might be better if you rested up so you won't be too hung over when Jess gets back tomorrow. What do you think?" Sam said nothing. He was still a little shocked that Shelby had just diapered him like he was a toddler. "Sam? You can speak now." "Yeah, um, okay, sure." "Okay, Sam. Now I'm sorry I had to be so stern with you earlier but you were really pushing my buttons. If I do this again for Jess, I want to know that you'll cooperate with me and not give me any arguments, okay? Now do you have anything you want to say to me?" "Um.... s-s-sorry." he said, still laying on the bed in only his diaper and a t shirt. The dry talc felt strange between his butt cheeks. "Its okay, sweetie." she said with a small smile walking out of his room and pulling the door shut behind her. In all the confusion, Sam realized that he really had to pee again. It was the beer, he thought. Of course, if he hadn't been in such a rush, he probably would have just gone in the toilet after he got out of the shower. Since Shelby was gone and he was finally alone, he figured he had nothing to worry about. Drunk and tired, Sam let go and began peeing into his diaper. He smiled knowing that as the garment swelled it would wick all the moisture away from his skin. There was one thing Sam had to admit that he liked about wearing diapers - whenever he wore them, all his 'accidents' were totally guiltless. He pulled the covers over himself and snuggled into bed feeling the warmth between his legs. But after only a couple of minutes, he felt a little thirsty. He reasoned that a glass of water would probably help to prevent a hang over the next morning. Without giving it a second thought, he stumbled over to the door and walked out into the kitchen. There was Shelby standing in the living room, holding her cell phone to her ear. "Sam? Whats the matter, you can't sleep?" she asked. Sam instantly pulled the front of his t shirt down over his diaper, hoping she wouldn't notice that he'd wet. He felt so vulnerable, not to mention chilly, with nothing but a t shirt to cover himself. "Who are you talking to?" he asked, fearing that she'd already called Jess. "Just checking my voicemail before I head out... can I help you with anything?" she asked. "Um, uh, no. I'm fine, really. I just wanted a glass of water." "Okay... does Jess usually let you have fluids after 9?" "Yeah, she does." he said indignantly. "Okay, well, you're all diapered. Whats the worst that could happen, right?" she said with a small smile. Slowly, Sam walked over to the kitchen cabinet and got a glass. He began filling it in the sink. Shelby seemed to just be standing in the living room holding her cell phone to her ear. Chugging his glass of water, Sam quickly moved to retreat to his bedroom, making sure to pull the front of his shirt down as far as it would go to ensure his diaper would remain concealed. His diaper felt noticeably different now and he couldn't help but waddle a little as it drooped between his legs. Just as he began turning to nob to open his bedroom door, he heard the voice. "Sam, wait a second." said Shelby. "What?" he said casually glancing back at her. "Did you wet your diaper?" she asked walking over to him. "Uh... no." he said now practically tearing his shirt as he stretched it down to cover his diaper. "Um, yeah I think you did. Look at you. That can't be comfortable. Let me see." she said grabbing his wrist and pulling it up to reveal his diaper. The sagging white bulge between his legs was obvious. "Oh, yep. Wow, you just can't stay dry tonight, can you? Jess said this happens a lot when you drink. C'mon." she said leading him by the hand and going into the bedroom. She pulled out his blue package of diapers along with a box of baby wipes. "Lay down on the towel." she said. 'Not this again' Sam thought to himself climbing back onto the bed. "You're just a little pee machine tonight, aren't you?" she said ripping the tapes and opening his soggy diaper. She slid it out from under him and threw it away in his diaper genie. "I guess it was all that alcohol you drank. Seriously, I diapered you like 10 minutes ago. I guess I should have known something was up when you waddled into the kitchen with that awkward look on your face. You know you need to find somebody to change you as soon as you wet. You could get a rash sleeping in that diaper all night." Sam flinched as Shelby slid the cool wipes over his skin. Finally, she opened a dry diaper and slid it underneath his butt before shaking loads of powder onto his crotch and rubbing it in. She pulled the diaper into place and quickly taped it up. "Okay... there you go. Now please try to keep this one dry for a little longer okay, sweetie? Sweet dreams." she said standing up and walking out.

I hate to sound so critical but is it really that much trouble to capitalize the letter 'i' ? I know not all authors on here are experts on grammar and spelling (myself included) but honestly, its not that difficult to capitalize a letter, right?

Hey guys, sorry for the short, short update but theres a lot more to come. Ill have it up shortly. ------------------------------------ Jess just sat at the table blushing, nervous that someone in the restaurant might have heard her conversation with her best friend. Shelby smiled a little before pulled her blonde hair into a pony tail and closing her menu. "So diapers have actually made Sam a better man, huh?" said Shelby with a small smirk on her face. "Shelby! Shhh, not so loud, okay?" said Jess looking around nervously. Jess always hated talking about her husband's bedwetting but, after their purchases from the medical supply store nearly a month ago, Shelby was all too curious about how things had turned out. Still smirking a little, Shelby leaned in a little bit and looked at Jess. "Okay, okay, I don't want to embarrass you. But things have been better between you guys?" "Yeah, they really have. Its not so much that they've made him a better man or anything, its just that we get along better. We're both sleeping better so we're both less cranky when we wake up, you know?" "But didn't you say that Sam put up a bit of a fight for a while?" asked Shelby. "No, I laid down the law that day and I told him he was going to be wearing... protection to bed. He just kept arguing about the whole 9:30 rule. Now he's much better. He's home by 9 every night and he's all ready for bed by 9:30." "Good for you. No leaks?" "No, no, we haven't had any leaks. They're... really absorbent." "Well its good to know you showed him who's boss." "Yeah... actually, it sounds kind of weird to say this but..." "Jess? What is it?" "Its nothing... its just that..." Jess had a small, shy smile on her face. "Ever since he's been wearing... protection, we just haven't been fighting as much. He's home by 9 every night. Sometimes he even comes home early. He doesn't drink as much. And its kind of cute how shy he is about letting me see him in his diapers. I think this whole experience took his ego down a few notches, you know? Instead of groping me in the middle of the night or constantly looking for sex, he'll... put his arm around me. Or sometimes we'll just lay down in bed and cuddle." "Thats nice. So... I take it the diapers haven't exactly improved your sex life." "Shelby! Thats kind of a personal question." "Okay, I'll take that as a 'no'. Jess, we're best friends. If I met some cute guy or got any action, I'd let YOU know. Wasn't last week Sam's birthday?" "Yeah, it was." "And?" asked Shelby inquisitively. "Well, he had a stressful day at work and he was really tired but... I guess you could say I gave him a hand." Shelby smiled. "Now, could we please change the subject?" asked Jess. "Sure. So are you all packed for your trip to L.A.?" "Yeah, I'm all set. Actually Shelby, could I ask a favor of you while I'm gone these next two days?" "Sure, anything." The digital clock on Sam's dashboard read 8:57. He slid his tie out from around his shirt collar and tossed it onto the passenger seat. Just a few more minutes and he'd be home. While Sam knew that he would miss Jess while she was away, he was still looking forward to having the house all to himself. In some strange way, he felt like he did when he was a teenager and his parents went out of town. Of course, he didn't have any wild parties planned for tonight. Quite the opposite really. He planned to use the night as a chance to sit on the couch, drink a beer, relax, maybe watch an action film. All day, he'd been debating whether or not he'd wear a diaper to bed. Over the past month, he'd almost gotten used to taping a thick disposable diaper around his waist every night before 9:30. It was just part of his routine at this point. Still... there was something freeing about the idea that he wouldn't have to follow that same schedule and, if HE didn't want to wear a diaper to bed, he didn't have to. Washing the sheets the next day would be a simple maneuver and Jess would be none the wiser. Sam fumbled a little with the keys to the front door before opening it and stepping inside. He took off his jacket and set it down on the couch along with his keys. Suddenly, Shelby walked out of the kitchen. Startled, Sam jumped a little as she emerged from behind the corner. "Shit, Shelby you scared me." he said. "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to scare you. Jess gave me a key." Seeing her standing in his living room, Sam instantly felt nervous. Even though Shelby was one of Jess' best friends, he'd always been kind of shy around her. She stood about 2 inches taller than Sam and despite the fact that she was older, Sam always thought she was fairly attractive. Attractive, but intimidating. At 24 years old, Sam was more than 10 years younger than Shelby and he'd always had a suspicion that she looked down on him a little. After all, Shelby and Jess were best friends and told each other everything. And even though Shelby had never said anything to him, he was fairly certain that she knew about his bedwetting. Her friendly smile did little to reassure Sam. 'Why is she here?' Sam wondered. "You know, I'm sorry, Jess actually left for L.A. this morning." said Sam. "Yeah, I know. She asked me to drop by. She wanted me to pick up the mail, water your plants, just make sure everything's okay while she's gone." said Shelby. "Well, thats nice I guess but, you know, I'm home. I could have done all of that." said Sam hesitantly. "I know, Sam but Jess said you work late a lot and I told her I would be in your neighborhood." "Okay, well, thanks for stopping by." "Actually, Sam, Jess also wanted me to stop by so I could check on you." "Check on me?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I guess she was in such a hurry to make it to the airport that she forgot to mention it. One of the reasons Jess wanted me to stop by tonight was to make sure you got diapered by 9:30." "Wait, w-w-what?" asked Sam, tired and unsure if his ears were deceiving him. "Jess told me its kind of an embarrassing subject for you. But she said you know 9:30 is the rule and you wouldn't give me any trouble." "Oh, uh, no. I mean, of course not. Yeah, I was just about to go in there and get... uh, all ready for bed. I actually had kind of a long day." "Great. Well, I'll just be out here if you need any help." said Shelby smiling. "Oh, um, thats okay. I'll be okay, I mean, I know how to do it." "Yeah... okay, Sam, Jess told me that you're still having trouble with getting the fit right and putting the tapes in the right places so since she's out of town, I'm going to be helping you out tonight. Jess said sometimes its easier for her to just get your supplies out and diaper you herself. I work at a hospital so changing adult diapers is something I'm really well versed in. If you want, I'd be more than happy to give you some help. If not, thats okay too. But at the very least, I'm gonna have to do a quick diaper check when you come out just to make sure the tapes are in place." "L-l-look, I don't know what Jess told you exactly but... I'm fine. Really, its no big deal. I can handle it." "Sweetie, I understand this is a little embarrassing for you, okay? I understand how you feel but... this isn't up to you. I'm here for Jess. Now when I leave here tonight, I want to be able to text my best friend and tell her that her husband is ready for bed and is going to be all dry tonight. So... I'm looking at my watch and its 9:19. You've got plenty of time to get ready and you can come out here at 9:30 and I'll check your diaper for you, okay?" "Look Shelby, I know you and Jess are best friends but I really don't think-" "Look, Sam if its not about your diaper, then I really don't want to hear about it. This isn't up for discussion, okay? I'm trying to be nice about this but I'm not leaving here until I see that your wearing a diaper and you've got the tapes fitting, okay? You better get in there, you're wasting time." Sam was feeling so many emotions. He couldn't believe that Shelby could talk to him like that in his own house. But he was really mad at Jess. Now feeling defeated by Shelby's assertive personality, Sam hung his head and shuffled into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Hey guys, sorry for the delays with this story. This next segment might get a tad explicit but we're all adults at an ADULT website, right? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam loosed his tie as he squinted to see the dark road on his way home from work. His day had been exhausting, not to mention stressful. At the beginning of the day, he'd been so excited that it was his birthday. Now, he couldn't wait to just put a long day of work behind him and go to bed. Still... since he'd been on good terms with Jess, he knew that some kind of 'celebration' would be in order. Even though Sam had seen a few bumps in the road in his relationship with Jess, she always had a way of making him feel appreciated on his birthday. He felt like he needed her more than ever tonight. Since he knew he'd be late, he told Jess not to invite any of their friends to come by and that they could celebrate later. Part of him knew that, getting home at 9:00 at night, he'd be in no mood to have company. But another part of him knew the advantages of spending his birthday with his wife... alone... just the two of them. Sam was finally beginning to feel a little more confident about his situation. He wore diapers to bed, but he could tell Jess was beginning to get used to it. As long as he diapered himself before 9:30, everything was good between them. Sam opened the front door and walked in, glancing at his watch. It was 9:14. On the coffee table, in the living room, Sam saw a chocolate cake with some candles on it. A small, barely visible smile came to his face as Jess walked into the room. Her golden brown hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing some tight jeans and a green, low cut sweater that showed a little cleavage. 'Not the same thing as standing there in lingerie but not a bad sign either' thought Sam. "Hey birthday boy!" she said walking over to the cake and lighting the candles. "Thanks, Jess." he said. "You're welcome. Happy Birthday. How was your day?" she said wrapping her arms around him and giving him a hug. "Long." he said. "Yeah? You wanna make a wish?" she said stroking his back a little. Sam leaned over and blew out the candles. Jess smiled. "I'm going to get some plates. You want a glass of wine?" said Jess walking into the kitchen. "Sure." said Sam. Already he felt a lot better. He liked where this seemed to be going. And then it hit. "Sam, sweetie, you wanna go get ready for bed and I'll have a slice of cake ready for you when you get out?" asked Jess, clearly prodding him to go and diaper himself. Sam sighed. For a fleeting moment, he thought maybe she'd forgot or, better yet, simply decided that him wearing a diaper at 9:30 sharp wasn't so important. Yeah... wishful thinking. Sam said nothing, he picked up his glass of wine and walked out of the kitchen. He closed the bedroom door and drank it in one swig. Still a little tired, it took all of Sam's concentration to pull the large front panel up between his legs, covering his gentiles in the thick padding. After putting on some sweat pants, Sam walked back out into the kitchen. A nice slice of his chocolate cake was sitting on a plate on the counter. "Can I have another glass of wine?" asked Sam setting his empty glass down on the kitchen counter. "Sure, birthday boy, whatever you want. But first... you know the drill." said Jess. Sam lifted his arms up a little as Jess leaned in and began rolling up his t shirt a little before grabbing ahold of the waistband of his sweat pants and inching them down. Feeling Jess' hands on his hips and smelling her perfume was so sensual. She peeled off the bottom tape and retaped his diaper. "Okay... you've gotten a lot better lately but you need to practice making this leg band a little tighter, okay?" Sam nodded. Sam them pulled up his pants, covering his diaper as Jess poured him another glass of wine. He sat on the couch taking small bites of the cake. "How was your day?" asked Sam putting his arm around Jess' shoulder. "It was actually kind of slow." said Jess, smiling a little as Sam put his arm around her. "Thanks so much for the cake." said Sam. "Yeah, I bought you some little gifts too." she said pulling out two small presents in wrapping paper. Unwrapping them, Sam found a DVD set of his favorite television show and a $50 itunes gift card... something he'd be wanting for a long time. "Thanks so much." he said leaning in for another, longer hug. With a small smile, Jess stood up. "Where are you going?" asked Sam holding onto her hand as she stood up. "Sweetie, I desperately need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay?" "Yeah... okay." said Sam sounding slightly disappointed. Jess then leaned over, looked Sam in the eyes, and kissed him on the cheek before walking out. Sam could feel his erection pressing up against the soft padding on the inside of his diaper. 'Did she have any idea what a tease she was?' Sam thought to himself. Suddenly, Sam had an idea. He could rush to the bedroom to catch Jess just as she was exiting the bathroom. They'd both be in the bedroom. He could take her in his arms and kiss her passionately. It was, after all, his birthday and she didn't seem too stressed. He got up and proceeded into the bedroom, hearing the sound of Jess flushing the toilet. Sam paced back and forth for a few seconds before hearing the sound of Jess unzipping a plastic bag. He finally realized what was taking so long. Jess was putting on make up. She often spent too much time in front of the mirror worrying about her make up, her hair, or just her appearance in general. On the one hand, Sam was growing a little impatient. On the other hand, he was happy Jess was trying to look good for his birthday. Sam laid back on the bed waiting patiently. His eyelids felt so heavy. He also was beginning to realize he had to pee. He rolled his eyes as he contemplated uptaping his diaper to use the bathroom. He was too tired to even think about going through that entire process again. He wondered what could be taking Jess so long. The next thing Sam could remember was waking up in a dark room. He leaned over to look at his digital clock. It was 1:18 a.m. He was covered up. He realized Jess must have tucked him in when she saw he had dozed off. Jess was sleeping beside him under the covers, wearing a light blue tank top, the straps of her sports bra clearly visible. 'Damn!' Sam thought to himself, realizing he'd missed what seemed like a perfect opportunity to be close his wife. Now feeling way too warm under the covers, Sam pulled them off of himself. Still wearing his t shirt and sweat pants, Sam sat up in bed. Once he moved, Sam instantly felt the soggy bulge between his legs of a very thick, very warm, very wet diaper under his pants. Sam just sat staring at his crotch, his erection now pressing up against the front of his warm diaper. He sighed. His diaper was clearly uncomfortable and he was very tired. He knew he could change it if he wanted to but that he'd be waking Jess up. Not only that, but he HATED the idea of Jess seeing him squirming around, half naked, on their bedroom floor, trying to wipe and re-diaper himself. That ridiculous image might hurt his chances with Jess later on. Maybe, just maybe, he was being too paranoid. It was his birthday after all. Shouldn't he at least be able to sleep in a DRY diaper? Just then, Jess rolled over and began rubbing her eyes. "Whats the matter, honey?" she said in a groggy voice putting her hand on Sam's knee. Sam just looked down at his wife. "Nothing, honey. Go back to sleep." he whispered. Jess then sat up in bed a little bit and put her hand on Sam's shoulder. As the blanket slid off her body, Sam caught sight of the light blue pair of tight briefs she was wearing. Kind of sexy, he thought to himself. "What is it? Are you having trouble sleeping?" "Yeah, just a little." said Sam. "You were out like a light earlier. You looked exhausted." said Jess "Yeah... I was." "Did you wet your diaper?" she asked pulling back the waistband of his sweat pants. "Hey!" said Sam grabbing hold of his sweat pants and covering up his diaper back up. "Sweetie, its okay if you did. I'm not mad or anything. But I want to know and I need you to be honest with me, okay? Now, I'll ask you again, did you have an accident in your diaper?" "Yeah." said Sam sighing, knowing full well he'd now have to get out of bed and change. "Well maybe thats part of the reason you can't sleep. Sam, if you have an accident, you can't just leave it. You'll get a rash." "I know, I know. I just woke up and... I was trying not to wake you." "I know... you're sweet." said Jess kissing him on the cheek again. "Okay... well, I'm gonna get the stuff out of the closet." said Sam. "Not so fast." said Jess taking his hand. "What?" asked Sam, confused. "It's your birthday, I don't want you to lift a finger." she said getting out of bed. Sam couldn't help but stare at her. She was wearing nothing but a sports bra, a light blue tank top, and a pair of tight briefs that really made her butt look good. She walked over to Sam's side of the bed and put her hands on his shoulders. "Just lay back... relax... let me handle this." she whispered. Too groggy to argue, Sam did as he was told. He watched Jess walk over to the closet and pull out his diapering supplies- his baby wipes, his container or baby powder, and of course- his package of adult diapers. She set them all down on edge of the bed near Sam's feet. "Lift up your butt for me." she said grabbing hold of his sweat pants and sliding them off. Sam blushed as Jess pull the pants off of his feet, exposing his bulging wet diaper. He felt so vulnerable in front of her wearing only a t shirt and his warm, saturated diaper. Jess walked over to the dresser and folded Sam's sweat pants, setting them down. Realizing he needed to pee a little and knowing Jess was probably only a few seconds away from opening his diaper, Sam just let go. Nervous about the entire ordeal, Sam hadn't thought much about his decision. He just did it knowing full well he could take advantage of the fact that he didn't have to get out of bed to pee. The warm liquid trickled over his balls before being fully absorbed into the diaper. The warmth was beginning to arouse him. He looked up and saw Jess standing over him with her hands on her hips. "I can't believe you." she said with a small smirk on her face. "What?" asked Sam innocently. "You're like laying there soaking in your own pee... and you have a hard on. Unbelievable." "Oh... yeah... I, uh..." said Sam turning red and trying to pull his t shirt down over the front of his diaper. "Its okay, Sam." said Jess grabbing his hands. "Its pointless to hide it now and I need your shirt to be rolled up if we're gonna get you changed." she said rolling his t shirt up to expose his bare stomach. Jess ripped the tapes, opening the diaper and releasing a wave of cool air onto Sam's damp genitals. Ignoring his erection, Jess ran the first wipe over his testicles and down between his legs. Sam flinched a little feeling the ice cold baby wipe on his skin. She grasped his penis in her hands through a cool baby wipe and began stroking it. Just as Sam was becoming certain that the stroking motion had become sexual, Jess threw the wipe into the yellow stained, front panel of his saturated diaper. "Lift your butt for me." said Jess grabbing the wet diaper and used wipes, sliding them out from under Sam, and folding them up. Sam stared at his wife's toned butt as she walked over to the other end of the room to dispose of his diaper. She walked matter-of-factly over to Sam's side of the bed and pulled a new diaper from its package. As she began unfolding it, hopes of things getting sexual began to look very remote. "Lift up your butt for me again." she said pulling two baby wipes from their container. Sam was caught off guard as he felt the cold caress of the wipes along his bare butt. Jess them shook a generous amount of powder into the seat on the new, open diaper before sliding under Sam's butt. As embarrassing as it was, Sam was still having great difficulty getting his erection to go away. Jess stood up, walked over to the bathroom, and began washing her hands. Sam lay in bed, unsure of what to do. It was an awkward feeling. His penis and testicles still felt a little cool from the wipes and the dry talc between his butt cheeks tickled a little. 'Was this a hint that he should finish the diapering on his own?' he wondered. Even if it was, it would be difficult for him to comfortably close up the diaper. Just then, Jess emerged from the bathroom and climbed into the bed. Sam began to feel apprehensive, knowing full well his diaper was still open. He noticed his diapering supplies were still laying on the bed near his feet. Jess, sitting up in bed now, leaned over and grabbed the box of baby wipes. Pulling out two wipes, she scooted closer to Sam. He looked her in the eyes, unsure of what was coming next. "Well, I think we're going to have some trouble getting you into a dry diaper while you're like that." she said looking down at him. "Yeah, I uh, I'm sorry." Sam muttered. "Sweetie its okay." she said with a small smile on her face. "Its okay... close your eyes." whispered Jess. Sam closed his eyes and felt Jess grasping him through another cool baby wipe. With a firm grip, she began stroking his shaft. Slow at first, then faster. The feeling of her warm hands through the cool baby wipes was wonderful. With each stroke, he came closer and closer to getting go. Finally he came. For a moment, his mind went totally blank as he tried to catch his breath. He felt Jess' warm lips kiss him on the forehead. He could feel Jess wiping him down with the baby wipes followed by the tickle of talcum powder on his balls. Just as he began opening his eyes, Jess pulled his dry diaper up and began taping it in place. "Happy birthday." she whispered. Sam smiled and closed his eyes before rolling over onto his side. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of Jess getting into bed and wrapping her warm arms around him. He could feel her breath on the back of his neck again. He drifted off to sleep. He awoke the next morning to the blinding glare of the morning sun shining in through their bedroom window. Just as he began opening his eyes, he could feel Jess' fingers along his thigh. He glanced back at her. She'd slid her hands into the leg band of his diaper. "Oops, sorry. Did I wake you?" she said. "What are you doing?" Sam asked with a long yawn. "Just checking your diaper." she chirped. "What time is it?" he asked. "7:00 a.m" she said. Sam groaned and pulled the covers over his head. "Don't you have to be at work, right now?" asked Jess. "I took today off. I thought I'd be hung over." mumbled Sam. "Thats a laugh. Mr. Two Glasses of Wine. You want me to make you some breakfast?" said Jess smiling. "No, I'm going back to bed. I'm gonna try sleeping in for once." mumbled Sam from under the covers. "Well you're pretty soaked. I guess those glasses of wine went right through you." said Jess getting out of bed and stepping into some pink sweat pants. "Work with me here, babe." she said pulling the covers off Sam and rolling him onto his side. Sam groaned but kept his eyes closed. Just then, he felt his wife rip open the tapes of his diaper and the same rush of cool air came over him. He felt the wipes, then the powder, then the clean diaper being slid under his butt. Just as he was beginning to feel aroused again, he opened his eyes only to see Jess pulling the front of his diaper up and taping it into place. Sam sighed as Jess smoothed out the final tape. He quickly pulled down his t shirt to cover himself, then yanked the covers back over his head and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the thick padding between his legs. If nothing else, he was dry.

Its an important question. True, human sexuality is very complex and there are many factors with any form of sexual attraction- both physical and psychological. Heck, people are still debating what it is that makes some people gay and thats almost 10 percent of the population! But still, I think its bad to dismiss this question by saying "I dunno why I like em', I just do! Who cares why?" Gaining knowledge about who you are and why you desire the things you do is very important. KNOW THY SELF- its an important lesson to follow. Its crucial to have at least some kind of vague, informative explanation for the AB/DL community to gain acceptance from others - because this fetish/lifestyle is nothing short of SHOCKING to people who haven't heard of it and know little about sexual kinks and sexual fetishes. When most people, even open minded people, encounter something strange and shocking that they've never heard of and know nothing about, they feel fearful and uncomfortable. Its just human nature. And saying to our loved ones and our partners "I dunno WHY! I just do! Who cares?" is insensitive to them because they really want to gain information and knowledge. And when we deny them that, either because we ourselves don't know or simply because we don't care, we push them away and force them to accept and deal with something they cannot understand and know nothing about. Thats not fair to them. I'm not suggesting that every AB/DL should have an in depth psychological explanation ready to go at a moment's notice... but everyone should take an interest in WHO they are, as a person, and what they desire in life. Know thy self. On that note, I myself have wondered many times about WHY I have the desires that I do. I have a few thoughts on the question of "What is it about DIAPERS??" - Perhaps this might help to explain things to your girlfriend. First off, they are comfortable. They feel soft, and with powder or baby oil, they can often become even more comfortable. A padded rear end is like sitting on a pillow no matter where you sit down in a room. And soft material feels good on everyone's genitals. This is why women wear satin panties. This is why men wear silk boxers. Yet those who do so are not considered perverts even though they are wearing a very soft, comfortable piece of material under their clothes that they know stimulates their genitals. ALSO, its important to note that the vast majority of AB/DLs are MEN. Men have their sexual organs on the outside of their body- meaning a great deal of our arousal depends on the stimulation of our genitals. Diapers, or any soft garment, stimulates. Second, there is something to be said about the thick padding that we all like in diapers. Its arousing and soft, yet when you are taped up, you are confined. Your genitals, and your own contact with them, is separated from you by a lot of thick padding. In some ways, it could be seen as a form of bondage. Why do people ENJOY the concept of bondage during sex? Because the lack of control serves to heighten sexual tension. Some men and women enjoy being handcuffed to the bed. Being unable to use their hands, and being totally restrained in that regard, serves to heighten sexual tension. Now imagine "handcuffing" your genitals- that is to say, putting your genitals in a warm soft comfortable garment- yet being restrained, unable to have the immediate access to them that a thin pair of boxer shorts would provide. This heightens sexual tension greatly... especially if you are lucky enough to be wearing a diaper around an attractive, trusted female whom you are sexually attracted to. The diaper may be on for a while. Your genitals may be restrained. You may be unable to do much more than grab yourself through the thick padding.... but when that diaper finally gets taken off- the sexual release is heightened- it becomes something that feels so good precisely because you kept yourself in suspense for so long- precisely because you restrained yourself for so long heightening the sexual tension- pushing it higher and higher until finally you enjoyed a sweet release. This argument would make sense not most people outside the AB/DL community. You may not find many girls who are aroused by a man in a diaper- but there are plenty that would be open to the idea of using a pair of fuzzy handcuffs in the bedroom. Yet both of these kinky, sexual scenarios involve using some kind of bondage or restraint to heighten sexual tension- so it can be released later. Im not too certain what ABs get out of dressing up like a baby. Thats really not my thing. But, again, its important to note the large number of men who have this sexual fetish. Why so many men who are AB/DLs and far fewer women? One reason may be the fact that society puts a great deal of pressure on men to act manly. (Just as society puts pressure on a women to be attractive) We feel like we must be acting masculine at all times, especially around attractive females- we must always be the assertive, strong willed, lumberjack ready to sweep a women off her feet. And most men like being masculine (to some degree anyway) but the fact is that its a lot of pressure to put on a man. Sometimes, even the really manly guys need a break. They need to step out of their role as the dominant man and take a vacation from all that responsibility- they want someone else, like a trusted lover, who is occasionally willing to take on the more dominant role. Why? So the man can experience something new. Something relaxing. Something that, for one moment, takes all the pressure off of HIM to be the strong and assertive one. Some men are so desperate to achieve this, they resort to extreme measures. Say what you want about wearing an adult diaper or dressing up like a baby and being treated like one... it definitely takes anyone out of the dominant, strong, assertive role. It allows men (and some women too) to feel vulnerable... yet do so in front of a trusted lover free from the real world consequences of such extreme behavior. Its an escape from everyday life and everyday responsibilities. And everyone wants that from time to time. Even the most masculine men would LOVE to get involved at least once with an assertive, sexually aggressive women, who takes control and puts far less responsibility on THEM in the bedroom. Myself? I like to be strong and assertive 80-90 percent of the time. But once and a while, I like to diaper up and feel a little vulnerable- like the weight of the world and the responsibility of being the ultimate lover doesn't rest solely on my shoulders. And what about embarrassment? Why would someone be turned on by being humiliated or embarrassed? Because the feeling of our hearts pounding faster and faster and the strong rush of emotion is sensual- for just about everyone. Watch a horror movie with a girl and see how much more attracted she is to you. Go on a roller coster or walk by the edge of a huge cliff. It will produce the same exhilarating, heart pounding sensation that two lovers feel just before they make love to each other. Its about feeling excited, alive, and exhilarated. So what do you all think? We've only scratched the surface but I think most normal, open minded people can understand these concepts. Don't you?

Thanks for the comments, Eagle0769. Maybe this new installment may answer some of your questions. Suffice it to say that both Sam and Jess have jobs where they work long hours and they get stressed out easily. I'm sure waking up in a cold, wet, pee soaked bed would add a lot of stress to a relationship too. With all these added stresses in their lives, and limited time to spend with each other, Sam and Jess have drifted apart a little. I guess I'll let you be the judge of who really loves who though. I want readers to know that I like reading all your comments and ANY kind of constructive criticism (or even compliments) are very welcome. I'd love to know what you like about the story, and just these kinds of stories in general, and I'm often even more interested in the things that you guys DON'T like about the story. So here's a new installment. I should be able to post some longer segments soon. Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sam awoke the next morning at 7:00. The morning twilight cast a blue glow over the darkened bedroom. He quickly hit his alarm clock before the buzzing sound could wake Jess up. She'd gotten angry with him many times in the past for letting his alarm go for too long. Even though Sam was a light sleeper, he'd gotten into the habit of keeping the night stand with his alarm clock within arm's reach so he'd be able to hit it at a moment's notice. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and his work pants and quietly shuffled into the bathroom, feeling his warm sagging diaper between his legs the entire way there. He stepped out of his sweat pants and stood on the cold tile floor contemplating his next move. He was determined to get to work early today and he'd already wasted too much time laying in bed. Still... he desperately wanted to take a shower and wash off. His smooth shaved crotch had begun to get itchy in his wet diaper. Slowly, he opened the bathroom door and tiptoed over to his side of the bed. He felt so naked and vulnerable now wearing only his t shirt and wet diaper. On Sunday, Sam had been too upset about the diapers to even consider using any of the babyish accessories that Jess had bought for him. Now, he legitimately needed the wipes. Sam wasn't the cleanest person you'd ever meet but even he had to concede that the thought of changing out of a soaked diaper and immediately putting clothes on was kind of gross to him. Finally, after groping under the bed for what seemed like an eternity, he pulled out the box of baby wipes Jess had purchased at the grocery store. Opening the box, he immediately noticed the smell. Something about it made him feel so self conscious. The clean, fresh scent smelled nothing like the musky cologne or aftershave he sometimes wore. He worried that someone at work might notice the smell but finally convinced himself to use them anyway since he was already running low on time. He ripped open the tapes on his saturated diaper and it fell to the bathroom floor with a gentle 'thud'. The feeling of the cold wipes on his smooth pubic area made Sam flinch a little but he quickly finished wiping himself and stepped into a pair of boxer briefs. He quietly tiptoed out of the bathroom with his folded wet diaper and slipped it into the diaper genie. The day at work had proved busy, like every every other Monday. It seemed to drone on and on. The worst part about it was that Sam knew the second he got home, Jess would begin nagging him to put on his diaper. As he drove home, he began contemplating what he would say. He'd been living with Jess for so long and been so embarrassed about wetting the bed, he honestly wasn't sure whether she was right to put him in diapers. He hated it, sure. But did she have a point? And what about the 9:30 rule? Maybe he could walk in to their apartment tonight and force a compromise of sorts. He could simply tell Jess that he refused to put his diaper on until he decided to go to bed. 'Yeah... THAT would go over really well!' he thought sarcastically to himself. Just then, another thought entered his mind. Maybe there was a way he could use the situation to his advantage. Maybe if he changed into his diaper immediately, he could actually reduce some tension in their home. If nothing else, it would be nice to avoid another fight. He wanted Jess to be in a good mood. His birthday was coming up soon and he figured, if he played his cards right, he might actually get lucky. As he walked up to their apartment, he glanced at his watch- 8:55. No procrastinating tonight, he thought to himself. "Hey, how was work?" asked Jess as he walked in the door. "Busy, how about you?" "Stressful as hell." said Jess. Sam noticed that Jess was having a glass of wine. It wasn't every night that she drank but rather only something she did occasionally to relax. It must have been a rough day for her, Sam thought to himself. Without lingering to continue the conversation, Sam walked right past her and headed for the shower. He wasn't under the warm water for even 10 minutes when he decided to get out. Even though Sam had left work, the fast paced mindset of his job seemed to stay with him. The rushing, the nagging bosses, the deadlines- everything still seemed very urgent. After all, he now had a deadline at home he had to meet also. After toweling off, Sam quickly pulled a disposable diaper from its package and unfolded it before laying down on the bed. Just as he smoothed out the last tape, he breathed a sigh of relief. The clock on the nightstand read 9:24. He was early. Suddenly feeling much more relaxed, he laid on the bed for a few seconds just staring at the ceiling. It wasn't the diaper that had relaxed him though, it was the knowledge that he'd avoided any kind of fight with Jess and that, if nothing else, he'd be able to tell her he was diapered by 9:30. After putting on some sweat pants and a t shirt, Sam walked back out to the kitchen glancing at Jess as she poured herself another glass of wine. She immediately embraced Sam in a hug and put her head on his shoulder. She smelled great. It took a few seconds for Sam to hug her back. He felt like he'd been caught totally off guard. Rarely did Jess just wrap her arms around him and embrace him like this. Just then, Sam felt her hands moving down his back until they were squeezing his padded butt through his sweat pants. "Hey, what are you doing?" said Sam, pushing Jess' hands away, now feeling really self conscious. "I was just making sure." she said with a small grin on her face. "You could have just asked, you know." "Yeah, I guess I could have." she said still grinning a little. "What are you smiling about?" asked Sam, genuinely confused. "Thanks, Sam." she said. "For what?" "For putting your diaper on without me telling you to. I didn't even have to say anything." she said still grinning. "Well... you said 9:30, right?" shrugged Sam. "Yeah, I did... I'm sorry, Sam." "Sorry... for what?" asked Sam perplexed once again. "I'm an uptight bitch and I know it." "Jess, you're really not." "No, I am. And with all the shit that I put up with at work, I just don't always have the energy to argue with you. And with your... condition, I just always used to worry about the mattress, and waking up wet and all that, and I know none of it is your fault and you can't help it but still... I had to do something. Trust me, if there was a medication out there that actually worked for you, I'd go for that instead, you know? If I could just, you know, snap my fingers-" "Yeah, I know, Jess." said Sam, now realizing that Jess might have had a little too much wine but appreciating the sentiment nevertheless. "Its just... I love you." said Jess. "I love you too." said Sam. "Okay... get your diapered butt into the living room and sit down." she said. Sam resented the reference to his diaper, but did as he was told. His day hadn't been much easier than Jess'. "You want any wine?" she asked. "Really?" asked Sam sounding surprised. "Well, yeah, you're already wearing a diaper, whats the worst that could happen, right?" she said pouring a glass. For months, Jess had forbidden Sam from having any fluids for at least two hours before he went to bed. Sam agreed, all to eager to curb the severity of his bedwetting. But even then, he'd usually end up having an accident anyway. Sam smiled at the thought that now he might not only be able to drink fluids at night after work, but alcohol too. Jess walked into the living room and set both of their glasses of wine on the coffee table. Then, she took Sam by surprise again, putting her hands on his shoulders and sitting down on his lap, straddling him, staring into his eyes. "Is it okay if I sit on you for a second?" she asked. "Oh... uh, yeah, sure." said Sam smirking now. "Okay, cool." said Jess brushing her hair out of her eyes. 'Definitely drunk' thought Sam to himself. Just as his imagination was beginning to run away with him, he felt Jess sliding her hands into the waistband of his sweat pants and wiggling them down. Taking the hint, Sam lifted his butt off the couch a little, so his pants would slide down more easily. Even though he knew Jess was just checking the tapes on his diaper, he was still enjoying it. As usual, he became aroused again by the feeling of her soft fingertips sliding their way along the leg band of his diaper and across his thigh. Untaping one side of his diaper, she pulled the front closer to the two tapes on the side. As she pulled it into place to tape it closed, Sam felt the soft padding tighten a little over his partially erect penis. "Okay... there you go... you're getting better at taping up but I'm still a little paranoid about you leaking. You've had two dry nights in a row, lets keep that track record going, okay?" Sam nodded, even though he was initially confused by what Jess had just said. It took him a few seconds to realize that the term "dry nights" referred not to the state of his diaper but the condition of the bed they both slept in. Jess leaned over and kissed Sam on his forehead before standing up and plopping down on the couch. He smiled. "So how do they feel? Are they as bad as you thought they would be?" asked Jess. "Uh, no I guess they're okay." "Are they pretty comfortable?" she asked. "I um, you know, I've had kind of a long day, I really don't feel like talking about it right now." said Sam turning red. "Okay, thats fine. Lets just find something on TV to watch." she said with a slight smile. After only a few minutes, Sam told Jess he'd be going to bed. He was tired as hell and, as sexy as Jess had been checking out his diaper earlier, she'd been acting a little spaced out since she'd sat down. Definitely drunk, he thought. "Yeah, I think I better be getting to bed too." she said standing up and following him into the bedroom. Just as he thought the situation might be evolving into something sexual, he saw Jess plop down on the bed rather ungracefully. He smiled at her and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he emerged, Jess was still laying on the bed in the same position. She must have been drunk. Most nights, she had a routine where she would brush her teeth and remove her makeup before changing into a sleep shirt or something more comfortable. Now, it seemed like she was determined to fall asleep just as she was- in a white t shirt and baggy athletic shorts. Sam laid down next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "How ya feeling?" he asked. "Uhhh, tired...and kinda tipsy." she said with a girlish giggle. "You feeling relaxed?" asked Sam trying to investigate the situation even more. But there was no response. "Jess?" He heard only a muffled groan from inside the pillow. With as drunk as she was, she'd be out very soon. Sam now became a little frustrated by the thought that he might have missed a good opportunity. Jess had been a lot more affectionate than usual tonight. Now she was falling fast asleep. Sam rolled over onto his back. The familiar feeling of his erection pressing against the soft inside of his diaper. He glanced over at Jess. She was fast asleep. Frustrated and horny as ever, Sam began massaging the front of his diaper. It felt good but the padding was so thick, he was barely able to get a grasp on himself. He rolled over and began moving his hips back and forth a little while massaging the front of his diaper. "Sam." he heard Jess' voice say. Moving his hips back and forth must have shaken the bed a little too much. Maybe Jess wasn't as drunk as he thought. "Whats up?" he said. "Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing." she said. "I just... had an itch." said Sam. "Honey... I know you have... needs. But I don't want you to be giving yourself a treat while you're laying in bed with me... its gross. And I'm trying to sleep here. We talked about this, remember?" "Yeah... sorry." he said, now feeling embarrassed that he'd been caught. "It would probably be easier if you weren't touching the front of your diaper." said Jess grabbing his wrist and lifting his hand off of his crotch. "Sorry." he said. "Its okay, sweetie." she said rolling over and getting out of bed. "Where are you going?" asked Sam. "Bathroom." she said walking in and closing the door. With a few seconds of privacy to spare, Sam massaged the front of his diaper a little more but it was no use. The thick padding made it difficult to feel much of anything. Also, that same feeling of frustration rushed back as he heard Jess peeing. He felt like he was about two feet tall. Jess was in the bathroom peeing while he was laying in bed massaging the front of his diaper... after he'd already been told not to. It was an odd, subtle feeling of embarrassment and guilt. Just then, Jess emerged from the bathroom and climbed back into bed. Sam felt her slide her knees under his butt and put her arm around him. She was now spooning him. He could now feel her warm breath on the back of his neck. "Since you're hands seem to be a little busy tonight, I'll just keep an eye on them for ya." she whispered, stroking his arm. 'Did she have any idea how arousing this was?' he wondered to himself. The feeling of her breathing on the back of his neck felt really amazing. The position was sexy as hell but, unfortunately, left him unable to touch the front of his diaper at all. He sighed. For several minutes, he found himself unable to fall asleep, even after his arousal had subsided. Worse yet, he now felt the urge pee. The wine had gone straight to his bladder. He debated what to do for several minutes. He could squirm out of the position he was in and hope he didn't wake Jess up but even drunk she was still a very light sleeper. No matter what he did, he would have to leave his wife's intimate embrace and risk waking her up. He hated that idea. Sam figured it was just his crappy luck that just as his wife had snuggled closer to him than she'd been in several months, he had to get up. It would have been great to wake up like this, he thought to himself. Not only for him, but so Jess could see just how close they'd been sleeping together in the bed. If he got up now, she might forget about this... she might forget about all the tiny, but still important, romantic little moments they'd had that night. Of course, Sam figured he COULD always go in his diaper but he refused to even seriously consider this option. Pee in his diaper on purpose? Then fall asleep in it? The idea just struck him as weird, gross, and embarrassing despite the fact that he might be the only one who really knew about it. He must have laid in his wife's arms for 10 minutes debating the best course of action. "Jess." he whispered. No response. She was fast asleep. If he pushed her aside now, he might stand a good chance of not waking her up. Of course, being fast asleep and pretty drunk, it would be impossible for them to get back into the same position. Then there was the issue of successfully opening his diaper and getting the tapes right again. Was Jess being paranoid? Or would his diapering job really prove to be so bad that their bed would end up soaked. A wet bed that was all Sam's fault would really ruin their night, not to mention the next morning. Now getting close to his breaking point, Sam began to feel incredibly anxious. With a sigh, Sam decided that using his diaper was really his best option. He tried just letting go but he couldn't. As bad as he had to pee, he felt almost physically incapable of letting go. Sam had never wet himself deliberately and, even with his history of bedwetting, he was finding it surprisingly difficult. For a moment, he contemplated going back on his plan and rushing to the bathroom but he reasoned he should at least give it one final 'try'. Just then, he felt Jess slide her foot over his. It was probably totally involuntary but it still tickled a little. Sam now suddenly noticed that he had gotten a steam going. The front of his diaper began warming up as it swelled up. Trying to slow down the stream, Sam tried to cross his legs a little but the increasingly thick padding between his legs made it difficult. He heard Jess groan a little bit. She was asleep, but Sam knew his excessive squirming threatened to wake her up. He was instantly still. He laid there feeling the last little dribble of pee escape into his diaper. His diaper must have been soaked. For a minute, he was terrified that he might have flooded his diaper and leaked in the bed. With Jess' arm still around him, he couldn't reach the front of his sweat pants to inspect them. He just moved his legs back and forth a little. The fabric of the pants still felt pretty dry. Even if he did leak, Jess had checked his diaper that night so she really couldn't claim it was his fault. Warm and now feeling greatly relieved, Sam drifted off the sleep in his wife's arms.

Sorry for the short updates guys. I'll start posting some longer sections of story soon. The story may be a little slow to develop but I think its worth the wait. ============================================================================================================== Sunday proved to be almost as uneventful as Saturday had been. Although Sam had completely recovered from his hangover, he still felt very sedentary, he was still tired from the previous work week. Knowing full well he'd have to be at work bright and early the next morning, Sam spent most of the day catching up on work, staring at the screen of his laptop. Despite the morning's tension, Sam did leave the house once with Jess to go grocery shopping. They said little to each other most of the trip. He just followed close behind Jess as she periodically grabbed items and tossed them into their shopping cart. When the cart turned into the baby aisle and Sam realized they were surrounded on all sides by baby diapers, he first became confused, then embarrassed. 'Why are we in THIS aisle?' he first wondered followed by the realization that, although Sam wore diapers, the familiar blue 'incontinence briefs' package he knew was no where to be found. Still, Jess paused for a moment staring at a package of Pampers and even picked up the package to read information on the back. Just as Sam was ready to question just what the hell she was doing, she placed the package back on the shelf. "Its a shame your waist size isn't small enough for you to fit into these diapers. They're a lot cheaper." she said. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, still wondering why they were even in that aisle. "Could you not say things like that out loud? What if someone hears you?" said Sam nervously. "Sam, there's no one else in this aisle. Its not like we're gonna run into anyone we know." said Jess. She then knelt down and began looking around on the bottom shelf. As she did this, Sam noticed the waistband of some black, lacy underwear peak up above her jeans. Even though he lived with Jess, even though he'd seen her in her underwear a thousand times before, even though he slept next to her every night, the sight still aroused Sam. He was really starting to feel desperate. He could count the number of times they'd had sex since the honeymoon on one hand. In the end, what Sam really hated about diapers was the fact that he knew they didn't could really hurt his chances of getting close to Jess. 'What women would want to jump on top of a diapered, adult guy anyway?' He just stared at her, still daydreaming, as she threw a large box of baby wipes and a bottle of baby oil into the cart. He rolled his eyes again and sighed knowing full well that Jess was either ignoring his subtle expression of annoyance or had simply missed it completely. 'Whatever', he thought. It certainly wasn't worth having another fight over. Later that afternoon, Sam stood in the bathroom alone, staring at himself in the mirror. He reached down into his pants pulling back the waistband of his underwear. For a moment, he thought about masturbating. Lately, it had become one of the few ways for Sam to relieve sexual tension. And considering the thick, constraining garment that he now had to wear nightly, it would be practically impossible to sneak off to the bathroom in the middle of the night when he became too aroused. This too, had become more frequent in the past few months... when the sight of his half naked wife had become too much for him after a long day at work. But rather than indulging himself, Sam decided he could be a lot more productive. He began sifting through his bathroom drawer for a razor and shaving cream. If he stood any chance of having sex ever again, he'd have to shave his pubic hair. Jess clearly thought it was a hygiene issue and while Sam wasn't totally comfortable with the idea, he pressed ahead anyway. He figured that Jess was probably already turned off by the idea that he had to wear diapers in the first place. It would be better not to push her any further. The strange feeling of the smoothness under his clothes had been distracting him all day. He glanced at his computer clock. Just as Sam realized it was now 9:41, he caught sight of Jess' reflection in the glare of the computer screen. She stood right behind him with her hands on her hips, looking down at him. Instantly, Sam resumed typing, intent on showing Jess that he really had been working hard and had just lost track of time... even though that wasn't the whole truth. She put her hands on his shoulders. "Sam?" she said. "Oh... hey." he said, continuing to type. "Are you all ready for bed?" she asked. "Um... yeah." he said absent mindedly. "Yeah? Can I see?" "Well, uh, what I meant was I was just about to go and, you know, get ready. I've just been, uh, busy." "Why don't you stop typing for a second, Sam?" she said. Just as Sam moved his hands off the keyboard, he felt his office chair being spun around 180 degrees. Just seeing the look on Jess' face now made Sam feel less confident. She didn't seem happy. "Sam, you know what the rule is." she said. "Yeah, yeah I know you want me to get ready for bed around 9:30 every night and I-" "Sam, maybe you weren't listening very well when we had our little conversation yesterday. I didn't say around 9:30, I said you need to be ready for bed by 9:30 every night. Not 9:45. Not 10:00. Not 11:00." she said, her voice sounding a little more stern. "Jess, chill out. I'm just typing up some stuff for work here. I'm wide awake, okay?" "Is this how its going to be every night?" "How what is gonna be?" "This, Sam. Is getting you diapered each night going be some constant, uphill battle where I have to worry about us having a fight every night when 9:30 rolls around?" "Well why the hell do I even have to get ready at exactly 9:30 every night? You know I usually don't even go to bed until 10:30 at the earliest, right?" "Sam, I told you. This isn't up for discussion. Yesterday, you peed your pants and almost ruined the living room couch, and that was in the middle of the day. Thats when you lost your right to decide when you get to put your diaper on. And after yesterday's accident, I'd say you should have a diaper on when you're napping during the day too. Maybe we need to make a rule that whenever you're hung over, you should just have to wear a diaper for the rest of the next day." "You've gotta be kidding." said Sam. "No, I'm dead serious. Jeez, its like you're a five year old arguing about whether or not they need diapers. You have accidents. You need diapers. End of story. Now are you going to go and get ready for bed or not?" Sam hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Jess. The look on her face said it all. And yet, even when she was angry, she looked really beautiful... maybe even more so when she was angry. Hot. "I'm going." said Sam quietly as he stood up. Curious, Sam took a little baby oil and spread it over his smooth crotch before unfolding one of his disposable diapers. When he emerged from the bedroom, he was a little surprised to see Jess standing at the end of the hallway looking at him. He walked forward. "Got your diaper on?" she asked immediately. All Sam could manage was a shy nod. "Let me see. Come here." Not wanting to start yet another fight, Sam slowly walked forward with his head downcast a little- like a child ashamed of his behavior. Jess caught him a little off guard when she yanked his sweat pants down around his ankles. The exaggerated motion was more a way for Jess to reinforce the fact that she was in change. Sam figured she probably did this to embarrass him a little. After all, to see that he was wearing a diaper, all she had to do was pull back on the waistband of his pants a little. To check the tapes, all she had to do was pull down his pants a few inches. And yet, there he stood, shivering a little with his sweat pants down around his ankles and his bulky diaper fully exposed. She ripped one of the top tapes and retaped it before running her fingers along the leg band of his diaper. The feeling aroused Sam again. The sight of Sam's arousal was barely visible through the thick padding but Jess still noticed. The uncomfortable look on Sam's face half gave it away anyway. "Relax, Sam. I'm not getting frisky with you, I'm just trying to make sure you don't leak pee all over the bed tonight." she said, still sounding a little irritated with him. "Okay, you're all set." she finally said walking out of the room. Sam quickly reached down to pull up his sweat pants.

For the rest of the evening, neither of them said much to each other. Jess continued texting and Sam continued to space out, staring at the TV as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. A few times he could have sworn he nodded off for a minute or two but just figured Jess had been too focused on her cell phone to notice. Either that, or she simply didn't care now that he was wearing a diaper. "You look exhausted." said Jess. "Yeah, I uh, still kind of have a head ache." said Sam. "You want me to get you some aspirin?" "No, I'm good." "Okay... well, I'm going to go brush my teeth. See you in there?" "Yeah, sure." said Sam. He sat in front of the TV for maybe a minute or two more before turning it off and standing up. Even the simple motion of getting up off of the couch felt weird with the thick padding of his diaper hugging his genitals. 'Yeah, this WILL take some getting used to' thought Sam to himself as he shuffled into the bedroom. He saw some of the plastic bags from the medical supply store sitting in the corner near Jess' shopping bags from the mall. Seeing a plastic bag with another blue package labeled "incontinence briefs" sitting next to Jess' Victoria's Secret shopping bag dealt yet another, yet more subtle blow to his ego. Jess walked out of the bathroom, pulling back her long brown hair into a pony tail. She was still wearing the same red sweater and tight jeans that she'd gone out in earlier. Sam pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. Once under the covers, he just stared at Jess as she unbuttoned her jeans and stepped out of them revealing a pair of pink, string bikini underwear before stripping off her sweater to reveal a matching bra. From under the covers, Sam grabbed the crotch of his diaper trying in vain to rearrange himself as his penis once again began pushing up against the inside of his diaper. Jess pulled on a large, baggy t shirt and reached up underneath it to unhook her bra. She squirmed a little reaching up into her sleeves to pull the straps off her shoulder. Sam hated it when she did this. Sam would have given anything to catch even a brief glimpse of her bare breasts before she climbed into bed and Jess knew it. In truth, she did this so as not to give Sam the wrong idea. 'If she didn't feel like getting frisky with him, why tease the poor guy?' she thought. And with the stress of a full day and the very strange sight of her husband in a bulky, disposable diaper... she definitely didn't feel in the mood. As she pulled back the covers, she noticed Sam was still wearing his t shirt and sweat pants. Rather odd considering he usually slept in only his underwear or a pair of athletic shorts. "You gonna be comfortable like that tonight?" she asked. "Yeah, why?" he said. "Just asking." Sam rolled over onto his side. Jess scooted a little closer to him, put her arm on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear. "Sam, I know this all is a lot to take in and it'll be kind of an adjustment but I just wanted to say how proud I am of you for being so grown up about the whole thing. I love you." Sam said nothing. For a brief moment, he considered just pretending to be asleep. But he couldn't. "I love you too." he finally said. "Sleep tight." she said patting his diapered butt. Closing his eyes, Sam really had no idea what to make of this. Was the pat on his butt meant to be condescending? Playful? Maybe even sexual? He had to at least consider those possibilities. Jess had never touched his butt like that before, not recently anyway. It must have meant something. 'What a mind fuck' he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep. Sam awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. He rolled over onto his back and stretched his hand out along the mattress. It was dry, just as Jess said it would be. Just then, the bathroom door swung open and, along with a large flood of steam, Jess emerged wearing a towel. "Good morning, sleepy head. How are you today?" she asked. "Fine." said Sam. "Yeah? Hows your diaper?" "Um... I don't know." said Sam sitting up in bed. The bulk of the diaper between his legs was still a new sensation but the dry diaper had been so thick, he wasn't sure what a wet one would even feel like. His crotch did feel a little warm. 'Who am I kidding' he thought to himself. It had been two weeks since he'd had a single dry night. While he would have loved to have shown Jess a dry diaper upon waking up, he knew the chances were pretty slim. Jess walked over to her dresser and pulled out a bra, a pair of lacy panties, a shirt, and some pants. "Oh, one other thing I forgot to mention to you last night- now that you're wearing diapers, you should really start shaving your public hair." "What?" asked Sam, still groggy and uncertain of what he just heard. "Well its kind of a breading ground for bacteria." said Jess, still holding a pair of blue, lacy panties in her hand. "So now you're gonna make me shave my pubes!?" asked Sam, as if he was uncertain of just how serious Jess was. "Sam... I'm not your mother. I guess its really your choice to make. I can't tell you what to shave or what not to shave. If you want to practice bad hygiene, I guess thats your choice." she said frowning a little. Sam just laid back in bed and sighed, rolling his eyes. "Okay... well, I've gotta get dressed." said Jess looking at Sam, as if waiting for him to respond. 'Yeah, God forbid I should see my own wife naked' Sam thought to himself, sitting up in bed again. "Okay.... yeah I guess you want some privacy or whatever." mumbled Sam as he stood up stretching his legs. "That would be nice." said Jess sarcastically. Sam shuffled out of the room. Scratching his lower back, he realized not only how high his diaper rode up in the back but also that his sweat pants had slipped down a little in the middle of the night. Although he noticed it as he was walking out and quickly pulled up his sweat pants, he wasn't fast enough. Jess got a clear view of his white diaper peeking out from his baggy sweat pants. Judging from the way he was walking, she figured his diaper must have been pretty wet. "As soon as I'm done in here, I want you to get changed and shower. I don't want you walking around in a wet diaper all morning." shouted Jess. Sam could tell his diaper fit noticeably different now. It was sagging between his legs and felt noticeably heavier. He grabbed a bowl and spoon, along with a box of cereal out of the cabinet. As he sat down on the couch, he could feel his diaper as it made a 'squish' sound. He tried not to pay attention to it but, in truth, it felt kind of gross. Before long, Jess emerged from the bedroom fully dressed, looking gorgeous as ever with her hair down. "Okay, the bedroom's all yours. You wanna get changed and take a shower?" Sam barely nodded as he sat on the couch slurping spoonfuls from his bowl of cereal. "Sam?" she said. "What?" "You've been wearing that for way too long. I think you need to go and change." said Jess. "Chill out, Jess, I've been sitting here eating cereal for two minutes. Jeez, you rush me out of the bedroom then you demand I drop what I'm doing to run back in there?" "Well you acted all pouty yesterday when you had to wear diapers and now its morning and you're just hanging out?" "Yeah, Jess. I'm just hanging out. I'm trying to act natural. I'm trying not to get all mad about the fact that my wife is forcing me to wear adult diapers!" "I really don't like the tone you're taking with me." Jess said calmly. "You want me to go change?" he asked. "Uh, YEAH." said Jess. "Fine." he said getting up and walking out of the room. Sam walked into the bedroom and shut the door. He stripped off his sweat pants and ripped the tapes off his saturated diaper before stuffing into the diaper genie. He took off his clothes, got into the shower, and started the water up. Little fights like this weren't at all uncommon. Of course, Sam rarely 'won', if you can even call in 'winning'. He hated the thought of his wife being mad at him but she had really been pushing his buttons- forcing him to wear a diaper, then apparently unhappy that he was eating breakfast while wearing it. What did she expect?

Dread began to consume Sam and 9:30 drew nearer and nearer. He was procrastinating. He was just trying not to think about the conversation he'd had with his wife in the recent past while forgetting the fate that awaited him in the near future. 'What GREAT, relaxing Saturday this turned out to be', Sam thought to himself. By now, the time on his computer read 9:27 and he was actually beginning to feel like he might be able to stomach some food. He hadn't felt like eating anything all day. He walked out into the kitchen and opened the fridge, absent mindedly staring into its cool, glowing interior, foraging for any kind of snack. Jess, who had been sitting on the couch watching TV and text messaging, glanced back into the kitchen and saw Sam peering into the fridge. She wondered if he had put his diaper on already. His baggy, navy blue sweat pants gave no clues in the dim evening light. She wondered if perhaps she might be in for a real argument and she would, yet again, have to put her foot down and lay down the law. Curious, she got up off of the couch and proceeded into the living room. "Hey." she said walking into the kitchen. "Oh, hey. I was just... looking for a snack." "Are you... all ready for bed?" asked Jess, testing the situation. "Oh, I um... yeah, I was just about to go and... do that." stammered Sam. "Okay. Well, its past 9:30, so why don't you go and get ready for bed and I'll see about fixing you something to eat. That way, It'll be ready by the time you get back, okay?" "Um... yeah... okay." said Sam, slowly walking out of the kitchen. He walked straight into the hall bathroom, closed the door, turned on the sink, and threw some water in his face. This was it. It was the last place he could go to delay the inevitable. He peed in the toilet one last time and opened the bathroom door. Glancing into the kitchen, he saw Jess poke her head out from behind a corner. Quickly ducking into the bedroom and shutting the door, Sam breathed a sigh of relief. He turned the lock on the door- if nothing else, he'd have privacy. He then turned around, seeing the blue package sitting right in the middle of the bed. The diaper genie, wipes, powder, and rash cream sitting on the floor near his side of the bed. 'Moment of truth', he thought. He took a deep breath and tore open the blue package. Seeing the actual diapers was probably ten times worse than just seeing the package... which was embarrassing enough. He slid one of the folded, disposable diapers out of it's package and stared at it for a moment before flipping the package over at staring at the simple diagram on the back. He set the package down and tossed the diaper onto the bed. He then began pulling his pants and underwear down. As he stood by the bed wearing only a t shirt, unfolding the diaper, he noticed his hands were trembling a little. He immediately noticed just how thick the diaper was. For a moment, he became really angry at Jess knowing that she'd probably purchased the biggest, thickest diapers she could find. But he had always been a very heavy wetter and he knew... apparently so did Jess. He laid down on the bed sliding the garment underneath him and pulling it up. The thick padding surrounded his balls, then his penis. Just as he was fumbling with the first of the four tapes, he was startled by the sound of the door handle turning. He then heard a knock. "Everything okay in there?" he heard Jess ask. "Um... yeah, fine." he said. "You've been in there for a while. You need any help?" she asked. "No... just... privacy." "Okay, well your food is ready. I'll be in the living room if you need me." What really got to Sam was the fact that Jess had tried to open the door BEFORE knocking. 'Thats just rude as hell' he thought to himself. Sam froze as he caught sight of himself, for the first time, in their bedroom mirror. Now he was really glad Jess hadn't opened the door. The image he so looked really silly. A grown man, laying on a bed in a t shirt and a giant, half opened disposable diaper around his waist. He smoothed out the last of the tapes and sat up. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, he began to notice that every move he made, no matter how small, seemed to remind him of the thick garment around his waist. The feeling of grabbing his crotch felt totally surreal. He could barely even feel his genitals through the excess padding between his legs. Finally, he tossed his underpants aside and stepped back into his sweat pants. After staring at his butt in the mirror for a minute or two and practicing walking in a way that would look somewhat natural, he finally got up the confidence to leave the bedroom. He was, after all, still a little bit hungry. He entered the kitchen and saw a plate of pasta sitting on the counter. Jess was back on the couch texting. He picked up the plate and began eating. After a minute or two, Jess glanced back into the kitchen and saw Sam standing in the corner eating his pasta. "You can sit by me, you know. I don't have cooties." she said. "I'm just... real hungry." said Sam, mouth half full of food. "C'mon, Sam. I feel like I haven't seen you all week. You've been on the computer all day. Just come sit by me. I got your favorite show on TIVO over here." said Jess. As much as he wanted to hide from Jess for the rest of the night, he knew he couldn't. And even after all that had happened, he did miss Jess every bit as much as she missed him. He wasn't happy about the way his day had gone and still felt a little resentful of Jess... but he loved her and there was something genuinely relaxing about sitting next to her and watching TV after an all too long day. As he walked over to the couch and sat down, Jess studied the way he walked as her eyes searched for any bulges under his clothes. "How do they feel?" asked Jess. "Uh, fine." said Sam staring at his plate of pasta. "Yeah, you get em' on okay?" "Yep." said Sam taking another bite, obviously not interested in discussing it any further. As he finished a last bite of pasta, he stood up and proceeded into the kitchen and set his plate in the sink. Despite the fact that Jess was pleased that Sam hadn't put up a huge fight or started a big argument, she couldn't escape the nagging thought that maybe he hadn't diapered himself properly. She was certain Sam had never worn an adult diaper before and knew full well that a poor diapering job could, and almost certainly would, lead to leaks. She couldn't help herself. Just as Sam walked over to the couch and turned around the sit down, Jess grabbed hold of his sweat pants and yanked them down to his knees. "Hey! What are doing?!" Sam shouted, immediately pulling his pants back up. "I'm sorry, honey. I just wanted to make sure you had it on correctly." "Well... trust me, its fine." said Sam sounding irritated. "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to startle you." she said standing up and putting her hands on Sam's shoulders. "I just wanted to make sure you were all set. I know those tapes can be kind of tricky sometimes." she said sliding her hands down his arms and resting them on her hips. Sam immediately blushed feeling his wife's hands on his hips. The feeling of Jess touching his diaper, even through his sweat pants, made him very uneasy. He stared into her eyes. His face was only about 6 inches away from hers. "I know this isn't easy for you. Its no picnic for me, either. But it'll be okay. Now, I'm just going to check out the tapes to make sure you've got them on right." said Jess as she sliding her hands into the waistband of Sam's sweat pants. Sam immediately closed his eyes as he felt Jess slide his sweat pants down around his knees. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Through the thick padding, he could feel Jess' hand moving over his crotch, flinching a little feeling her cool hand on his bare thigh as she slid two fingers up and around the leg band of his diaper. As embarrassed as he was, he said nothing. He remained perfectly still. On the one hand, he was mortified by the thought of Jess even seeing him in a diaper but, at the same time, it had been so long since his wife had touched him anywhere below the belt line. He couldn't help but feel a little aroused by the feeling of his wife pulling his pants down and groping around his crotch. The soft padding seemed to cup his balls as he felt his slight erection begin to push up against the inside of his diaper. "Yeah, this is actually feeling a little loose. Sit down." she said pushing on his shoulders. Opening his eyes again, Sam put up no fight and simply plopped down on the couch, his sweats still down around his knees. He was glad to get into a more comfortable position anyway. He just stared at the thick, white diaper taped around his waist. If nothing else, the thick padding would make erections easier to hide, he thought to himself. Then looked up at Jess who was now leaning over him. He loved the smell of her perfume. Feeling her rip open the tapes, he thought she might be taking his diaper off for a minute... until he felt her smoothing them back out again. She slid a finger into the leg band of his diaper one more time to check the fit. "Okay, you're good." she said. Sam quickly pulled his sweat pants back up.

Sam set his damp sweat pants and underwear in the hamper and stepped into a clean pair of boxer briefs. As he pulled his underwear up around his waist he immediately felt the dampness around the front of his hoodie. He just sighed, pulling it off and tossing it in the hamper. In truth, he knew that he should really be thankful that his clothes had absorbed his accident. Leaving a stain on the couch would have just been too much for Sam. It would have stood as a constant reminder of his problem, not to mention pissed off Jess even more. Sam's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Jess was back. 'But why so soon?' he wondered as he walked into the living room pulling on a clean, dry t shirt. She was sitting on the couch with 3 plastic shopping bags at her feet. "Sam... we need to talk. You wanna sit down?" she said patting the couch cushion next to her. Her piercing green eyes seemed to look right through him. He knew she meant business. But sitting was the last thing Sam wanted to do. He could tell by the tone of Jess' voice that she had made a decision and once she had made a decision, she didn't change her mind. He just wanted to skip the formality and find out what it was. Separate beds or something? Another bedwetting alarm maybe? He felt like a child waiting to find out his punishment. Not wanting to upset Jess any further, he slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. "Sam... I think you'll agree that I've been pretty patient with you and your... condition these past few months. I know its not your fault and I know you really can't help it. Sam... you know I love you but things can't go on like this. So I've decided that since you probably won't be waking up dry anytime soon, you need to wear some... protection." she said pulling a blue plastic package out of one of the bags and setting it in her lap. Sam couldn't believe what he was looking at. He hadn't expected this at all. He was speechless. "This way, we can both wake up dry in the morning and get a good night's rest. And... there are instructions on the back here for how to put them on and you know I used to work at a hospital so if you need any help, I'll be right here, okay?" said Jess. "Look, Jess... you can't actually expect me to just wear..." said Sam stammering. "Diapers? Yes, I do. I know you don't do it on purpose but, like I said, things can't go on like this. Its not fair for me to have to wake in a wet bed just because you can't take responsibility for your problem." "Look, Jess, can't we at least talk about-" "This isn't up for discussion. I'm sorry, sweetie, its not your decision to make. Now, I can put these in the other room and you don't have to worry about them for the rest of the day. But at 9:30, I expect you to be ready for bed." "9:30 !?" said Sam, now sounding shocked. "Calm down, honey. There are a few reasons for that. One is because obviously if you wet whenever you fall asleep, I think it would be good for you to wear protection later in the evenings. If you fall asleep, you could really destroy the furniture or the carpet. Now, that alone should be enough reason. But the doctor also said that we could reduce your wetting if you stay on a more regular sleep schedule and we reduce your stress. So maybe getting ready around 9:30 will help you get to bed at a regular time and maybe help you de-stress a little after you get off work." "You actually think wearing... these things is going to help me de-stress?!" said Sam now fighting desperately to hold back tears. This entire conversation was nothing short of overwhelming. "Sweetie, I know this is going to take some getting used to... for both of us. But... yeah, I think waking up in a dry bed every morning and getting a good night's rest will reduce stress for both of us." "Wow... uh..." "Thats why I wanted to have this conversation with you now instead of dropping it on you at 11 at night or something. I know you're not thrilled about this but, its like anything else, it'll just take some getting used to." "Whats in the other bags?" asked Sam, now regaining his composure. Jess pulled out a two foot long metal cylinder from one of the bags. "This is just a trash can so you can throw your wet diapers away in the morning and there won't be any smell. Lets see... what else did we get you? A package of wipes, some baby powder, rash cream... I think thats about it." said Jess sifting through the bags. "Okay... so I'm going to take this stuff and put it in the other room and you can just get ready at 9:30. And I'll be here tonight if you need any help, okay?" Sam said nothing. He just stared at the shopping bags on the floor. Jess waved her hand in front of his face. "Earth to Sam...." she said. "Yeah..." he said. "It'll be okay, sweetie." she said patting him on the knee before picking up the bags and walking out of the room. Sam wanted to storm out. He wanted to get out of the house. He even contemplated getting a hotel that night just to show Jess how he really felt. But the fact was that he was still hung over and still felt very weak- both mentally and physically. After thinking about it a little, he reasoned that diapers might not be so bad. Sure, he really didn't want to wear them but they were certainly nothing to be afraid of. Really just another kind of underwear, he thought to himself. What had really bothered him was the way the conversation with Jess had gone. She had truly explained everything to him as if he had no say in the matter... like his opinion was totally irrelevant. She bought everything without so much as a warning to him. True, Jess had always been that kind of girl- strong, assertive, opinionated. But they had never even discussed him wearing diapers to bed so, naturally, the news had hit him like a ton of bricks. It was a shock. In some small way, he was proud of himself for managing to stifle his tears, which would have only made things worse. Another thing that bothered him was the fact that Jess was the fact that Jess was four years older than him. The age difference itself never bothered him, four years should be meaningless to adults, right? What bothered him was the fact that he had always suspected that Jess felt like the mere fact that she was older gave her the authority to boss him around. She was older and wiser. SHE knew what was best. While this all might have been in Sam's mind, it was reinforced by the fact that this was pretty much exactly the way Jess had just behaved. On some level, the conversation had also hit him pretty hard because of his childhood. Wetting the bed had always made him feel so powerless. He had never learned to control himself at night. His parents had kept him in pull ups until he turned 12 and they no longer fit him. He didn't know which was worse- being terrified of his friends finding the pull ups in his room or waking up early before school each morning to strip wet sheets off the bed. Doctors had told him he would probably grow out of it at some point... but he didn't. He had always figured that, by the time he was 23 years old, that he would have outgrown it. A few times, he might have even told himself that he would stop in the future, despite the fact that his bedwetting had only gotten worse within the past few months. The diapers had just been a rough reality check to deal with. While Sam finally realized he was too weak to really leave the house, he spent most of his time away from Jess in another room working on his computer, and occasionally surfing the web and watching Youtube videos to take his mind off things.

Sam slid his cell phone out of his pocket and began scrolling towards his wife's number. On any other night, he might have have felt apprehension about making the call but the several beers he'd just drank gave him the confidence to hit 'call' without the slightest hesitation. As he stood outside of the bar with the phone to his ear, shivering in the cold night air, he began loosening his tie. The realization of just what a stressful work week he'd had finally began to sink in. It was nearly 10:00 on a Friday night and even after six beers he hadn't thought to take off his jacket or even loosen his tie until just now. "Hello?" answered Jess. "Hey hun, its me. Uh... hows it going?" asked Sam momentarily forgetting what he'd planned on saying. "Fine. Did they just let you out?" she asked. NOW Sam felt the apprehension. While the beer had greatly reduced it, he began to once again feel that lingering fear that Jess might be angry at him once the conversation had ended. He knew she hated him working late and had asked for him to make an effort to come home earlier. She knew his job was important but they hadn't even been married for a full year and, with their work schedules, it seemed like she was seeing less and less of him. "I... um, actually got out pretty late and the guys invited me to have a beer with them so thats where I am. I just wanted to call and check in." The phone was silent for a moment, then he heard Jess sigh. She knew if there was any alcohol involved whatsoever that she could count on their bed being soaked the next morning. "You're at a bar?" she asked. "Yeah, I didn't get out until 8:30 and the guys asked me to come have a beer with them and... its just been a long week, you know?" "I know, honey but... I've had a long week too. And I was kind of hoping to see you in person before going to bed." "I know, I know. I'm sorry. Its just been a long week and the guys asked me to come have a beer with them and-" "Are you drunk?" "No, no I'm... okay." "How many have you had?" she asked. 'I might as well get an estimate of how big the puddle in my bed is going to be tomorrow morning' she thought to herself. "Six." "Okay... you're drunk. What time are you planning on coming home?" "Uh... I, uh." "Um is not an answer, Sam. What time?" "Okay, okay. I've got to go inside and talk to Phil. He's our designated driver. I'll see, maybe I can get a cab. I'm sorry, hun." "Next time you decide to go out drinking with the boys, you need to call me and tell me where you are. And I don't want you out all night either. I'm going to bed, but I expect you home soon, okay?" "Yeah... okay. See you soon." he said hanging up his phone. Still shivering, Sam walked back inside and sat down with his friends. "Can I get you guys anything else over here?" asked the waitress. "Yeah, shot of tequila." said Sam. "Oh wow, its gonna be a wild night, eh?" said Sam's friend. "No, not really. I actually got to be going soon." "Wife got you on a short leash?" asked his friend. Sam said nothing. He just wanted to be a little more drunk before he got home. He was beginning hate the thought of getting into bed each night. Sam and Jess loved each other very much but marriage hadn't been living up to either of their expectations. For starters, Sam had a real bedwetting problem that had followed him since childhood and it only got worse with stress. Within the past few months, he could only remember a handful of dry nights. When they were dating, Jess had been so accepting of it when he finally worked up the courage to tell her. But knowing about it and living with it were two different things. Sam always insisted that he would take care of the sheets the morning after an accident but he was a heavy sleeper. Jess usually woke up before him. A few times she'd tried to wake her husband up but it always proved to be a chore. Half the time, she would just strip the sheets herself even with her groggy husband still on the bed, putting them in the laundry to prevent the bedroom from smelling like pee. While his bedwetting embarrassed Sam like nothing else and he cringed at the thought of his wife having to wake up in a wet bed, there was another reason he hated climbing into bed with her. Jess often got stressed at work too and, as a result, their sex life as newlyweds had been almost non-existent. Sure, there were a few occasions when she would relax and the stars would align just right but the words "I'm just not in the mood" had become all too familiar to Sam within their first few months of marriage. Laying in bed next to his sleepy, half naked bride proved to be a tough task in itself. By now, he'd been rejected enough to know that groping her in bed after a long day at work was just irritating to her. The embarrassment of knowing his wife would wake up in a wet bed just made it worse. When she'd mentioned the idea of them getting separate beds, he said nothing. While he hated the thought of his wife waking up in a wet bed, the thought of them having separate beds was too much for him. He figured, after that, they might never have sex again. Sam fumbled with his keys finally finding the right one and opening the door to their apartment. Even though he was drunk, he instantly became paranoid about waking his wife... who was a much lighter sleeper than he was. He quickly pulled off his shoes and set them down on the floor before making a mad dash for the bathroom. His small bladder and the alcohol had proved a bad combination and he was starting to feel desperate. He just barely got the bathroom door closed quietly before unbuttoning his pants. Sweet relief. Jess rolled over in bed, noticing the light that shone out from under the bathroom door and the surprisingly loud sound of her husband peeing. Sam shut off the light and walked into the bedroom in only his white, button down shirt and a pair of grey boxer briefs. He began unbuttoning his shirt. "Hey." he heard his wife mumble, obviously still half asleep. "Hey." he said, tossing his shirt on the floor and climbing into bed. As he lifted the covers, he got a good look at his wife's butt. The baggy t shirt she was wearing was riding up a little revealing a tight, light blue pair of bikini style panties covering her toned butt. The image was too much for him. Unable to control his urges, Sam leaned forward and put his hand on his wife's shoulder and began kissing her neck. She only groaned a little. He slid his hand down past her arm and began stroking her smooth thighs. For a moment, he felt her arm move and thought she might actually be responding to his advance... until he felt her soft hand grab him by the wrist and lift it off of her thigh. "You smell like alcohol." she muttered. "Do you... like it?" he asked in a final drunken effort to sound cute. She just groaned again. Sam rolled over onto his back and fell asleep. He awoke to the familiar feeling of Jess tugging at the bed spread, the all too bright morning sun shining in his bedroom window. "Sweetie, you've got to roll over." she said nudging him on the shoulder. Still groggy, it took all the energy Sam had to roll over onto his side. The feeling of the cool, wet fabric of his underwear between his legs began to wake him up. As he sat up, he felt a sharp ache in his head. He was definitely hung over. Still a little disoriented, he was surprised to see his wife was fully dressed. She had a nice red sweater, jeans, and shoes on. Sam began to feel a little self conscious now, not to mention cold, laying on the bare mattress in only his wet underwear. His wife set the covers and bedspread down on the floor at the foot of the bed. "I was beginning to think you were gonna sleep all day. If you're gonna get shitfaced and be hung over the next morning, the least you can do is be responsive enough to roll over so I can take off the sheets." "I'm... sorry, Jess." "I know you've had a long week, sweetie but thats no excuse." she said. "Yeah... I know." said Sam still rubbing his eyes. "I've got to go. I'm meeting Shelby. I'm gonna be late." Jess knelt down by the bed and put her arm on Sam's shoulder. "Hey, look at me. I'm going out so I'm counting on you to get all of this in the wash before I get back. I don't want the house to smell like pee when I get back." she said motioning to the wet sheets on the bedroom floor. Sam nodded. "Okay... feel better, sweetie." she said, getting up and leaving the room. After he heard Jess leave, Sam mustered the strength to stand up, pick up the covers, and shuffle into the laundry room. He striped off his soaked boxer briefs and stumbled back towards shower. The warm water felt so good, so southing on his naked body. Waking up wet on a winter morning always sucked. After getting out of the shower; Sam slipped on a pair of clean boxer briefs, socks, sweat pants, and a hoodie. He was warm and he fully intended to stay that way. After pouring himself a cup of coffee, he plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. His head still hurt. Just sitting upright felt like a chore and it wasn't long before he laid back on the couch and stretched out. "Well, how often does it happen?" asked Shelby looking genuinely concerned. "A lot." said Jess. "How often is a lot?" pressed Shelby. "I don't know. Lately its been... almost every night." said Jess staring at a menu. The two old friends had just sat down to lunch. Jess just stared at her menu wishing Shelby would change the subject. Although they told each other everything, her husband's bedwetting was her least favorite topic to discuss. "Well, you know there's only one solution, right?" said Shelby. "What?" asked Jess, still blankly staring at her menu. "Diapers." quipped Shelby very matter of factly. "Yeah... right." she said without even looking up. "I'm serious, Jess. You need your sleep. You can't go on like this." "Yeah, well, you know, I think we'll just get separate beds... hows the chicken salad here?" asked Jess, now desperate to change the subject. "Jess, listen to me, this is HIS problem. Not yours. You shouldn't have to spend a single cent on new beds. Especially when you can get a good night's rest TONIGHT." "Yeah... okay... I'll just swing by the grocery store on the way home and pick up some Huggies." she said with a slight eye roll. "I'm being serious, Jess. You've been more than patient with him. He tried limiting his fluids before bed. He tried the medication the doctor prescribed. Its not like you haven't explored every option. Jess... men are like children. You need to set boundaries with them and let them know when their behavior is unacceptable." "Behavior? Shelby, its a medical condition its not like he's doing it on purpose." "I understand that. But he needs to take responsibility for it. Its not fair for you wake up in a pee soaked bed every morning or lose sleep over wet sheets just because Sam's embarrassed about wearing protection. You guys must have discussed it, right?" "No, actually." "Really?" asked Shelby looking genuinely surprised. "Yes, Shelby. Sam and I really have never discussed him wearing... protection. This whole conversation is just... silly." "Jess, we both worked at a hospital. You know Sam isn't the only person on earth with this problem. They make plenty of products for incontinent people." "Sam isn't incontinent." said Jess now sounding slightly annoyed. "At night time he is. And because he can't admit that he needs help staying dry at night, YOU have to suffer the consequences. You need to set some boundaries and tell him this is unacceptable." "You really think so?" asked Jess. "Absolutely. After lunch, we'll go to the mall and shop for you. Then we'll swing by the medical supply store and go shopping for Sam." "I really don't think he'd go for it." said Jess. "Well its not his choice to make. He's not the only one sleeping in that bed. Jess, you know I love you. But I hate seeing you like this. I know you're stressed and I know you're tired. Just looking at you now I can tell you didn't get a good night's rest last night. You work your ass off. You deserve to get a good nights rest. You deserve not to have to wake up early to strip you're adult husband's soaking wet bed." As much as she was reluctant to admit it, Jess knew that Shelby's argument made a lot of sense. Jess was 27 and Shelby was a full ten years older than her so she naturally respected her advice on life. In fact, Shelby had a maturity that Jess had always admired. When they worked together at the hospital, Shelby was always there to show Jess the ropes and give advice. It was tough to contemplate suggesting diapers to her husband but, the more she thought about it, the more the idea made sense. And with a diaper on, her horny husband might just be embarrassed enough to stop groping her in the middle of the night after a long day at work. Sam awoke suddenly to the sound of Jess opening the front door. As he sat up on the couch, his heart sank. He felt a warm, wet feeling between his legs. His sweat pants were soaked. He immediately stood up with a thousand thoughts racing through his still throbbing head. He wondered if he'd be able to run and change his clothes before Jess got to the living room. Jess, who was carrying several shopping bags fumbled with the front door for a moment before closing it and walking into the living room. Sam was caught. He'd been too disoriented and too overwhelmed to think clearly. As Jess stepped into the room, it was all he could do to fold his hands and place them over the crotch of his wet sweat pants. "Feeling better?" asked Jess as she set her shopping bags down. Immediately, she noticed her husband standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room with his hands folded. But it took a few seconds for it to register in her mind. The realization hit her as she stared at Sam's sweat pants. While his hands covered most of the wet spot, part of the dark spot was still visible. His awkward attempt to hide it by folding his hands only made it more incriminating. She sighed a long sigh. "What happened, Sam?" she asked, now genuinely concerned that her husband had wet his pants in the middle of the day, only a few feet away from a bathroom. "I... uh... fell asleep on the... couch." "The couch?!" she said immediately walking over to the couch and running her hand over the fabric. Sam cringed, totally uncertain of just how bad his accident had been. He took a step forward to get a better look for himself. "Is it..." said Sam still too embarrassed to even ask if his accident had destroyed the couch. "Its dry." said Jess. "I'm... sorry... I just-" "I cannot believe you. Sam, this is too much. I wake up to a soaking wet bed every morning and now you're doing it in the daytime too?" "I fell asleep." "Well this is the last straw. I love you, honey but... this ends today." Sam just stared at the floor. He felt so embarrassed standing there in his wet sweat pants. He figured this would be the moment the started sleeping in separate beds. 'Oh well, so much for having a sex life' he thought to himself. For a moment, Jess was silent. Sam looked up at her and made eye contact. He knew she was upset. She just stared at him shaking her head. "Okay... go change out of your wet clothes." she said pointing to the laundry room. As Sam walked towards the laundry room, he glanced back and saw Jess pulling her car keys out of her pocket walking towards the door. For a moment, he wondered if his accident had upset Jess so much that she'd just decided to leave.