Sam And Jess

[Nat]

I hope Sam just decides to wear diapers full time and forget about the pull ups because it's so much easier. Then he eventually goes truly incontinent and actually needs to wear them all the time and Jess doesn't mind having him in diapers and being fully dependent on them.

[Mumy2012]

great Jordan to find a bf to diaper 2

[deewet]

Such a good story line, it is great to see the story develop so well!

Sam will soon be fully accepting his continued life in diapers, no doubt as all the stimulus is there for this to occur. Don't think the pullups will be around for long?

Not sure what Jess has in store for him during the day, but I am sure it will be equally as exciting, can't wait for this to continue.

Dee

[reader]

It's fun to read about hopes and guesses for the story. I'm hoping that Sam is banned from using the toilet. Then maybe a repeat of the dinner at Shelby's. Of course Shelby would also stop Sam from using her toilet so Sam has to mess his diaper in front of everyone. One can hope.

Anyways, NewGuy will certainly come up with something even better.

[mike indiapers]

Part of the fun and excitement for me is anticipating where this story goes without revealing where I hope it goes....Bring on the next chapter of Sam and Jess!

[NewGuy20]

Sam awoke to the feeling of Jess gently stroking his hair. He felt the bulge of his warm, soggy diaper between his legs as he rolled over onto his back. Opening his eyes to his wife's smiling face was nice. With a yawn, he noticed she was wearing a white button down blouse, seemingly all ready to head off to work.

"You have a good rest, sleepy head?" she asked.

Sam smiled and nodded. He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. It would be at least 30 minutes before Jess had to leave for work. Then he smiled again, remembering the day he had ahead of him. It was a work day to be sure but he'd finally have the little bit of independence he'd been secretly craving. Today was the day he'd get to try out the pull ups Jess purchased for him. While calling them that felt a little babyish, it hardly mattered to him. At any rate, the word 'pull ups' wasn't nearly as babyish as the word DIAPERS... a word that he cringed at for so long but now barely even cared about. It was just part of their daily vocabulary as a couple. Well, Jess' vocabulary anyway. Sam had always avoided using the word whenever possible. But his new pull ups weren't diapers and that was all that mattered. And it was a lot easier than calling them 'incontinence briefs'.

"Can I make you some breakfast before I head out?" asked Jess with a friendly smile.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I was gonna take a shower real quick though if thats okay." said Sam.

Sam usually didn't shower until afternoon or early evening but he wanted to start the day out right. He wanted to be fresh, clean, and showered. Today, if he had to pee, he'd be able to go to the toilet to do it. No wet diapers. No Shelby. No annoying diaper changes.

"Sure, honey. Just don't stay in there too long, I'm leaving soon here. You wanna come lay back for me over here and we'll get you changed?" asked Jess.

Sam nodded. Part of him thought she would have just allowed him to take off his own diaper since he was heading straight to the shower. But he did as he was told. She ripped the tapes and opened it up, proceeding to wipe down his balls and penis with the cold baby wipes. Lifting his butt, she slid the wet diaper out from under him before quickly running a wipe over his bare bottom and between his cheeks. Sam hardly thought this was necessary since he was about to shower but he figured she probably did it more out of habit than anything else.

The walk to the bathroom for a shower after getting his diaper untaped was always awkward. It was the only part of his day where he got to be naked. The cool air on his damp genitals felt strange. Tossing his sleep shirt onto the floor, Sam quickly turned on the shower. Feeling the warm water cascade over him and running the soap over his body, he quickly began to feel erect. Sam took himself in his hands, pleasuring himself as he usually did. He knew Jess might not approve but it was the only time in his day where he even had the opportunity to pleasure himself... but even that might be about to change. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how different pull ups were from diapers. When he was diapered, the fit around his waist was usually so snug that he could barely slide his fingers between the waistband and his bare skin... and he definitely didn't have room to slide his entire hand in. He was always confined in diapers. Showering and changing were the only times he got to feel truly 'naked'

Opening the bathroom door, he began tying his towel around his waist as he emerged into the bedroom in a cloud of steam. As if knowing he'd finished his shower, Jess walked into the bedroom carrying his package of pull ups in her hands. She set them down on the dresser next to his package of adult diapers.

"Okay, I got some breakfast for you on the table. You have a good shower?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah." said Sam, paranoid that she knew what he'd been doing.

"Lets get you dried off." she said pulling the towel out from his waist and wrapping it around his upper body before tussling his damp hair with it.

This caught Sam off guard but he said nothing as Jess began toweling him off. He knew she didn't want to be late for work.

"Arms up." she said.

Sam obeyed without even thinking as she slid a t shirt onto him. Sam took the shirt in his hands and finished by pulling it over his head. Standing there, naked except for his shirt, he watched as Jess tore open the new plastic package before pulling out the new garment he saw before him. In truth, the folded pull up in her hand didn't look much different from the way his diapers looked when they were removed from their package.... it was a little thinner but white and mostly the same. But Sam tried to remind himself that these were not diapers. He watched as she knelt down before pulling one open and stretching out the waistband a little. Seeing her holding it open for him to step in, it almost looked like a pair of underwear... almost. Sam slid one leg through the first leg hole... then the next. Jess quickly slid the garment up his legs until it was around his waist. Sam sighed. He had hoped to be the one to put it on himself... so much for his newfound independence. But at least they felt thinner between his legs than his thick, super absorbent diapers did.

"Hows it feel?" she asked with a smile.

"Um... great." said Sam.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"Yeah." said Sam, smiling.

"Great. Now just a few quick reminders... I know you know this but... when you pee in the toilet, make sure you lift up the seat. But always remember to put it back down when you're done, okay?"

Sam nodded.

"And always flush after you're done. And... last but not least?"asked Jess, hoping for her husband to fill in the blank.

"Um... pull my pull up back up?" asked Sam.

"After that." said Jess.

"Um..."

"How about wash your hands?" said Jess.

"Oh, yeah, I mean of course. Yeah." he mumbled.

"Now this is what you wanted so I'm trusting that you'll get the hang of it. I know you haven't been using the toilet that regularly but its 10 feet away, I'm sure you can manage. But I expect you to use it all day today. If anything happens, you're protected but remember... I want you to use the potty."

"You don't have to worry about that." Sam said confidently.

Good. Remember, your pull ups are just in case, okay? And they're not as absorbent as your diapers so even if you feel yourself having an accident, I still want you to get to the potty as quick as you can, okay?"

Sam nodded.

"And when I get home, we'll diaper you back up for the night and you can give your pull up to me and we'll double check to make sure you stayed dry. Sound good?"

"Yeah... sure." said Sam.

"Okay sweetie, I love you very much and I'm so proud of you. Call me if you need anything." said Jess, giving him a great big hug before kissing him on the cheek.

With that, she walked out the front door. Sam smiled. He walked over to his laptop. Plugging it in near the kitchen table, he pressed the button to start it up. He set it down on the table as the screen lit up. Sliding up a chair, he sat down. As his computer's bright background appeared in front of him, he briefly considered going to put on some pants. After all, the whole rule about not wearing pants in the house was purely to ensure that Jess (or anyone else) could easily check his diaper. He needed no one to check him now. After biting into a piece of buttered toast and sipping some coffee, he gazed into his bedroom for a brief moment, he considered it but ultimately decided not to. He had always wanted pants to prevent others from seeing him in his protection. Since he was alone now it didn't matter. Logging on to the system network for his office and finishing his coffee, Sam quickly set himself to work. If anything, he figured that pull ups would make his day much more efficient, since he wouldn't have to stop for diaper checks and diaper changes constantly.

When he was at home, with no distractions, Sam was in the zone. He typed with purpose and moved at a brisk pace. Sam might have been absent minded in many ways but, when it came to his job, he thought he was pretty decent. Working at home had only made him more proficient with each little mundane task before him. In some ways, Sam valued his job more now, not only because he could work from home but because it was a tangible connection to the adult world. Of course that was because he was an adult. He had an adult relationship with his wife. He had an adult apartment. He had an adult computer. He knew he shouldn't be insecure just because he wore diapers. Just because someone else helped him with his bladder problems and helped him keep up with changes and good hygiene... didn't make him a baby. Besides, with his newly rediscovered bathroom use, his protection would be little more than a minor nuisance during the day. He knew he really didn't need pull ups. Part of him just wanted to go into the dresser to look for a pair of underwear for the day and discard the pull up. He knew Jess wouldn't be back for hours. But he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his newfound freedom.

Well over an hour after he started working, he was starting to feel like he needed to pee. Not taking any chances, he got up and proceed to the bathroom. Sliding the garment down a few inches, his pee trickled into the toilet. Sam cringed as he saw a few drops land on the seat. He was quick to grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe it off when he was finished. He'd forgotten Jess' advice but he'd surely remember next time. No harm had been done. He quickly returned to the kitchen, pouring himself half a cup of coffee before sitting back down at the kitchen table.

Another 45 minutes and the urge to pee hit him once again. That coffee had gone right through him. But he didn't want to break from his work again just yet. He knew he'd have plenty of time to look at just one more bar graph. After all, the bathroom was never more than a few steps away. Running some numbers in his head, Sam was startled by the feeling of warm pee trickling over his balls before being absorbed. Sam quickly thrust his hand between his legs, stopping the stream immediately. How could he have been so careless?! Luckily, he'd stopped the flow of pee almost as soon as it began. His heart was pounding. He wondered how this could have happened. He quickly tried to reassure himself that it was only an accident... an 'accident' that had happened when he'd barely been in pull ups for 2 hours. It was normal for Sam to wet slowly and frequently throughout the day and very, very rare for him to use the toilet. He had just been working and wasn't thinking. It just happened out of habit. And it was far from a full blown 'accident', just a tiny trickle really. Still... Sam felt instantly nervous. He knew Jess said that he wasn't supposed to use his pull ups. How would she feel if she knew that he'd wet on his first day in them? Sliding his hand down into his pull up, he felt the inside for moisture. It was barely damp. She might not notice. Sam stood up, sliding his pull up down to his knees. There was a faint, almost invisible yellow stain at the front. Would she notice, he wondered. Sliding the pull up back up, Sam suddenly felt so vulnerable. For a moment, he felt like he was already looking forward to going back to the absolute protection of his diapers that evening when Jess returned. But he quickly pushed that thought out of his mind.

Sitting back down, calming himself, Sam realized that he actually had plenty of options. With an entire package full of pull ups, he could easily slip the old one into the diaper genie and put a new one on. Then he could show Jess a perfectly dry pull up when she returned. There was no danger. Pulling up yet another bar graph on his computer and looking over some numbers, Sam tried to throw himself back into his work and to ground his mind in something that he understood... something that gave him back his confidence. After a few minutes, Sam realized that in all his nervousness, he'd forgotten all about going back to the toilet despite the fact that he still had to pee. Besides, he would have to exchange his pull up for a new one anyway. As he began typing a quick email, an idea popped into his head. If he had to throw away his pull up, he might as well use it. He could skip going to the bathroom, get more work done, and even find out how much his pull up held. If he ever did have a full blown accident in it, it would be a good thing to be aware of. As he finished sending the email and clicked on another window, he started peeing again. The warm urine trickled into his pull up before being absorbed between his legs. He stopped the stream just once, worried about flooding it. Without even taking his eyes off the screen, he slid his hand between his legs along the outside of his pull up to ensure it hadn't leaked. All dry. He released the last of his urine into the pull up. The garment had swelled up to nearly twice its normal size but it still didn't seem to bulge as much as his disposable diapers. Then again, he knew that he wouldn't be able to wet it again. He was sure he had filled it to its capacity. Standing up, he felt his chair to make sure he hadn't leaked on anything. The warm wet pull up sagged heavily between his legs. He hadn't even peed that much.

So many thoughts were racing through his mind, he barely even noticed the small tent in the front of his pull up. He sat down and looked at his computer screen for a moment, then looked down at his soggy pull up. Before long, he was rubbing the front of his pull up. He couldn't help it. There was no one there to stop him and even after it had absorbed his urine, the padding was still much thinner then his diapers. He grasped himself through the soggy padding as he continued to rub the front of his pull up. Growing even more excited, he slid his hand down inside the warm, damp inside of the garment to grab his penis. Squirming in his seat a little, he came explosively into his warm pull up. Catching his breath, he smiled. THAT certainly wasn't something he would have been able to do in his diapers... at least not with such ease. Feeling a little gross sitting in his wet pull up, Sam began to contemplate cleaning himself up. How hard could it be? He thought. He might not have been able to change his own diapers but changing out of a pull up would be much easier.

Walking into the bedroom, Sam grabbed the tub of baby wipes from off the dresser and headed to the bathroom. As he slid the pull up down, it was so heavily it practically fell to the floor without any effort at all. Pulling out 2 baby wipes, Sam quickly wiped himself down. Feeling cleaner already, he walked back out and opened up his diaper genie. It took him a moment to open the metal lid - throwing out his own used diapers was yet another task he wasn't accustomed to. He then pulled a new clean pull up from the open package. Pulling it open, he stepped into it and slid it up around his waist. He felt clean enough but he couldn't help but notice that the fresh, dry feeling he always had after a diaper change was missing. He figured it probably had something to do with the lack of baby powder, lotion, or diaper rash cream. He hadn't used any of those. Jess always diapered him with such care... never missing an opportunity to take a little extra time for his skin... for his cleanliness... and for his comfort. But he had a dry pull up on and he'd gotten rid of the used one. That was all that mattered. He placed the tub of wipes back where he found it, being careful to close the plastic lid just as it was.

Washing his hands, Sam took a quick lunch break to make himself a little sandwich with a small side of potato chips to much on. Sitting back down at the kitchen table, Sam began reviewing more pages of data on the computer. Glancing at the digital clock in the corner of his computer screen, Sam realized that it would be less than 3 hours before Jess came home. He'd missed her. While he was glad Shelby wasn't staying with him today, the house felt a little lonely.

Eventually, Sam felt a familiar rumbling in his lower belly. He knew that feeling all too well. He figured he better use the toilet rather than procrastinate for even a single moment. Getting up from his chair, he felt vulnerable once again. He ran his hand over his rear end. As thin as the padding was between his legs, it was even thinner in the butt. His pull ups were clearly not designed for any serious accidents. They clearly wouldn't hold up in any kind of emergency like that. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about that today. He promptly arrived in the bathroom without a hint of anxiety. There was no real urgency... he just wanted to get this done with do he could return to work.

Before sitting down, he took a moment to look at his surroundings. The bathroom looked different then he remembered it several months ago. He used the shower every day... but he never took the time to even look at the toilet or even the sink. The bathroom even smelled different. He'd noticed it earlier when he peed in the toilet but hadn't thought anything of it. Three small scented candles sat on top of the toilet. By the bathtub, Jess had several different shampoos, body washes, and conditioners... even some bubble bath. Sure, he came here to brush his teeth from time to time. He showered here. But this room now belonged to her. She had made it into her own realm... and he felt like a stranger in a foreign place. It didn't upset Sam necessarily... it was just something he had never considered before. Jess had been so cheerful and pleasant because she had almost unlimited access to a place where she could fix her hair, do her makeup, take bubble baths, and do whatever else she did enjoyed doing in the bathroom. He had to wonder if she would have preferred him to never use her bathroom. But here he was. She'd given him permission to use the bathroom all day.

Sitting down, the toilet seat was much colder then he'd remembered it. When he used his diaper, he was free to go anywhere he wanted and get into any position he chose. On the toilet, he was stuck in one rigid, inflexible posture... wiping his butt proved to be a real chore too. He'd always sort of taken it for granted that Jess helped him out in that way. Looking back on it, her diaper changes seemed even more loving and tender when began thinking about how unpleasant they must have been for her. Sure, she said she didn't mind it. Maybe she didn't. But it wasn't an easy or pleasant task by any means.

Washing his hands in the sink, Sam walked back out to the kitchen table as his mind continued to wander. Using the toilet had gone just fine but... it had felt a little awkward. He'd only just gotten completely comfortable with messing his diaper and now he'd had no real choice but to use the toilet... he certainly wouldn't have even wanted to try doing that his pull up! In diapers, there was no rush... no urgency... no pressure... and no singular place in the house where he had to be. The thick padding of his diapers that now felt so lacking in his current garment had always served to reassure him. Knowing he'd be protected from anything, anytime, anywhere no matter what was just yet another peace of mind that he'd taken for granted all too long. And knowing that someone would always be there to help him, to make him clean again, to make him whole, and to reassure him. That was yet another thing he missed. He'd been away from Jess and out of diapers for only a few hours... but it seemed like a lot longer then that.

Pushing these thoughts out of his mind, Sam set himself to typing once again. He just had to focus on work. In no time at all, Jess would be home. Well, actually, it would take just under 2 hours for her to return... but that wasn't too long at all. Opening up a new internet window on his computer, Sam was startled yet again by a trickling in his pull up! Crossing his legs and thrusting his hand onto his padded crotch, Sam managed to stop his stream of urine yet again. Twice in one day? He'd barely even felt the sensation of needing to pee. His bladder wasn't anywhere near being full. Sam tried to tell himself that these weren't real 'accidents' but merely that he'd been a bit careless. He was used to wearing a diaper and, when he was in diapers, it didn't matter if he peed a little now and then. It was just a new routine. Tomorrow, he knew he could do better. It was just a matter of getting used to peeing in the toilet again.

Glancing at the clock, Sam knew he had better discard his current pull up, even though it wasn't that wet. When Jess came home, he wanted her to see a pull up that was bone dry. Sliding off the other pull up and disposing of it in the diaper genie, Sam pulled another pull up from its package. He knew he couldn't go through this many pull ups in a single day. Tomorrow, his goal would be to wear one pull up, all day, no accidents. Of course, that had been his goal today... and it hadn't been nearly as easy as he thought it would be. But he tried to remind himself that he hadn't had any major, full blown accidents... just a few brief moments of carelessness. But it was a new routine.

Looking at his final data set of the afternoon, Sam heard keys turning in the lock. The front door swung open. It was Jess.

"Hey honey, how was your day?" she asked.

"It was good." said Sam standing up and stretching his legs.

Jess gave him a quick hug.

"Great. You make it to the bathroom okay?" she asked.

"Yeah." said Sam.

It was pretty much the truth.

"So... how was your day?" asked Sam.

"Oh it was busy, busy, busy. I'm actually exhausted. You dry?" she asked.

"Yeah." said Sam matter of factly.

"Lets see here." she said lifting up his t shirt and sliding her finger into the leg band of his pull up.

"Okay, cool. Good job." she said, smiling at him.

He smiled back.

"Well, I'm gonna change out of my work clothes and then we'll diaper you, okay?"

Sam nodded. He gave no visible reaction but this was quite possibly the happiest he'd ever been to get diapered again. He'd gotten plenty of work done... but his day had been filled with accidents, awkwardness, and anxiety. He was ready to leave all that behind and just relax.

"SAM..." he heard his wife shout in a harsh tone of voice.

"What?" he called back.

"GET IN HERE." he wife said sternly.

Sam's heart started pounding. Had she found out that he'd had an accident earlier in the day? Was she angry. Sam slowly walked into the bedroom.... Jess was nowhere to be found.

"Uh... Jess?" he said.

"I'm in here!" he heard her call.

Sam then glanced in the bathroom. Jess was standing there with her hands on her hips, and an angry, pensive look on her face.

"You wanna explain to me WHY you didn't feel the need to flush the toilet today after your little BM today?" she asked.

Stepping towards the doorway of the bathroom, the smell inside was instantly obvious. Sam's heart sank. He couldn't remember the last time this had happened. He'd left a less than pleasant present in the toilet for his wife to find. Flushing the toilet was the easiest thing in the world... he just forgot sometimes. And while Jess was certainly annoyed when he failed to flush his pee down the toilet... this was much worse.

"No, ah no. Look, I'm sorry Jess. It was an accident, I mean, I didn't mean to leave it. I just forgot." Sam stuttered.

Jess flushed the toilet.

"I asked you to do three simple things today, Sam: put the seat down for me, flush, and wash your hands. You know, just because I change your diapers and clean up your messes on a daily basis doesn't mean you get to stink up my bathroom. I know, using the potty has never been your strength but I thought you'd at least be able to manage for a few hours if you were protected. This is ridiculous, Sam. This is why I feel so much better when you're in diapers... because there are no surprises. You might make a mess or do something gross but at least then I know that it STAYS IN YOUR DIAPER. I'm ready for it. I expect it. What I don't expect is to leave my husband at home for a few hours while I go to work and come back to find THIS is my bathroom!"

"I know, I know, you're right. I'm sorry, Jess." stammered Sam

"How hard is it to flush a toilet?"

"Its not hard. I'm sorry." said Sam.

Jess took a deep breath and sighed, walking past Sam out into the bedroom. She just stared at the floor for a moment shaking her head.

"No... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, Sam. This is my fault really."

"No, Jess, its not. Its mine." said Sam.

"No, its my fault. I shouldn't have put you in pull ups so soon. I shouldn't have expected you to be able to go back to using the potty this quick. You were never that good at it to begin with. I just... I guess I forgot because you've been in diapers for so long. It wasn't fair to ask you to just go without them all of the sudden. I remember you used to pee on the seat all the time. You wouldn't flush. Even... what happened today... its not like it was the first time you forgot to flush like that. And those are just the times you actually made it to the bathroom." she said.

"I'm sorry, Jess."

"It was my fault, Sam. Using the potty is just too much responsibility for you right now. You need diapers. And thats okay. It doesn't mean I love you any less." said Jess, sighing again and unbuttoning her white blouse.

Sam couldn't help but admire the light blue, lacy bra she had on underneath. He tried not to stare at her cleavage. He knew that this wasn't anything sexual. She was just changing out of her work clothes. She stared at the package of his pull ups for a moment.

"Did you... how many pull ups did you go through today?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Sam.

She looked right into his eyes, irritated at his evasive answer.

"Sam, look at me. Tell me the truth. How many pull ups did you use today?"

He sighed.

"Two."

Jess shook her head again, and sighed again, looking pensive. He couldn't help but think about how sexy she looked, standing before him, hands on her hips, wearing only a black pair of dress pants, a dark belt, and her bra... her golden brown hair in a tight pony tail. She exuded confidence... and authority.

"Is that including the one you're wearing right now?" she asked.

"Um... three." he said.

"So you had two accidents?"

"Well, I mean, barely. I just, there was barely any dampness it was just... I wasn't thinking and..."

"Sam, save it. I can't say I'm surprised. I thought you'd probably have at least one accident today."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah... I'll be honest. I was never completely okay with letting you go without diapers. I just... I know that being in diapers hasn't been easy for you. I know that I've been pretty strict about making the decisions where thats concerned... but this is why, Sam. You've proven you can't handle it. I mean, admit it, isn't your life easier when I'm taking care of your diapers?"

"Look Jess, I know I screwed up today but tomorrow I can-"

"Sam, you're going to be in diapers tomorrow. I'll take the day off or I'll call Shelby but you are not going back to pull ups tomorrow."

Sam sighed. He wanted to defend himself but no words came out of his mouth.

"But... but Jess."

"End of discussion, Sam." said Jess.

She slid her hands under Sam's shirt almost unexpectedly, sliding his pull up down to his ankles. He stepped out.

"Now lay down here for me." she said.

Sam did as he was told, laying down on the towel in front of him. Jess picked up the nearly full package of pull ups and walked over to the closet.

"We'll keep these just in case we go out somewhere where there aren't any places to change your diaper nearby. But I don't think you'll be wearing em' again for a long time... if at all."

Sam bit his lip. He felt like crying. He wanted to go back to wearing diapers but... not like this.

Jess knelt down in front of him and began unfolding a clean diaper.

"Come on, grab your knees."

Sam did as he was told, flinching a little feeling a cold baby wipe on his balls then running down his butt crack. Even though Jess was mad, she wanted to make sure he was thoroughly cleaned up. She knew he'd wet himself and was taking care of his skin. The extra attention she paid to Sam's butt cheeks was weird. He figured she didn't even trust him to wipe his own butt thoroughly at this point. She then slid the new disposable diaper underneath him and began powdering his rear.

"Down." she said.

Sam sat his butt down and she quickly pulled the diaper up, taping it snugly in place. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. So did Jess. He was finally protected again. REAL protection. Sitting up, Sam instantly felt more relaxed feeling the thick padding of a fresh clean diaper around his butt. Sam sat on the towel for a moment as he watched Jess unbuckle her belt and slide her pants down as she stepped out of them, revealing a pair of pink lacy boyshorts. Not a thong. But very sexy, Sam thought. Staring at her rear end in a beautiful piece of lingerie was just a firm reminder that even his pull ups had not been enough to protect him today. He needed his diapers. And he was glad he had them.

As Jess stepped into a pair of sweatpants and walked out of the room, Sam realized he was still sitting on the floor in only his new clean diaper and t shirt... the container of baby powder and the box of wipes right next to him.

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At the same time, Sam is disappointed in himself, disappointed in Jess that she is making him wear diapers tomorrow, but much more relaxed and comfortable put back into his diapers. He realizes full well that he does really want to be in diapers and feels natural in them. It's not even his bathroom anymore and he feels like an intruder using it.

I'm not sure how much further he can sink - even this morning, Jess dried him off from his shower and dressed him for his day. Still, I'm eager to see how much further Sam can slide. I'm sure he's going to be much happier tomorrow, though like any toddler, not anxious to take the time to have his diaper changed.

Thanks for the continuation of this story.

[Nat]

Wow 46 chapters so far. This must be the longest diaper story ever I have ever read. I wonder how it will end?

[pins]

Thanks for the new chapter New Guy . I'm 44 and can relate to many of the points Jess takes with Sam . I live with my sister (economic reasons) and still wear diapers due to bladder issues and learning issues . You're not far from reality Thanks for the up date .Please.

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[reader]

Amazing chapter, so great to read about how Sam is adjusting his thinking into accepting being diapered at all times. I was hoping the pull-up experiment would fail, so that was great to read about as well!

Jess is being a little bit more strict while being loving as well, awesome.

Hope Jess takes the next step and stops Sam from using the toilet at all.

Would be great to have her conditioning Sam to accept not only to mess his diapers but mess them while other people like Shelby and Jordan are watching.

And of course Jess should catch Sam playing with himself. Would be great if he was forbidden to touch his penis and balls at all while other people handle them many times per day.

Thank you very much NewGuy, this is just getting better and better! Hope it never ends...

[SallyKAT]

Poor little Sam. He doesn't seem to realise, in all his hopeless rationalising of his situation, that he is becoming genuinely incontinent. He isn't giving temporary control of his toileting to Jess, with the ability to get it back at some stage. He is losing control of it altogether.

So this is a powerful chapter. Sam is allowed toddler's pullups for a day, in the hope that he will use the toilet. But he wets himself twice, and is relegated to diapers, probably for good. As a measure of his development, he has failed to match the level of a three or four year old who might still be in pullups. His ability to manage his toileting alone is no better than a two year old's.

Sam has tried his best, but there is now no argument. Sam needs to be in diapers, and like a two year old, he needs a baby sitter or his mummy to change him.

He'll cry his eyes out once he actually realises that.

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I've been thinking about this today. This really is masterful (mistressful?) writing by NewGuy. Sam's wife is telling him that he must wear diapers 24/7, with no option. Sam treats that as law - and that's true submission. Jess expects nothing less than utter obedience, and Sam delivers as a child would. There hasn't been so much as a spank, iirc. It's a measure of NewGuy's skill in this deceptively simple genre that this reader at least is starting to see Sam as a child as well.

[mike indiapers]

Outstanding turn of events and I look forward to it's continuation.

[reader]

Reading through older chapters. When Shelby says: "Tell him that if he can't use the toilet properly, he won't be using it at all. This is just an experiment. If it doesn't work, you can just put him back in diapers... full time.", is she describing what we will read later? Let's hope!

[liljonjon]

So I couldn't get snuff and went back and reread the whole thing. Its awesome. I've never reread anything... hoping for some more dominance out of Jess tho.... reduced privileges... one time when Jess got him off she did it through a diaper.... this should be the rule... he never cums in anything but a diaper... even during sex... "tell me when you're ready sweetie so we can stop and get your diaper ready for your cummies." Thanks for a great read! !!

[Sarah Penguin]

Gosh I liked dis story. I hope there'll be more if you've got da time. Fanks for sharing it wif us all here.

[reader]

"hoping for some more dominance out of Jess tho.... reduced privileges... one time when Jess got him off she did it through a diaper.... this should be the rule... he never cums in anything but a diaper"

If possible, I would like the story even more if it did turn out like that! But doesn't seem to be where the story is going as Sam and Jess have even more sex now than before the diapers. Will be very interesting to read what's coming next.

[liljonjon]

Agreed! I want them to have tons of sex, but Sam must know his place and that's to do everything in his diaper. Also, I know new Guy you've talked about how you limit ab stuff and I think that's what keeps it so real.... that being said, however, we do have jess counting to three every once in a while and that was pretty cool... what about some time out or corner time? As always....keep it going

[Guest rayback2it]

im happy with any direction this goes it's a great story

[puffy_bottom]

I'm happy not being in control of this but enjoying the ride.

[NewGuy20]

After a minute or so of sitting on the bedroom floor in his t shirt and fresh diaper, Sam resolved to get up. Still weary of being around Jess, he climbed onto the bed and flipped on the television. Wide awake but wanting to relax a little, he sprawled out on top of the covers, reclining and staring blankly at the screen. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd lost his one and only chance at independence. Of course, wearing a pull up all day and getting it checked at 5 pm was hardly independence and he knew it. And he had to admit he felt much, much more relaxed with a disposable diaper around his waist. The feeling was comforting, familiar, safe. Nothing bad could happen now that he was protected. He hadn't really decided his current fate, being back in diapers, but if given the choice, he certainly preferred it. His only real anxiety came with knowing that Shelby would probably be looking after him tomorrow. That was the last thing he needed. The thought of it was just too stressful. He had to push it out of his mind and think about something else.

Sam sighed as he changed the channel and released a tiny stream of warm pee into his diaper. It was quickly absorbed into the thick warm padding between his legs. As often happened at times like this, Sam began to feel hard as a small tent began forming at the front of his diaper. He began massaging the front of his diaper a little almost out of instinct. Hearing Jess talking in the other room, he froze. There was no lock on the bedroom door. He had no real privacy. Climbing out of bed, he tiptoed over to the door and pressed his ear against it. She must have been on the phone.

"I'm sorry girl, I know its short notice but you'd really be helping me out a lot... Yeah... yeah, he was in pull ups today but... it didn't go so well. I don't know, you know, I really shouldn't have expected him to go from being in diapers all the time to being home alone and trying to be responsible for using the potty all day. Yeah.... well, he never had the best bathroom habits to begin with so..."

Sam took his ear off the door. He couldn't bare to listen anymore. He didn't want to hear Jess go over each and every aspect of his... predicament. The good news was... she was on the phone. She was occupied with something. Climbing back onto the bed, Sam turned up the television a little to ensure that his wife's voice would be inaudible. Even if he didn't hear what she was saying, her condescending tone on the other end of the door would have been a distraction. He began rubbing the front of his diaper again, thrusting his hips a little, the thickness between his legs making only a quiet crinkle around him. As usual, it felt good but it was hardly satisfying. He hand got sore very quickly and there was little relief in sight. But Sam pressed on rubbing the front of his diaper... determined to do something, anything to take his mind off his current circumstance.

It was then that the bedroom door swung open. He froze with his hand still on the front of his diaper. He said nothing. Jess stood there in the doorway, hair in a cute ponytail, wearing sweat pants and a tank top and looking as pretty as ever holding a glass of wine. The look on her face was hard to make out. It wasn't surprise... it wasn't anger. There even seemed to be a hint of sarcastic amusement. But she was hard to read.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing in here?" she asked.

It was only now, after several seconds of acting like a deer in the headlights, that Sam began pulling his t shirt down in an effort to cover the tent at the front of his diaper.

"Do we need to have another talk about you touching the front of your diaper?"

"Um... no." was all Sam could manage to say.

She pursed her lips a bit before taking a sip of wine. She sighed.

"There are a lot of reasons I don't like you touching your diaper like that, sweetie. We've been over this. But just to refresh your memory, I think its gross, its disgusting, and it shows that you have no self control. Not to mention the fact that your diapers probably aren't going to fit as well if you're constantly tugging and pulling on them all day. Do you like it when I'm the one pleasuring you?"

"Uh... yeah." he said.

"Yeah? I like it too. I like being close to you. But if you're touching yourself constantly, I don't feel like you need any help from me. And a boy who can't keep his hands to himself isn't very attractive in my book. Now, this has been a stressful day and a stressful afternoon for me... probably for both of us."

She sighed again before taking a small sip of wine.

"But you know what? You wanna touch yourself, go right ahead. Go for it. Get it all out of your system. Because after tonight, you're gonna be in trouble if I catch you again." she said.

"What are you saying?" asked Sam.

"I'm saying go for it. But I'm not gonna leave you unsupervised."

"Wait... w-what?"

"I'm saying if you wanna give yourself a treat, go right ahead... but I get to watch." she said with a small smirk.

Getting nervous, Sam stood up.

"Look Jess, I'm sorry. You're right. I can control myself. I won't do it anymore. I'm sorry." he said.

"No, no. You wanted to touch yourself so now you're getting the opportunity." she said, gently pressing his shoulders back and forcing him onto the bed.

"Look, I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore. I promise."

"After tonight, you won't be allowed to do it anymore. But right now, you get a free pass."

Sam sighed.

"One thing before you start though, are you wet?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah." said Sam, hoping his damp diaper would be just the ticket he needed to get out of this awkward situation.

He hoped for a change. If nothing else, he'd be allowed to get a few seconds out of his diaper, feeling his wife's soft hands - out of the confinement of the thick padding that surrounded him and trapped him now.

"Lets see." said Jess.

As if on cue, Sam stood up. Jess slid her two fingers into the leg band of his diaper, feeling it for a second.

"Oh, you're fine. We'll change you in a little bit. But you can sit down for now." she said, pushing him back onto the bed.

Sam's small tent in his damp diaper still hadn't fully gone away. He didn't know what to do. The whole situation made him uncomfortable. But, all things considered, Jess was being pretty lenient it seemed. Usually, he'd just be told to keep his hands to himself... under her watchful eye for the rest of the night. Now, at least he had a chance at relief. But he'd never actually had in relief IN his diaper.... well, at least not sexual. The padding had always proved too confining. And he hadn't exactly had a lot of ample opportunities for privacy.

"Well... what are you waiting for?" asked Jess, standing over him.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yep. This is what you wanted. You wanted to give yourself a treat. Now's your chance."

"Can I uh... have a glass of wine?" he asked.

"Sure... after you cum in your diaper."

Sam hung his head, staring at his diapered crotch for a few seconds. Very slowly, and very gently he began rubbing the front of his diaper again. At first, he barely felt anything through the thick padding. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about Jess standing over him. She'd seen him at his worst, she'd changed his diapers. In truth, it was hard to be embarrassed around her. But tonight was pushing it. Still... after 30 seconds, the feeling of thrusting his hips and his partially erect member into the crinkling padding of his diaper was getting better. He was caring less and less that Jess was watching. Finally, his hand started to cramp up again. He took a break, still breathing very heavily. He looked up at Jess who was still standing over him.

"Did you cum already?" she asked, taking another sip of wine.

He shook his head.

"Its just my hand." said Sam.

Well, you're not getting any help from me. Take your time... relax. But you're gonna be here until you finish."

Catching his breath, Sam resumed thrusting into his diaper, now pressing down on the padding just to keep himself steady. He glanced up at Jess. She had that same tiny smirk that she'd had earlier. He knew she must have been enjoying this. Why else would she ask him to do it? At one point, she leaned in so her face was only a few inches away from his. He kept rubbing the front of his diaper but desperately wanted to know what she was about to do. She whispered into his ear.

"You're doing fine. Just keep going. I'm gonna get a few things set up."

Sam watched out the corner of his eye as Jess walked over to the dresser, pulling a new diaper from its package and opening it up before setting it down on the towel. She opened the tub of wipes and set it down next to the diaper. Somehow, knowing that she was getting things ready to change his diaper... turned Sam on even more.

She walked back over to him and stood over him for a few seconds. Then, much to Sam's surprise, she sat down next to him... all while he was still rubbing himself and thrusting into his diaper. She put one arm around him, gently and rhythmically stroking his back. He glanced at her for a moment. He saw the outline of her black bra clearly through her white tank top.

"You getting close?" she whispered.

Sam nodded, continuing to rub the front of his diaper.

"Does it feel good to be protected again?" whispered Jess.

"Yeh." Sam grunted.

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh." he mumbled.

"All safe in your disposable diaper?"

Sam nodded, thrusting more vigorously now.

"We'll change you into a fresh, dry diaper after you cum." she said.

Sam nodded. His hand was cramping up a little now but he ignored it, continuing to thrust his hips. In a massive wave of pleasure, he came explosively, shooting his load into the soft, thick padding of his disposable diaper. Gasping and squirming a little in the intense intense pleasure, Sam felt a little off balance. He leaned over, falling into Jess' lap. Opening his eyes, feeling light headed and out of breath, he now felt his head resting on his wife's thigh. He looked up at her. She looked down at him, stroking his hair a little, brushing his bangs back across his forehead. Sam felt exhausted, but great. Jess leaned over, kissing him on his forehead. Sam felt like he could have laid there on her lap forever.

"Come on, honey." she said, placing her hands on his shoulders and raising him back up to a sitting position and taking his hand.

He didn't want to get up but as Jess stood up, he knew he had no choice. She led him a few steps over to the towel sitting on the floor. He placidly and obediently laid down in front of her. She gently rolled up his t shirt before slowly untaping his diaper. The inside of his diaper had gotten warm and sweaty so just the feeling of cool air felt great. The cold baby wipes that she used to clean him off were refreshing to say the least. Grabbing his ankles with both hands, she raised his legs and bottom up. Sam grabbed hold of his knees, holding himself up. But the powder was probably the best part... feeling dry again after being trapped in dampness. She shook a generous amount onto his balls and rear, gently rubbing it in with her smooth hands. Resting his butt on a fresh clean diaper, Jess pulled it closed and taped it snugly shut. She grabbed some baby wipes and clean off her hands.

"Dinner's gonna be ready soon. I'll expect to see you in there. You worked up quite an appetite." she said, standing up and exiting the room.

Sam laid on the floor for a little longer, relaxing. All things considered, this hadn't been a bad night. He'd honestly thought Jess would be giving him the silent treatment all night. He figured he got off easy... no pun intended.

Dinner was tasty but uneventful. Jess smiled at him once or twice but nothing erotic, just a friendly smile. Sam was mostly silent. Jess talked a little about her day and how the office had been more stressful than usual this week. After clearing the plates off the table, Jess poured him a glass of wine. After a few minutes, the two of them retired to the couch and watched TV for a few minutes. Sam remained quiet, now feeling a bit tired.

"You look sleepy? Maybe its about we get you to bed, huh?"

Sam nodded. Sleep was just what he wanted.

"Why don't you go ahead. I'll be in there in a while. Think I'll have another glass of wine... unwind a bit." said Jess.

Sam nodded. He didn't care. He honestly just wanted to sleep. Pulling the covers back, he climbed into bed. Tired and groggy, he couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. Probably a day with Shelby. Another day of work. But Jess would be back in the evening... and likely in a far better mood than she'd been today. All he had to do was to be civil with Shelby. No easy task. But he could manage.

All these thoughts swirling around in his head made it difficult for Sam to get to sleep, as tired as he was. When the bedroom door opened, Sam closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Jess walked past the bed, right into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Listening to the faint trickle of her peeing, Sam couldn't help but realize that same familiar urge was creeping up on him. He let go in his diaper. The warmth trickled over his balls before disappearing into his swelling diaper. Jess could have her bathroom and scented candles. As far as Sam was concerned, there was no substitute for being able to curl up tired in bed after a long day without having to get up for any reason. And even though he'd just wet, he knew the garment around his waist could hold plenty more... and that he'd wake up in a dry bed the next morning. Sam yawned, hearing the sound of the sink running and the bathroom door opening. He closed his eyes again, feeling Jess climbing into bed next to him. Laying on his side with his eyes closed, he couldn't see his wife. But he felt her warm touch on his shoulder as she snuggled up behind him. He bit his lip, feeling her warm fingers graze his thigh as they slid into the leg band of his diaper. She felt around for a second or two, then slid her fingers out. Sam sat for a moment in suspense, unsure of whether or not she was contemplating his need for a diaper change. He really didn't want to get out of bed. He was so comfortable. His anxiety vanished when he felt her place her warm hand on his diapered hip. He was safe.... protected and safe.... clear to drift off to sleep in his wife's arms.

[booboobritches]

Another great chapter and it definitely took a different twist, without a doubt, one of the best stories I've ever had the pleasure of reading.............BooBoo

[Sarah Penguin]

Another really good chapter of a really good series

[reader]

Best chapter yet! Jess is getting real strict, I love it. Can Sam stop playing with himself, probably not and what will happen when Jess finds out? Hope there are consequences after she said "After tonight, you won't be allowed to do it anymore."! Or if she finds out what Sam likes to do when showering....

Also like that it's perfectly clear who's the boss now, Jess tells Sam when to play with himself and when it's bedtime.

Can't wait to read more, what will happen the next day? Is Sam allowed to use the toilet or will Shelby make him poop in his diaper.

Got to go back and read it again, so good...

Thanks NewGuy!!

[Nat]

I wish Jess mind her own business and just let Sam rub himself there. Just as long as he does it in private, what's the harm? He doesn't need to do it around her.

[Sarah Penguin]

I wish Jess mind her own business and just let Sam rub himself there. Just as long as he does it in private, what's the harm? He doesn't need to do it around her.

I think she wants all his sexual focus to be on her, save all that energy, for her, instead of taking care of things himself and frittering it away. Pretty much the rest of his life revolves around her taking care of him / delegating carers now, anyway, what with the diapering, the changing, the having people watch him for her, and general slow regression of his status in the relationship.