Michelle & I: Head To Head; Final Chapter Completed

[mea]

Being from Canada, I'm a bit confused about the way this whole "diapering" has come about:

"What country lies due south of Detroit, Michigan?"

She says Cuba and he says Canada... and he's right?

This doesn't make any sense to me, seeing as Canada is NORTH of the United States, not South.

If you were to go South you'd pass through Cuba and Panama...

Otherwise, from what I've read (when she purchases the diapers) it's entertaining enough.

[Saluthyus]

Check out a map of North America. The way the border lies, right under Detroit is a very thin sliver of Canada that you would pass through going directly south.

[mea]

Ah, I didn't think Detroit was that far to Michigan's East, so I just pictured where Michigam was and went straight down from there. My bad.

But then I also found this confusing:

My best friend Mike held up Michelle's paper and informed the room she had gone with "Cuba" as her answer. He then held up my paper and said, "In true form, my idiot friend Jeff has completely misunderstood the question and chosen 'Canada'."

Jeff asnwers "Canada" and is correct... but his friends reply indicates that he misunderstood and got the question wrong.

Going from that and not knowing the exact location of Detroit (without checking a map) you can see why I was confused at how the answer could be Canada.

With how that part is written, it seems like the author made a change earleir and didn't fix this to reflect it. I don't know, but something seems off because of what his friend says.

Either way, like I said before, it's pretty good.

[diaperpt]

It took me a while to figure out the Cuba/Canada thing, but I think it would be a shame to get stuck on that. And by the way, Crazycat, PLEASE COME BACK and write some more!! This is too good a story to leave dangling!!

[d_drew12]

Detroit on a Map

Never realized this myself either.

[Daddy R]

Bumping to hopefully remind CC to continue. CC please continue I think your story is excellent!!!

[WetParts]

Sadly, this story hasn't continued. It was perhaps my favorite story, but some unkind posts along the way discouraged the author from continuing. Oh well. I'd kind of like to read the conclusion if it ever gets written.

[WindelDOM]

Hello.

Please go on, this story is great !

I was married to "this" wife, she was a bedwetter as well, and I miss her very much.

But please, take care of her, and buy her some nice plastic pants for day + nite care ! ;-))

Regards from germany...WindelDOM

[dldad]

I, too, would like to see further chapters. I hope you find it within yourself to continue for those of us who really are enjoying the story.

[diaperpt]

I, too, would like to see further chapters. I hope you find it within yourself to continue for those of us who really are enjoying the story.

I agree. This is one of the most frustrating things about the story forums on just about any site; some of the best stories are left hanging and not finished.

PLEASE come back and finish this story!!

[crazycat701]

Hey guys,

Thanks for the positive feedback, especially to the poster who said it was among their favorites. That's very gratifying to hear. You all have inspired me to finish out the last couple of chapters I had in mind. I need a bit to re-read what I've got so far but I'll work on putting up a chapter or two this weekend to work on rounding out the story.

Crazycat701

[Daddy R]

Very glad to hear, I have been hoping to see you finish just so I can make a hard copy & put in my collection of most fave story's, pics, & items. Your story was the 1 I watched for everyday when you were posting, Now I'll be watching 2ce a day. LOL

Hey guys,

Thanks for the positive feedback, especially to the poster who said it was among their favorites. That's very gratifying to hear. You all have inspired me to finish out the last couple of chapters I had in mind. I need a bit to re-read what I've got so far but I'll work on putting up a chapter or two this weekend to work on rounding out the story.

Crazycat701

[crazycat701]

Ok folks. Here's the latest installment of this story. I think I've got a couple more chapters left to wrap this story up to where I want to get it for Jeff and Michelle.

I hope you enjoy it.

Crazycat701

Chapter 15

"Dammit!" I thought to myself. I absolutely had planned on avoiding wetting or messing myself this evening given how twitchy I was already acting. And as I began to look down at my crotch to inspect for any leakage, it occurred to me that this might give away my secret to Carly who was still watching me intently. I could hear myself scream within my head, "Don't look down! Don't look down" but it was useless as I was already staring at my pants. The only good news so far, these new diapers were doing their job and doing it admirably.

Carly sensing something was amiss reached out and gently took my arm in her hand. "Jeff" she said softly so no one else could hear, "You're wearing diapers too, aren't you?" It wasn't really a question but more of a statement. "And if I'm any judge of reading people, you just had an accident. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you".

I finally managed to lift my head enough to make eye contact with Carly. The shame I was feeling was burning a hole straight through my soul just like the last time I'd had an accident in my pants in public when I was young kid. As I lifted my head I became aware that my eyes had welled up and a single tear ran down my cheek before I could stop it. Everything Michelle and I had been through in the last few days, all the intimacy, all the secrets shared and all the vulnerability, suddenly felt amplified by a factor of 10. Not that Carly was a total stranger, for cryin' out loud she's Michelle's closest friend. But I had zero intention of ever telling her that I was wearing diapers and now not only does she know, but I've just had an accident right in front of her where I had lost all control of my bladder.

But there's a reason why Michelle and Carly are so close. Carly, still holding my arm, stood me up and walked me into her and Mikey's bedroom. Once we had made it far enough past the kitchen, Carly announced in her booming voice, "Mikey, finish getting dinner ready. I want to show Michelle that photograph I told you about at work. And oh yah, bring your purse cuz I want to give you something".

Mikey replied with a "You got it, babe" and Michelle said, "I'll be right there. Just gotta grab my bag". Carly meanwhile had sat me down on their bed and she sat down right next to me with her arm around shoulders. Soon Michelle walked in and saw us sitting there and immediately sensed something was up.

"What photograph? Carly what are you talking about? Why on earth are you guys sitting like that?"

I had nothing. I was speechless. I was paralyzed. But no matter, these are the moments in which Carly truly seems to shine. She spoke up softly but firmly. "Hey Mitchy, I just found out, I guess you could say the easy way, that Jeff is also participating in the bet you guys made. I was sticking my nose in where it didn't belong and I guess I startled him enough that he had an accident right in front of me. Why don't you guys get all changed up and meet us out here for dinner when you're ready". With that, she stood up abruptly and exited the bedroom to join Mike in the kitchen.

Michelle turned her soft eyes towards me and just smiled. She could tell my eyes had tears in them and that I was feeling more than a bit vulnerable just now. "Not be indelicate here but just how bad did she surprise you? I mean, are we dealing with just a little wetness or do we have a mud flow to clean up?"

That was just enough to bring me back to reality. "Oh hell no. I'm just a little damp. I'm just shocked that it happened without any control. I mean none. I was done before I was even fully aware it was happening." Michelle leaned me back on the bed and began to undo my jeans. I had to lift my butt up so she could wiggle them down off my hips so she could inspect the damage. The front of the diaper was definitely yellowed but there was not much of the actual diaper that had been used. She spread my legs apart and looked at my crotch area and onto my bottom and noticed that none of that part of the diaper was wet at all.

"Well" she said, "this new diaper seems to have done the trick. You're pretty damp right up front here (patting me on my penis) but it almost seems a shame to change you right now as you've hardly used the rest of this diaper. But it's your call, sweets. I can change you into the one spare I brought to use between us right now or we can wait a little bit longer. Whaddya think?"

"You only brought one?" I said mostly in disbelief at this point.

"Well, we were running late and I usually only pack one spare to take with me to work and I guess I sort of forgot that you might need a spare, too. But Jeff, I honestly don't care, if you want to use this one it's really ok. I'm dry and seem to be doing just fine so far."

I've sat in wet diapers several times during this past week and it wasn't a problem for me then. It dawned on me that the only reason it seemed to be a problem this time was that Carly knew I'd had an accident. Then again, for all she knew, I was being changed as we speak for she'd likely assume that I'd be coming out with a fresh diaper on. Since this diaper certainly seemed to be up to the task of holding more than one wetting, I decided not to chance using up Michelle and mine's only spare diaper just in case one of us had a worse accident later in the evening. I looked up at Michelle and said, "Let's wait a bit. This isn't so bad, I don't even feel the wetness anymore. The diaper got a bit heavier but I sort of like the way it swelled a bit." She grinned at me, stood me up and began sliding my jeans back up and over my butt. I got them fastened and asked Michelle, "Can you smell me at all? Is there anything that would give me away?" She looked at me, sniffed a couple times standing up, sniffed a couple times bent over by my crotch and said, "I think you're the only one who's gonna know that you're still in a dirty diaper. Now, lets go eat and try to keep your fire hose under control for a while, huh?!"

I grabbed Michelle by the arms and shoved her over onto the bed with her laughing the entire way down. "Hey now! You be nice or I'll use up that last diaper and then you'll be screwed!" I helped her back up to her feet and we kissed for a few seconds before we left to join Mikey and Carly for dinner.

As we walked out of the bedroom, Carly greeted us by saying, "Wasn't that the most incredible photograph you've ever seen you guys?!" all while giving me a sly wink that Mikey could not possibly have seen from his vantage point. Michelle and I tried to act all cool like, "Oh yeah. Never seen anything like it. Very cool". I gotta hand it to Carly... she's pretty smooth when she wants to be. The four of us went into the kitchen so we could help Mike with getting the meal out to the dining room as well as the salt, pepper and everything else we'd need. Carly gave me a swat on the butt and then a big beaming smile. In that smile I was able to have an entire conversation with her that no one else in the room would have any knowledge of. Her smile, her eyes and the softness of her face told me all by themselves, "Jeff, nobody else would do what you're doing for Michelle. I don't care if it's silly, embarrassing or even a bit weird. I think what you guys are doing for each other is terrific". Now I had a another tear running down my cheek but this time it was happiness. Not only had I found acceptance with Michelle, but her closest friend now knew our biggest secret and her actions, her words and now this look all told me that what we were doing together was only bringing us closer together. At this moment, with nary a word exchanged, I felt closer to both Carly and Michelle than I ever had... and by extension Mike as well. This thought led me to consider that now Mike is the only one who ostensibly had no clue what was going on with our choice of underwear. I still clung to the thought that he would not find out now, if ever, about any of this but I still felt a closeness to him and Carly that confirmed these are the kinds of friends you find once in a lifetime. I wiped the tear from my cheek and continued getting ready for dinner.

The next few hours were pretty typical for us. A great home-cooked meal, lots of laughter and good-natured ribbing of one another followed by a movie in the family room. Carly and I had a couple more brief moments alone and each time she slapped me on my behind. After the third time she had done this I spun around and said, "Really? Really? Dude!"

"What?" she looked at me innocently. "I think its kinda sweet. Besides, it's not like you felt that."

"Doesn't mean I want you whacking me on my butt all the time, though".

"I know" she said. "I'll be nice. I've just been thinking about how cute you guys must look together when you're all alone with your diapers on."

"Well, yes, I guess it is kinda cute. Michelle is really cute in her diapers, anyway. I think I look like a buffoon in a diaper, especially when I'm wet".

"Oh come on, I'll bet you look pretty studly flexing your big man muscles with a soggy diaper taped around your waist". She couldn't resist it. Carly, much like Michelle, is a big smart aleck. This, for as long as I've known her, actually constituted her being "nice".

"Manly? I can't think of anything that would be less manly, can you?" I said in disbelief.

"Jeff, your underwear is not what makes you manly. You should know that by now. It's the way you do what's right even when no one is looking. It's the way you protect and look out for Michelle. It's the way you're friends with Mike and are there for him when he needs you."

"Thanks, Carly. That means a lot to me. I guess I'm pretty self-conscious that you know this about me and I had hoped this whole diaper thing wouldn't make you see me or Michelle any differently".

"Jeff, look. I don't pretend to fully understand what the attraction is to diapers. And yah, I guess when I think hard about it I do think it seems sorta weird. But then I remember very quickly who you and Michelle are as people and your underwear doesn't mean much to me other than it seems to help the two people I care most about get more in touch with each other."

"I don't understand it either Carly. Michelle and I both have our issues with what having had accidents have meant to us in our past and I don't know that either one of us fully have a handle on it now. Michelle can still get pretty upset when she wakes up wet in the morning and obviously my accident earlier tonight kinda shook me up. Seems like it's something we're still exploring at this point."

Carly gave me a hug and said "Don't worry so much about it. You and Michelle need to learn to just go with your guts once-in-a-while". Then, predictably, she swatted me on the butt and walked off toward the kitchen.

Michelle walked up just then and asked what Carly and I had been talking about. I replied, "She told me in a word that I need to 'lighten the hell up'." With that I grabbed Michelle and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on her mouth and then on her forehead. She giggled and said, "You big Goofus" and followed Carly into the kitchen.

The evening was winding down and it was about time that Michelle and I headed home. We thanked Mike and Carly for another wonderful evening and made some plans to join up with them on Sunday for a movie out at the new theater complex in town. I wrapped my arm around Michelle as we made our way out to my car. Carly of course, could not resist one last whack on my backside which made 3 of the 4 of us laugh. Mike was mostly just confused as to why that was so funny but seemed to figure that he must have just missed out on an inside joke from earlier in the evening.

Carly lets out with, "Good night guys. Now don't go changin'!" with a stupid smirk on her face.

Michelle and I turned around simultaneously and looked at her with a look on our faces... "Really?"

I sat down in the seat of my car in what was now a much soggier and significantly heavier diaper. I still felt pretty comfortable given how wet I was but I was starting to think that being dry again would be better. Michelle bent over to get in the other side of the car and I instantly got a whiff of what had been going one while she'd been standing at the car saying goodnight to our friends. "Been holding that in for a while have ya? I asked as she gingerly sat down next to me.

She looked at me as she sat and made what looked like a "little girl face". By this I mean that she had a look about her where she wasn't exactly in trouble but had clearly done something maybe she shouldn't have. Once she was all the way down, she wiggled her butt ever so slightly and said, "Ok, lets go". We both chuckled a bit and then I hit the accelerator hard so it would make her have to move in her seat to hold on. Michelle back-handed me on my arm and screamed, "You jerk! It's going up my back! Knock it off!"

... To Be Continued ...

[diaperpt]

Thanks for returning to this story and thanks for saying 'to be continued'! This is such a great story.

[jbz2079]

Yes, Thanks for the continuation.

This is a great story and really needs an end.

[diapermeup]

Keep it coming. This is the best story on DD.

[Daddy R]

Very good, Glad to have you back!!!

[dldad]

Please, continue, I look forward the ending.

[crazycat701]

Chapter 16

It's really hard to laugh one's head off and keep one's car on the road at the same time. I had apparently swerved and jumped the right front wheel of my car up over curb and then just as quickly jerked the car back onto the road. Michelle let out with "Aaahhhh, shit!" although I wasn't really sure if she was reacting to the mess in her pants or my inept driving skills. That's also the moment I noticed I had lost control of my own bladder and was peeing again. I could feel around the seat of my diaper leaking a bit as the seat of my pants and crotch both started to get wet.

I pulled the car into the garage and after parking, I worked on getting myself out of my own seat without pressing any more fluid out of my diaper and into my pants. Upon standing I could see that the leather seats were damp but at least I could clean that up easily enough. Michelle was still sitting in her seat waiting for me to help her up and out of the car.

I waddled over to her side and extended my hand to her. She looked up at me rather sheepishly and said, "Um... ahh, Jeff... I think I may have leaked here." I replied, "No biggy, look at me!" as I spun around to show her the wet stains all over the seat of my pants.

"No. Not like that" she said. "I think I may have experienced a structural containment failure. I'm sort of afraid to move here cuz I don't know what might come out of my pants when I do."

"Oh. Gotcha. Um, lets swing your legs out of the car so that we can have you stand up on a garbage bag once I pull you up".

"Good idea. Then I can take off my pants and check the damage before tracking anything inside all over the floors". I fetched a garbage bag and placed it by the side of the car. Michelle and I executed our plan pretty well and got her up and standing fairly easily. She unbuttoned her pants and let them slide down and then she bent over to inspect for damage. Luckily enough, her pants were still clean though one look at her diaper told a completely different story. The entire backside of the diaper was a darkish brown which I think was why she was worried she may have leaked. We got her inside, straight into the bathroom and into the shower. Michelle undid the tapes on her diaper and it fell the shower floor with a thud. I brought the garbage bag in with me and had her hand me her used diaper which was soon joined with my own.

In less than a minute I had joined Michelle in the shower as we both cleaned ourselves up. We chatted a bit in the shower as though nothing much unusual had happened. I guess we were both getting more used to diapers and clean-ups. Something was bothering me though, and given my tendency to think myself into a corner, I figured I'd just say what was on my mind to see how Michelle would respond.

"Hey, dork" I said. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure Doofus, what's on your mind?"

"I think I had two accidents today." I said somewhat reserved.

"So, what of it? You normally need at least 3 diapers in a day so what's the big deal?"

"No, Michelle. I think I had 2 honest-to-goodness accidents. Like I peed myself with no control at all".

"Ohh. I get it. So, are you like worried that you're becoming incontinent or something?"

"That's just it" I replied. "I don't think there's any reason why I'd be having accidents. I mean, I'm not sick, I don't think I have a bladder infection. I didn't feel any urgency at all. I just, sort of... peed. The first one was when Carly surprised me by guessing I was wearing diapers and then I lost control again when I ran the car over the curb on the way home. It just happened."

"Ok, well... Um, do you think you need to see a doctor about this?"

"No! Hell no!" I shot back. "I just wonder what's going on with me."

Michelle wrapped her arms around me, water still cascading over both of us and said, "Maybe you're just getting comfortable with your diapers. Maybe this is just your body's way of responding in a time of distress. And since you know you're protected, there's not any real good reason to hold on. Your brain may just be doing your thinking for you. But honestly, if you continue to lose control of your bladder, I'm gonna put my foot down and drag your happy ass to the doctor and get you checked out just to make sure nothing's wrong. Ok?"

"Ok. You're probably right."

She gave me that look and said, "How many H's are there in Duh?!"

We finally finished in the shower and toweled each other dry. Michelle then surprised me by jumping in my arms while quoting one of her favorite lines from Top Gun, "Hey Goose, you big stud! Take me to bed or lose me forever!" To which I replied, "Yee-haw! Jester's dead!" and carried her into our bedroom. I climbed up onto the bed with her still in my arms, lifted her up as high as I could manage and unceremoniously plopped her on middle of the bed. It was from a height that was just high enough that she actually bounced almost a foot off the mattress.

You know, a pillow-shot to the pills hurts more than you might think...

Once I got my breath back, I pounced on my now-laughing wife just like one of our cats pouncing on an errant piece of string. What ensued was more of the deep, passionate intimacy that had marked our last few days. Michelle and I fused our bodies as one and found a rhythm that would have made any R&B or hip-hop group proud. Holding her, touching her, experiencing her. Being held by her, being touched by her, feeling her body respond to mine. This is magic. This is true love-making. I've never experienced anything like this before as feelings of love, gratitude, joy and sheer ecstasy washed over me. I looked into Michelle's eyes as the music we were making continued. Her eyes were alive, wide and expressive. Welcoming yet animalistic and consuming. I don't even know how long were locked in each other's stare. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.

Michelle achieved her climax just as I was returning from my existential journey. I could feel her whole body shudder as she let out an "Oh!" that was louder and longer than any I'd ever heard from her. Within seconds I followed suit and soon we both collapsed into each other's arms.

I was tempted to let myself drift off to sleep but then I remembered the last time we'd done this and wound up with her having an accident on both of us. I rolled out of bed and got 2 diapers out of the bag next to the bed along with the baby powder. I sprinkled her with powder as she lay there splayed out on the middle of the bed. Michelle was just smiling and the sweat on her body was glistening under the light emanating from the lamp by the bed. She lifted up her butt and let me slide a diaper underneath her. Without saying a word I pulled the diaper up between her legs and taped her into it nice and secure. I then lay back on my side of the bed and began to repeat the same procedure on myself. Michelle whispered, "What do you think you're doing? All the blood stuck in your little head? I'm not letting you diaper yourself after you just took care of me. Now let me finish that. She sat up and took the powder from my hand and sprinkled it all over my groin, gently rubbing it in as she went. I was already laying on the diaper so all she needed to do was pull it into place and fasten the tapes.

Michelle grinned at me and said, "You know, it kinda sucks that you wear the same size diapers as me. Makes me think my ass is getting big".

"Oh stop." I said. "I'm not buying the bullshit. Your ass is perfect". Is it just me or do women worry about this feature far more than we do. I don't really want to stereotype here but man, she worries about her shape far more than I do. "Besides" I said, diapers are either small, medium or large so it's not like there's a great deal of choice".

We crinkled around a little bit as we turned off the lights, straightened the covers and got ourselves comfortably snuggled up together. Almost instantly Michelle was fast asleep as I lay there contemplating everything that had happened. Michelle and I were unquestioningly in love with one another. I honestly have no idea whatsoever how many couples share in fetishes or atypical sexual practices with one another. And frankly, right then, I couldn't have cared less. Here are the two of us taking our relationship to new levels and it all seemed to be through our experimentation with wearing and using diapers. I've even had a couple genuine accidents now and I only seemed to be diving deeper into this experience. The little voice in my head that had been insisting that this behavior was somehow aberrant, somehow deviant, somehow wrong just didn't seem to matter right now.

The very next thing I remember was that I was waking up to the sun streaming in the bedroom window, washing over Michelle's supple form. I turned towards toward her so that I could snuggle up behind her. She stirred ever so slightly as she snuggled her butt and hips into my midsection and her back into my chest. So soft. So warm.

I slid my hand down to feel my own diaper just in case my accidents had continued only to find that I was still dry. I very slowly moved my hand over Michelle's diaper and could tell right away that she was wet again. In a way, I was almost jealous that she wet in her sleep and didn't seem to be the least bit phased by it any longer. Made me think that if I did start having accidents or ever had to deal with being incontinent that I would be able to handle it as gracefully as Michelle was now.

I lay there for several minutes longer just enjoying my embrace with Michelle. That is until I felt something sharp clamp down on my big toe. In our passion last night, I had forgotten to feed the cats. Apparently Thumper was not too pleased with this lapse in his human's judgment and decided to nip at my foot to remind me that his faithful servant had failed.

"Ouch you little snot! Cut it out!" I yelled flinching in response. Thumper took off toward the kitchen, presumably satisfied that his mission had been wildly successful. This of course woke Michelle and she quickly realized I was arguing with the cat. "Didn't feed the boys last night, did ya? Which one got you this time?"

"Thumper" I said. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great" she said wiping the sleep out of her eyes. Michelle sat up in bed and crossed her legs. She put her hands on her diaper and looked down to find that she had quite thoroughly soaked herself while asleep. "Well, apparently I'm still bedwetting. I seem to be pretty well drenched down here."

"So, do you want me to change you now or do you want to grab a shower first?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't care. What are we doing today?"

"I got nothing planned. Maybe we should run a few errands, though. I was thinking we should probably get a plastic sheet for the bed and I think we need some more wipes and powder." I paused before continuing. "It's like we're getting all geared up for a baby".

"Funny you should mention that, Jeff..."

... To be continued...

[diaperboy4life]

Oooooh! Great post! I wonder if Michelle is pregnant Can't wait for the next chapter!

[diaperpt]

Oooooh! Great post! I wonder if Michelle is pregnant Can't wait for the next chapter!

I agree! This story is sooooo good. Thanks so much for returning to it!

[dldad]

This is a great story and was glad to see you continue with it. I hope that you have a few more chapters yet to come, so to speak.

[diaperboy4life]

Bump... CrazyCat please post soon

[diaperpt]

Bump... CrazyCat please post soon

Please, please come back again...

[crazycat701]

Hey guys,

Here's the latest chapter of "Michelle and I". Please be patient with me between posts, my life is incredibly busy right now and it's hard to find time to attend to this story the way it deserves right now. I'd rather wait a bit and post something I feel proud of than rush it and put something out that doesn't feel right or fit with the overall story. There are a couple chapters left to go and a few things I want to get through before I close out the story.

Happy reading and Happy Diapers!

Crazycat701

Chapter 17

I looked at Michelle trying to grasp what she had just said. I don't know if it was that I had just awakened and wasn't exactly ready for consciousness yet or that I was in some sort of denial.

"Whut?" was all I could muster, looking at my beautiful wife with that dumb as a box of rocks look on my face.

"Jeff. Yoo hoo. Look at me sweetheart. Both eyes" she said. "I have something to tell you. We had been talking about starting our family soon and I was worried that given how the women in my family struggled to get pregnant, it might happen to me too. I decided to go off my birth control a few weeks ago cuz I figured it was gonna take us a while to get pregnant. I guess my body responded a little quicker than I thought it would. Jeff, baby, I'm pregnant!"

I was in shock. I knew it was English that Michelle was speaking but it might as well have been Swahili. I wasn't mad or upset. I was mostly dumbfounded. My brain was working a thousand miles a second. How could this be? Jeez, shouldn't we have decided together? We did decide this together. This is what we wanted. Right? Of course it was. I'm gonna be a dad. Holy Shit! I'm gonna be a dad!

"Jeff, are you ok? Are you mad at me?" was what I heard next.

"Huh? No! Oh my gosh, no! Michelle! We're gonna have a baby! I can't believe it! This is amazing!" As I said this I looked at Michelle and realized she'd been looking at me with deep concern. "No, Honey. I'm great. I'm better than great. I'm sorry I was just sort of shocked, that's all. I wasn't expecting that news, that's all."

"Oh. Ok" she said, still looking at me with a bit of disbelief, the concern still all over her face. "It's just that... I dunno, I thought I might have really upset you or something."

"No of course not. I couldn't be happier. Honest. This is what we talked about, right? What makes you think that I'd be upset?"

"Well. Because you... because you..." she said while nodding her head toward where I was sitting. "Because when I told you, you um, lost control" she said sheepishly and beginning to blush.

I looked down and quickly realized what she was talking about. My diaper had been dry not 45 seconds ago and it was anything but now. It was also that moment that the smell hit me. I wasn't only wet. Apparently in my shock, I had lost complete control. I suddenly became acutely aware that I had totally filled my diaper and hadn't even been aware that I was doing it. Funny thing was, I didn't even care. Not in the slightest. I was just so happy and so in love with Michelle. And now we were gonna have a baby together. That I had just shit my diaper without being conscious of having done it seemed so trivial. And frankly, I was finally beginning to grow accustomed to having messy accidents that the only thing out of the ordinary was that I had not been aware that I needed to poop or felt myself going.

"Oh. Yah. Well, I guess I had to go worse than I thought I did. No matter. I'm just so happy Michelle, nothing could possibly ruin my mood."

"You mean you're not freaked out? I would have thought that after having had a couple of real accidents yesterday that this would have sent you right over the edge."

"I know" I said. "This accident was what I've been dreading but it just doesn't matter. We're gonna have a baby and I'm married to the greatest woman in the world. You should be flattered. I don't shit myself for just anyone."

Whack! Pillow to the head.

I picked up the pillow opposite Michelle and took my best swing at her head. She blocked me by grabbing my pillow and whacking me several more times on the ass with her own pillow. Suddenly very conscious of being whacked on the ass while wearing a dirty diaper, I rolled over to wrestle Michelle's pillow away from her. What ensued was a tickle war to end all tickle wars. For the past several years Michelle always threatened to pee while being tickled and this morning was no different. There was even one time where she jumped out of bed in the middle of a tickle war and sprinted to the bathroom. She never confessed to having wet herself but I always suspected that she had. Now firmly in my clutches and already diapered, and obviously already wet, I paid no heed to her threat of urinary instability.

"Jeff! Stop! I'm gonna peeeeeee!!!!" she said while laughing uncontrollably.

"So. What of it?" I said laughing right along with her. "Go ahead!" I continued to tickle her as hard and fast as I could. I knew every single one of her vulnerable spots and exploited each one with no mercy. I had always stopped when she threatened to pee before but now I figured "What the hell?".

"Aaack! You jerk!" she wailed. "I'm peeing! I'm peeing! Ayyyyck!"

I felt her struggle to get away but I didn't give in. I had always sort of wondered what would have happened if I had tickled her to this point and since she was already in a diaper, I figured I was safe to find out. After just a second or two more, I heard her cry "uncle!" and felt her body grow limp. I also heard a bubbling fart noise as Michelle filled the seat of her diaper as well. We just looked at each other panting as we both knew exactly what she had just done.

"Jeff" she said still trying to regain her breath, "I have just one thing to say...."

"Yes my sweet?"

Then she hit me as hard as she could with the pillow she had never let go of. She got me across the side of my head with such a powerful blow that it knocked me completely off my knees. And because I was already precariously perched near the edge of bed, the momentum carried me on over the side and landed me flat on my ass upon the floor, arms and legs flailing wildly all the way down. I must have looked like a drunk, incontinent orangutan doing cartwheels on my journey down. Good news, my heavily padded bottom greatly softened the landing and the floor didn't seem as hard as it had other times I'd been knocked out of bed by a nefarious pillow strike. Bad news, the mess I was wearing was now completely enveloping me. I looked up at Michelle and she looked at me. Knowing what condition both of our diapers were in, all we could do was just laugh.

We both gingerly made our way to the shower as there was there were no amount of wipes that could handle this situation. The smell was almost sickening at first but we quickly rinsed away any evidence of our accidents. Technically we'd both had accidents since Michelle had tried to stop herself from going but my tickling her caused her to lose her control just as her news had led to my accident. We soaped each other from head to toe and took turns spraying each other with the shower wand until completely fresh and clean. Soon we were back in the bedroom and helping each other into our awaiting diapers.

Michelle and I spent the remainder of Saturday talking about what having a baby was going to do to our lives. She had been talking about shifting to working from home if we ever had a baby and now it seemed that this might be happening sooner rather than later. We agreed to not make any big decisions like this until more time had passed and we were sure the pregnancy was safe. Michelle calculated that she could be no more than just a couple weeks into the pregnancy as she had stopped her birth control right about the time we started with the diapers. This also made sense as to why she'd completely avoided alcohol lately, like at Carly and Mike's house last night. Michelle either had known or suspected she was pregnant and had stopped drinking as a result. She confessed to having made a doctor's appointment for herself on Friday for this coming Monday to find out for sure. I told her that I'd like to join her for that appointment and she hugged me hoping that I would volunteer to do so.

While out shopping for diaper supplies for the two of us, it started to dawn on me that sooner or later we'd have to figure out what we were gonna do about our diapers and trying to raise a child. It also occurred to me that we should probably mention Michelle's bedwetting to her doctor just so we could have her health thoroughly checked out while being pregnant. I just wanted to cover every possible angle to make sure there was nothing wrong with either Michelle or the baby.

"Hey Michelle" I asked. "Are you going to wear a diaper to see the doctor on Monday?"

"Oh shit!" she said, quickly covering her mouth worrying that someone might have heard her swear out loud. "I didn't even think about that. What do you think? You think the doctor will think I'm a freak or something?"

"No" I replied. "I was just thinking to myself that you ought to tell her about your bedwetting having come back full force and I..."

"I don't want to tell her about THAT!" Michelle shot back indignantly.

"Michelle, Honey. Don't you think you should? I mean just to be on the safe side? What if it means something's not quite right. I don't want to take any chances with either you or the baby. I almost think you HAVE to tell her."

"I know what you're saying is right, Jeff. But holy cow. That's such an embarrassing conversation. I mean can you picture it? 'Hey Doc. I think I'm pregnant. And oh by the way, I've been wetting the bed every night for a month!'"

"Well you don't have to do it like that, Doofus. Just tell her that you've been dealing with this again for a while and you thought you should ask if there's anything to worry about. You could tell her that besides nighttime accidents you've had some urgency during the day. That way the diaper during the day is just there as a precaution. I'm sure doctors have seen that before."

Michelle knew what I was saying was in her best interest. I still felt bad, however, as I was having difficulty imagining how I would talk about incontinence with my own doctor if I ever had to do so. Then that gave me the perfect idea... "Hey Michelle. What if we somehow work it into the conversation that I'm incontinent too and that we're just concerned that there may be some issue that we have that might be passed on to the child. Would that make you feel better?"

"You'd do that for me? Jeff, you're not incontinent but you'd be pretending that you are just to mislead the doctor? I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Well I'm not saying I've thought this through very well either but I figure the worst the doctor can do is laugh at us for being in diapers and being overly anxious parents-in-waiting. And if it helps you to bring the issue to light so you'll get yourself checked out, then I'm willing to do what it takes."

"Would you go to your doctor and get yourself checked out, too? I mean you've had quite a few accidents yourself here lately big man."

I could feel the blood draining from my face. I swallowed hard and with a less than convincing croak, "Um, yah. Sure."

"What was that? Was that a yes, Jeff?"

"Yes. That was a yes. If I have to do it so you'll do it. Then yes. I'll go to my doctor and tell him I've been struggling with having accidents lately."

Michelle could see I was serious. She knew my concern was genuine and she also knew that as big as a wuss as I can be about going to the doctor in the first place, if I was willing to go tell him I was having incontinence issues that she could do the same.

Michelle gave me a big hug and a kiss and told me how much she loved me. "I love you too, Doofus. I'd do anything for you. You know that".

"I know, Dorkus. Now, lets go grab a pizza on the way home and then you can change me. I'm getting pretty soggy and I don't want to leak."

... To be Continued...