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Chapter 1

 

I woke with a start. It was only 3.12am according to the bedside alarm clock but I was awake none the less, the ache in my bladder had stirred me from a deep dream in which I was holing out on the 18th green for the US Masters golf tournament. Now instead of winning  a big sports title I had a major need to urinate.

 

I moved the hand that lay across my chest in readiness to visit the bathroom and relieve myself, but before I could swing my legs off the bed the crinkling sound coming from beneath the duvet bought me back to my senses. The feeling of comfortable padding around my genitals hit me, of course, I was wearing a thick disposable nappy, how could I have forgotten?

As I lay there looking around our room at the various bottles and pacifiers on table tops I knew it would nt be long before I was wetting yet another nappy, soaking it with the waste liquid that I produced from suckling from one of the bottles I had been given earlier, flooding a garment that I had once thought only babies wore and I thought how on earth did it come to this? I looked to my left, at the owner of the hand that had previously been draped across me. “Ah, Karen, my beautiful Karen” I whispered to myself as my mind wandered back to a time six months previous “the things you’ve made me do!”

 

I’d first heard of Karen Terry in 2008, she was the Mother of a class mate of my 8 year old son and already dividing opinions of parents at the school gates. My then wife had told me of the easy way she made ‘enemies’ of the other pupils parents with her over protective nature towards her only Son. How she would scold other children who had dared mess about with her precious boy and how she told the scolded pupils parents of how precious her baby boy was compared to their own offspring.

She was single, it was said that her baby father had run off when their son had developed health problems aged just two, and by all accounts Karen had devoted the six years since to caring for her “little Georgie”.  She alone had nursed him through the first sign of health difficulties and the subsequent kidney transplant he eventually needed and she alone had spent every moment after  that she could caring for her ‘baby boy’. Some of the other Mothers had said that she went overboard with the protection she demanded others gave her Son, that the successful operation six years previous had meant that her George was a normal 8 year old child, there were even suggestions that Karen had Munchausen by proxy, that she was exaggerating the boys health problems to get attention but despite all that and the growing animosity aimed towards Karen she was steadfast with her Motherly protection.

 

I had all these tales in the back of my mind the day I first actually met Karen that summer. I had volunteered to help out on a day trip my Son’s school class was taking to a local nature reserve, looking after a group of 8 year olds for the day held no fear for me and it had giving me something to do on a very rare day off from work.  There were numerous groups on the trip and I spent the morning concentrating on helping the teacher I was assigned to deal and educate the 12 children in our care. Lunchtime we sat and ate the packed lunch that we had bought with us, I watched as other groups of children arrived to the eating area in the hope of spotting my Son (I had nt been allowed to join his group for the day as they had already had a parent volunteer) and it was nt long before I caught his smiling face wandering through the trees. My eyes followed his group as they made their way down the dusty hill and I was drawn to a dark haired woman who held the hand of a rather tubby boy in the class. She was stunning, she had dark shoulder length hair, a golden tan and you could clearly see that under her tight summer clothing she had a body that would rival any Playmate. As the group came closer I could see that she had the darkest eyes I had ever seen and a natural hard pout that I’ve always found sexy, I had nt even realised I was staring at this beauty until my Son walked in front of me and broke my eye line.  My Son and I ate together and then took the opportunity to have a kick around with a football during the hour lunch break afforded us,  although even whilst I ran about with a number of children all playing football I took every opportunity I could to look in the direction of the beauty sitting alone with the tubby boy. Just before the groups were gathered to continue the afternoon nature lesson I kissed my son goodbye and asked him who the adult was that was helping out in his group? He replied “oh, that’s George’s Mum, I think her name is Karen”

 

That’s Karen Terry I thought to myself, I’d remembered all the horrible tales I’d been told of her antics but nowhere in those stories relayed to me by my wife was the mention that Karen was an absolute stunner.

I never saw my Son’s group or the lovely Karen for the rest of the trip and at the end of the day I met my Son when he returned to his classroom to take him home.

 

Work commitments always meant that I’d never got the opportunity to collect my Son from school and it was years until I clapped eyes on Karen Terry again.

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Chapter 2

Summer of 2012 was nt particularly a very pleasant one in England, despite earlier warnings of hosepipe bans dues to a drought to come,  parts of the Country had actually flooded due to record amounts of rain full.

It was nt pleasant for me either, I had split from my wife in January 2012 when we both realised that the relationship had run its course and although I remained on friendly terms I did nt get to see my children as often as I did when living in the same abode. I’d moved to a shared house in the next town, unfortunately all I could afford was a small room as I continued to pay the mortgage on the family home, so as well as a tiny bedroom of grotty furniture, I also had to share a bathroom and a kitchen with three other tenants. If there was a bright side, it was that the three people I shared the house with were female,  Lotty  was a petite brunette who worked in the local pub as a part time barmaid, Helen and June were both blonde and were both trainee nurses at the local hospital. Let me tell you now, I spent many a night imagining just how wonderful it would be to have all of them knocking at my door looking to be ‘serviced’ But it was just a fantasy and no knock ever came. We were all on friendly terms though, and would always exchange pleasantries when we passed in the shared facilities. I was still working long hours in the city so rarely got the chance to socialise,  my circle of friends had become smaller and smaller which made the split from my wife seem even harder. I was becoming very depressed and knew that if I did nt take charge and change my life around I’d be forever miserable. I needed to get out more and expand my horizons, I decided that I would take up every social invitation I was given and get out and meet new people and even a new partner.

The first opportunity came fairly quickly, Helen and I had passed on the stairs Tuesday morning and she had asked whether I’d be interested in attending a party in the local church hall that weekend. It was a fundraising event for some hospital equipment and Helen mentioned that there’d be plenty of single nurses there that I could chat to.

So that Saturday night, despite being held up late at work again, I found myself walking through the doors of my local church hall. My late arrival had meant that most of the attendees had been at the alcohol for some time and the atmosphere was rather lively. I got to the bar just as there was a shrill blast from the P.A. announcing the start of the cheque presentation.  I ordered my pint and turned towards the stage. I had quickly spotted June amongst the young nurses gathered at the foot of the stage,  Helen was on stage and standing behind a group of older men.  The speech went on a bit, about how government cuts had meant that charity work was even more important than ever and how locals had clubbed together to make the donation for the hospital equipment but they were keen to highlight one individual who had helped out more than anyone. My interest was pricked when I heard the fella with the microphone say the name Karen Terry and asked her to come up to accept a special gift. I watched intently as a woman worked her way through the crowd to get to the stage, as I saw her take to the stairs I realised that it was ‘little Georgies’ Mum Karen. She’d filled out a bit since I last saw her 4 years previous, a little more ‘mumsie’ than centrefold, but none the less she was still a very attractive woman. I half listened to what was being said as I gazed at the beauty on stage. The sound of applause bought me to my senses and I had watched her exit the stage holding a bottle of malt whisky.

I clearly remember the one thought I had going through my mind at the time was that if I could only get the nerve to go and chat with her then my life would change for ever………………how right I was.

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Chapter 3

 

My thoughts of times past were interrupted, my bladder spasmed, a swift reminder that I had an urgent need to urinate. I had moved the arm that had lay across me earlier so my way was clear to get out of bed and visit the bathroom. “I’m sure I can get into the toilet without waking Karen” I thought , “I’m sure she won’t mind if I lower my plastic pants and untape my nappy this time”

 

I pivoted my body and lowered my legs to the ground, slowly and quietly I slipped from under the covers and made my way to the toilet. As I entered the bathroom I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror on the left hand wall, the reflection staring back showed a man nearing his 50th year dressed in a puffy pair of white plastic pants. You could clearly see the bulky disposable nappy underneath the over pants, it screamed you are a baby.

 I’d seen TV shows that had featured grown-ups that enjoyed wearing and using incontinence products but never for a minute thought that one day I’d be sporting clothing that I had last worn over 47 years ago. I closed the bathroom door and considered myself for a minute, I’d always liked my partners to wear silky panties and enjoyed feeling them during foreplay, looking at the smooth pants I was currently wearing, perhaps, I thought, these are very similar.

My bladder tweaked again and I turned and walked to the toilet, as I reached the bowl I hooked my fingers around the elastic waist of the plastic pants and began to lower them. Just as I had worked them down to my knees the bathroom door opened with a start.

 

“What you doing baby?” came the voice in a rather stern tone.

 

I turned to see the love of my life standing in the doorway, hands on hips she was wearing a short silky nightie and a rather cross look on her face.

 

“Hi Karen, I needed to use the toilet and thought I might take the nappy off just this once” I replied.

 

As Karen walked towards me I thought I caught a flash of anger in her eyes but by the time she reached my position it had turned to a soft loving gaze.

 

“But baby, you have your nappy on. Why on earth would you want to remove it when you can just go ahead and wet it?” Karen asked

I looked at her and then lowered my head, I could nt reply.

 

Karen reached across and felt the front of my nappy, “you have nt even used this one so there’s no chance it will leak” And with those words she slowly began working the plastic pants back up my legs to cover the disposable I had on. “But, it’s better to be safe than sorry”

Once Karen had checked that the entire disposable nappy was contained within the pvc overpants she reached for me and held me close in her arms.

 

With my head lowered onto her shoulder she whispered into my right ear,

 

“You know why I put you in your disposable and plastic pants, you know I like my baby to wet his nappy, so please if you need to go, fill your nappy for Mummy”

 

Karen’s soft velvet voice sounded full of love, she was urging me to release my bladder into the disposable, and as she whispered “be a good boy for Mummy” over and over she gently pressed my  lower abdomen. I stifled a moan, I was at the point of no return, on the insistence of a beautiful woman I was about to again wet myself like a little baby.

 

Then it happened, I listened to Karen’s loving encouragement and as her soft hand stroked below my naval I let my muscles relax. The flow came quick, I felt the pee enter the padded garment and wash around my scrotum, as quickly as it was filled the thirsty disposable managed to absorb the liquid. I could feel  the bulk increase as the urine spread to the rear of the nappy taking the moisture away from the landing area. Karen lifted my head and gazed into my eyes. “you are such a good boy for Mummy, such a good boy for using your baby nappy” she said as I felt that tingly feeling below that only comes from a completely empty bladder.

 

Karen held me close for a minute more and then broke away from our cuddle. She held my hand as she led my back to the bedroom. When we reached our bed, Karen pulled back the duvet and ushered me into my side. I lay there watching her walk round to her side of the bed. Before Karen got under the covers she reached for the bottle that was sitting on her bedside cabinet, “My little baby must be thirsty after expelling all that liquid from your body”  Laying on her back she pulled me over to her chest and presented the baby bottle to my lips. I accepted the rubber teat and began to suck noisily from the oversized baby bottle. Karen stroked my hair and told me that she was so proud of me and how she would make sure that Helen and June were told what a good baby boy I had been, I listened to her quiet calming voice as my thoughts returned to the day it all started

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Chapter 4

 

I’d been watching Karen from a standing area at the bar for the same time it had taken me to finish four pints of lager. She had been sitting at a table the entire time with a bloke by her side. A number of people had come up to her and offered their congratulations for her fundraising efforts, she had spoken to them all, offering the odd smile whilst using her gorgeous dark eyes to look intently at whoever was in front of her. Whilst she did nt look completely unhappy, even a relative stranger as I was, could see that there was an underlying sadness to her. I studied the body language between Karen and the man sitting beside her, I did nt see any romantic contact, any stroke that would give a clue to their possible relationship, “Maybe they’re just friends”  I mused, but even after 4 pints I knew that I would never take the chance and put myself in a position of embarrassment by taking a drink over to her and ‘trying my luck’

 

I’d just ordered my fifth pint from the barman, my last I considered, before I made my lonely way home to my room, when I turned to see June standing next to Karen’s table. They were in deep conversation, it was obvious they were good friends as Karen was much more tactile and open than she had been with any of the previous people she had spoken to. June turned towards the bar and saw me standing there watching the table she was sitting at. June lifted her hand, smiled and waved at me, I returned the wave just as Karen said something to June. I’m sure it was a question about me as they both took turns looking at me throughout the conversation. I turned away to pay for my latest drink for just a minute when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

 

“Hey you, how are you enjoying yourself?” June said to me

 

“I’m having a great time thank you” I replied

 

“Well instead of standing here on your own, you can buy me and my friend a drink and come and introduce yourself as she wants to meet you” June said nodding her head in Karen’s direction.

 

I looked at June, assuming she had been talking about Karen, I said “I’d like to, but would nt want to upset her boyfriend sitting with her” as I pointed at Karen’s table

 

June laughed, “That’s not her boyfriend, that’s Quentin he has no interest in women at all, he prefers the other team, if you get my drift. He’s just Karen’s friend who helped out with her fundraising”, “Besides which, I’ve got to know Karen quite well over the last few years and she needs a special type of man in her life………and that’ll never be Rexx”

 

Bolstered by the new information I enquired what drinks I should get, June had replied “one white wine and one rum and coke” and left me to return to Karen’s table.

 

Once ordered and paid for, I loaded the ladies drinks, along with mine, on to a tray and carried it towards where June and Karen were sitting. As I made my way across the dance floor to Karen’s table I could see June whisper something into Karen’s ear, this was greeted with biggest smile I had seen Karen give out all night, I remember thinking to myself “I'm either in for some fun here or alot of trouble" 

 

It did nt take me long to work out which one it was!!!!

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18 hours ago, Eagle0769 said:

I remember this story from somewhere else and I enjoyed it then

but it was a long time ago so I would like to read more.

Thanks, I have posted it here previously but can’t find it to add additional chapters 

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Chapter 5

 

I got to the table and June smiled and introduced me to Karen, “Karen, this is Dan, Dan this is Karen"

 

I reached in to take the hand that Karen offered and with a soft but positive grip Karen pulled me towards her and kissed my cheek. “Hi Dan” she almost purred. Although we only touched skin for a brief moment, I caught the aroma of freshly washed hair and her subtle perfume and it was enough to make my penis start to stiffen. Karen could have got me to do anything from that moment!

Karen and myself spent the next hour chatting intently, I wanted to know all I could about this beautiful woman and she seemed just as keen to find out my life story. After I had mentioned that we’d almost met some time in the past, when our children were at the same school ,Karen explained that her son Georgie had died a few years previous, and that it was his passing that had driven her on to raise funds for the local hospital (which had treated her son when he was alive) in the hope that other parents would not suffer the tragedy that she had. I could see the sad look in her eyes as she added that her Georgie had been her life and how she’d missed looking after her ‘baby’

So preoccupied had I been conversing with Karen that I had nt realised that the hall was emptying, it was only when I asked whether Karen wanted another drink that she replied that the bar had closed, and that everyone was in the process of leaving. A panic hit my heart, I did nt want to say goodbye to Karen, I stammered something about giving her my phone number and hope she’d call me so that we could perhaps go out for something to eat but my offer of my digits was met with a smile

 

“If you want a drink, why don’t you join June and me back at my place” Karen said.

 

I had nt realised that June was standing behind me until she placed her hands on my shoulders,

 

“That’s a great idea Karen, come on Dan it’ll be fun” June replied.

 

I readily agreed, the mention of fun had really got my ‘motor’ running so without haste I phoned for a taxi to take us the short journey to Karen’s house. We were only waiting outside that hall for five minutes before our minicab arrived. I opened the front passenger door to sit in but was told by June that I should sit between Karen and herself in the rear of the vehicle. Throughput the journey my two companions stroked my legs and chatted with each other across me, the driver had obviously seen what was going on and I caught him giving me a raised eyebrows look in the rear view mirror. I smiled and winked back, I remember thinking it can’t get much better than this.

All too soon we arrived at Karen’s abode, a large double fronted Victorian semi- detached situated on a quiet road. After I had paid the cabbie I followed the ladies up the path and through the front door. June led me into the sitting room and sat next to me on the large leather sofa,

 

“What would you like to drink, Dan?” Karen said smiling as she saw me sat next to June “I’ve got a great bottle of malt whisky just waiting to be opened for the right man”

 

Before I could reply June had answered for me “Oh, he’s the right man” and then asked for a soft drink for herself due to an early shift at the hospital the next day .

 

Karen joined us carrying a tray containing a bottle of whisky, a glass of coke and two empty glasses.

We all spent the next part of the evening flirting back and forth, Karen was keen that every time I had finished my malt that the empty glass was refilled, and without realising it, it was nt long before I was slurring my speech. The ladies had much fun teasing me when I got simple words wrong but it did nt stop Karen from filling my glass further. The last thing I clearly remembered doing that night was stumbling to the bathroom, I have a clear recollection because after asking Karen where the lavatory was she had insisted on taking me there as she had to unlock the door for me to gain access, after that there was a long blank space until I had awoken the next day.

 

I had woken up with a grotty head and the worst dry mouth I had ever experienced, I was in bed in a strange room, and whist I surveyed my surroundings I cursed myself for allowing the booze to get the better of me, losing out on a possible threesome with my previous evenings companions. I next thing to strike me was that I the shirt I had worn to the hall had been taken off, and although it felt like I still had my underwear I wondered who had undressed me.

 

“Morning drunkard”, Karen had disturbed my thoughts by walking through the door with a cup of tea in her hand. “I expect you’ll be in need of this” she said with a smile.

 

Karen looked stunning in a long silky nightrobe

 

“I do hope I did nt upset you or June last night, Karen” I replied, "I don't really remember much of the latter part of the evening"

 

“Oh no, you were fine, very drunk but still a gentleman”, “Me and June had a bit of a struggle undressing you for bed, but with my experience with Georgie and June’s years in nursing we managed to get you out of your day clothes and into your nightwear”

 

“My nightwear? I don’t normally wear pajamas to bed” I said "But thanks, and thanks for letting me stay"

 

“Oh no, not PJs, something to protect my bed as I was nt too sure, because of the state you were in, if you’d wake up if you needed to use the toilet during the night”

 

I was almost too frightened to look under the sheets but I knew I had to. I slowly pulled the duvet off me to reveal that before going to bed I had been relieved of my trousers and under pants and in place I was wearing a pair of blue shiny PVC pants over the top of what felt like padded underwear.

A look of panic must have crossed my face as Karen gently placed her hand on my shoulder,

 

“Don’t worry, I’m used to dealing with wet nappies, my Georgie had problems throughout his life due to his illness”

Karen smiled. “To be honest with you, It was very nice to have someone to take care of again”

 

“NAPPIES???” I said loudly, “I don’t need nappies, nappies are for kids. I can assure you that if that’s what you dressed me in last night, I certainly did nt have any need for it” “I won’t be wetting myself like a young child”

 

“Sssshhhh” Karen put her finger to my lips, “let me get into bed beside you and we’ll discuss this quietly rather than wake up the next door neighbours with raised voices”

 

I watched her remove her long red silky dressing gown to reveal a smaller version underneath, As she pulled the covers back to join me in bed I caught a glimpse of her equally silky bikini panties that she wore under the nightie. This is my chance I thought, I knew I needed to urinate urgently, last nights beer and spirits getting the better of me, and thought whilst in the bathroom I’d lose my nightwear and return ready for some ‘action’

 

“Karen, can you unlock the bathroom so that I may use the toilet please”

I asked my now bed partner.

“In a minute” Karen replied “I’ve just got myself comfortable”, “Drink your tea whist it’s hot and we can go to the bathroom afterwards

 

I knew that I really could nt drink anymore, my bladder was at straining point and any further liquid intake would result in the 'dam' breaking

 

“Karen, I really can’t, all that alcohol from last night has filled my bladder up I can’t drink anything further until I have a wee” I pleaded.

Karen just smiled

 

“Have a few sips Dan, we can then have a quick cuddle before we have to leave this comfortable warm bed to visit the bathroom”

Just the thought of the opportunity to press my body against the woman of my dreams had over ridden any other physical needs I had been experiencing and I swallowed my warm tea even quicker than Karen had expected.

Karen gestured me towards her,

 

“Good boy, now come make yourself comfortable, lay your head on my chest”

 

I could feel Karen’s silky garment on my cheek as I placed my head down, I smelt her natural womanly scent as she raised her right hand and began to stroke my head in a gentle circular motion.

Despite the sexual desire I was experiencing in the clinch, the need to urinate shook me, and as I lay there I said to Karen

 

“Karen, I really need to toilet now, I can’t hold it anymore”, “Let’s quickly go and we can return to bed straight after”

 

Whilst Karen’s right hand continued to stroke me head, her left arm reached down to my waist and gave a gentle push.

“Don’t worry baby, just go, it’s okay, mummy will take care of you” Karen was actually encouraging me to wet the nappy that I was wearing. “You’ll feel much better once you’ve relaxed and let go”

 

I made a half effort to get up but at my first sign of movement Karen just held me closer

 

“Nooo”, I half sobbed “I’m going to wet myself”, “I’m going to wet the bed like a baby”

 

“Ssssh” Karen whispered, “ It’s okay, you won’t wet my bed, myself and June have made sure you have plastic panties on to help protect leaking”, “Just go, wet your nappy for me”

 

There was no going back for me, my heart thumped through my chest as I whimpered and let my bladder relax. I began to wee and even if I had wanted to, at that point there was no stopping it.

 

“Good boy, my wonderful baby” Karen sighed, “I want to feel you using your nappy for Mummy”

 

I held the lovely Karen even closer as through my tears I could feel the urine I expelled being absorbed by the thirsty disposable nappy

 

Whether it was the pained look of my face or maybe the light sob as I let go, Karen knew I had begun to wet my nappy. Slowly she continued to stroke my head whilst gently applying pressure to my abdomen.

 

“That’s my baby, you’re such a good boy for Mummy” Karen whispered in my ear as I continued to empty my bladder.

 

As I felt the liquid pool around my groin and run down to the rear of my protection I suddenly got worried that the urine would leak onto the bed we were laying in.

 I had a mild panic and began to rise from Karen’s side. Karen sensed this and held me tighter

 

“Don’t worry baby, you keep wetting until you’re finished. You stay close, Mummy will look after you” And with that Karen lowered her left hand and held my penis, no doubt feeling the warmth of the on rushing wee

 

After what seemed like an eternity my bladder was empty, and the shame that I felt when I had begun to wet had worsened. I’ve never been one to hold my feelings back well but even I was caught by surprise at the tears that were streaming down my cheeks.

 

Karen tried to lift my head towards her face, but further embarrassed I used my superior strength to keep my gaze away from her, frightened that not only had she seen me use a nappy like a baby but also that I was now blubbing like a toddler in front of her.

 

“Dan, sweetie” Karen said softly.

 

I did nt reply, just stifled a moan.

 

 Karen continued “Dan, sweetie, there’s no need to worry”, “I love that you have been a good boy and used your nappy”, “Please don’t be embarrassed”. Karen could feel a slight loss of tension in my body “Dan, baby, look at me. I need to tell you something and I can’t do it without looking into your eyes”

 

I sniffed back, used my right hand to clear the tears tracks from my face and turned to face the beautiful woman next to me.

 

“There’s a good boy”, “Now cuddle up close and please listen to me”

 

“For such a long time now I have been lonely. After little Georgie left me I have been looking for someone to be my special friend and although I’ve never been short of male attention I’ve never felt I had found the right one……………..that was until I met you last night”

 

“Georgie was such a sick child, that I spent many many years looking after him. We became so close through that experience, closer than any regular mother son bond I’ve encountered, that it became something that I enjoyed immensely. Due to his illness he had no control over his bladder, he had to wear protection all his life and I was the one who tended to his changes even when he was older.”

 

This time it was Karen who had the tears welling up.

 

“I miss my baby, I miss my baby so much, I miss having someone to take care off, I miss having someone I can love and spend every waking hour tending to, I miss……….”

 

Karen broke down, we were now both in tears and we clung onto each other and both sobbed together.

 

Such heightened emotions had made my dick harden, as Karen continued to hold my maleness through the plastic pants and nappy I could feel the padding press nicely against my balls. Karen obviously felt the growing hardness and begun to rub me through the protection. As I looked to her to offer to remove my nightwear she raised one finger to her mouth and through her abating tears ssshhhed me. She then leant down and we had our first deep kiss.

 

I reached round her waist and put my hand under her night dress to caress her plump bottom, she was wearing her silky tanga panties which I stroked almost in the same rhythm that Karen was stroking me. I could hear Karen running her hand up and down my crinkly underwear, I could hear as the plastic crackled with her every stroke, I could feel the padding stimulate my now fully excited member. The smoothness for her underwear increased the experience for me and I was soon gasping through our kiss.

 

Karen pulled her lips away and started again to whisper in my ear

 

“Good baby, can you use your nappy for me” “I want to feel you cum into your baby pants”

 

The words baby pants woke me from my trance, here I was lying in a bed getting ready to ejaculate into a baby’s nappy and I began to try to get away from the clinch. Again Karen anticipated this, tightened the grip she had on me and moved my face towards her breasts.

 

“Please suck me and fill your nappy” she sighed.

 

I did as I was told and put the now erect nipple I was offered eagerly between my lips. I sucked long and hard and was rewarded by hearing Karen moan softly

 

“Cum for me, baby”, “Cum into your nappy”, “My good wonderful little boy” Karen continued.

 

Not that I needed much encouragement, it had been a long time since I had held a woman and I reached my peak quicker than I had even as a teenager. As Karen’s hand continued to stimulate me up and down in the padded nappy I was wearing, I began to spurt into the protection and my body shook as I experienced the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

Karen felt my body spasm and increased the speed of her rubbing me through the plastic pants

 

“I love you!!!” I cried as I used the nappy I was wearing for the second time.

 

Karen replied “I love you too baby”, “I love you too”

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I do remember reading this a few other times. Seems like I read it, it goes away, and when it comes back again there’s a little more to it. I don’t mind that as long as it keeps coming back. Dan could have probably been a little more careful with picking a girl but then he was letting his small head do all the thinking for him. 

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Dear members,
CDFM is right. I have four different files with little differences:

First sentence:             Really last               Chapters       Last saved
                                       sentence:

I woke with a start.    ? - I'm curious...            8               2016.12.07        
I woke with a start.    ? - I'm curious...            7?             2018.11.28
I woke with a start.    ? - I'm curious...            4                2019.01.20
I woke with a start.    ? - I'm curious...            5                2019.05.08


Exciting, isn't it?
                                                Happy reading!
                                                      Diddldum
 

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Chapter 6

We lay next to each other, listening to just our breathing as it slowed after the peak we had just experienced together and it was ten minutes before either of us spoke.

 

Karen looked at me, and I could see the pure love that she emitted through her gaze.

 

“Thank you baby” she whispered and gave a little smile.

 

I think Karen could clearly see the confusion I was feeling, and took the opportunity to reach across and kiss my forehead.

 

“I bet you’re really hungry after all the drinking last night and the exertions of this morning, so let me go make you some breakfast. You stay here in bed and I’ll be back soon”

 

And with that Karen was up and putting her dressing robe on. She picked up my mug and exited the bedroom blowing a kiss in my direction as she left.

 

Alone with just my thoughts for company I tried to make sense of what had happened this morning. Not only had I wet myself but I had also shot my load, both whilst wearing clothing that were made for babies and both also with the encouragement of a beautiful woman. I found myself smiling at the thought of holding Karen whilst I had cum and I closed my eyes and tried to remember how wonderful her nipple had tasted.

 

The thoughts in my head did nt last long as it soon became apparent to me that I needed to urgently urinate again. It also occurred to me that I could at last get rid of the nappy that I was wearing and use the toilet like the grown up I had been for over forty years.

 

I pulled the covers aside and looked at the garments I had around my waist, the over pants were a shiny blue, almost transparent but not quite. They felt soft to the touch and crinkled quite loudly as I ran my hands over them. I lifted the waistband of the PVC pants to reveal a plastic disposable nappy, it was mainly white but had a slight purple pattern with some small writing, I could make out the words slip, maxi and Tena. As I reached further into the plastic pants I could feel how bulky the nappy was between my legs, it felt comforting around my balls and not as unpleasant as I would have imagined. Still, encouraged by the need to piss, I removed my hand and got to my feet. As I walked to the bedroom door I could feel that the thick used disposable was forcing my legs apart, making me walk like a cowboy from the films, making me waddle like the little babies you see advertising nappies on TV.

 

Although I did nt know the layout of the house I quickly remembered which was the door to the family bathroom that I had used last night, as I waddled down the landing the need to urinate increased, hurrying slightly I reached for the door handle and turned it to enter the toilet. It was locked! Slight panic ensued, I tried to turn the knob,  again and again I was met with resistance. Swearing to myself I realised that I needed to find Karen soon so that I could access the lavatory. I waddled back along the landing and descended the steep stairs, I held the banister as I had to take one step at a time due to the thick protection that I was still wearing, baby steps for the big baby wearing a baby’s nappy. After eventually reaching the ground floor I found Karen in the kitchen preparing a fried breakfast.

 

“Karen, I need to urgently use the bathroom”

I said as I entered the room

 

Karen turned to me and enquired “What for baby?”

 

“I need to wee, and rather badly”

 

“Baby, if you need to wee, just use your nappy”, Karen smiled, “You are wearing the most absorbent disposable available” “And even if it does leak a little, you are wearing plastic pants for further protection”

 

“Please Karen, can I just use your toilet this time”

I pleaded.

 

Karen put down the plate she was holding and walked over to me,

 

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a quick cuddle and if you still want to use the loo after that then I’ll get the key”, Karen reached my side and continued “Of course, if you want to use your nappy, you can then sit down and we can discuss our future together” “Remember baby, that that’s what Mummy wants, when I put you in a nappy and plastic pants I expect you to use them, I WANT you to use them. I love you using them”

 

My mind was racing, of course I wanted a future with Karen, but I also had to consider at what cost would it be. What would Karen expect from me as her ‘special friend’

 

Karen again held me close, feeling her warm soft body against my most bare skin was fantastic, and along with her once again soothing words in my ear I lost the will to hold back from wetting any further.

 

Karen felt the waters break and purred calmly and lovingly in my ear

 

“That’s a good baby, use your nappy for Mummy, wet for me, let it all go”

 

I stood there wrapped in the warmth of Karen’s body and wet my nappy for the second time that day, I whimpered as I heard Karen whisper

 

“My good baby, I love you”

 

The liquid I passed into the protection this time had less pressure behind it, it felt like a constant dribble rather than a torrent. As I was standing, in a clinch with the gorgeous Karen, gravity helped the urine to the bottom of the nappy. I could still feel it physically grow, the absorbent padding thicken around my balls, my tight blue plastic pants holding the Tena close to my under carriage.

Just when I thought that the disposable could expand no more before leaking point my bladder was empty. Karen sensed that I’d finished wetting the nappy for the second time and began to softly stroke my cheek

 

“there,there my baby, that was nt too bad was it?”

 

My mind was too emotionally scrambled to answer verbally, I just nodded my head.

 

“Good baby, now come and sit with me and I’ll make you a nice cooked breakfast for being my wonderful boy”

 

Karen held my hand and led me to the large wooden table in the kitchen, she pulled a chair out and motioned for me to take the seat.

Worried that sitting down would cause the thick padding around my bottom to expel any liquid still ‘loose’ at the bottom I hesitated but Karen dismissed any worries I had by reminding me

 

“Don’t worry baby, you have your plastic panties on, you won’t leak”

 

And with that I took my place at the table

I watched Karen walk to the cooker at the other end of the room to prepare our first breakfast together. Over the next fifteen minutes I admired the lovely Karen, taking in just how beautiful she really was. I watched her bend down to get various cooking implements, saw how the silky night robe clung to her womanly curves and how it almost glistened in the morning light as she glided around the kitchen area.

Soon she was by my side and we ate the wonderful meal she had lovingly prepared for us. We sat in almost silence catching each other’s eyes occasionally and smiling at the ease we had found so earlier in our ‘relationship’ Once the meal was over Karen quickly cleared the table, leaving me to have the last sips of the mug of tea I had been given.

 

“Right, I’m sure you’ll want to get out of that used nappy and clean up” Karen said as she returned to the table “Let me unlock the bathroom and run you a nice hot bath”

 

“That’ll be nice” I replied. Just happy that I was going to finally get out of the baby outfit I had been wearing since the previous night

 

 Karen kissed the top of my head and left the kitchen leaving me alone with my thoughts. I took the time to reach down and feel the garments I was wearing, the waist was tight, the plastic pants rustled to my touch and when pushed I could feel the thick padding beneath

.

 “Baby!!!!!” Karen called from upstairs “Your bath is ready”

 

I got myself up from the chair and carefully waddled towards the stairs. Slowly I was able to raise one leg after the other and climbed the steps.

 

“Hi sweetie” Karen greeted me as I entered the now unlocked bathroom. “Let me get you out of that wet nappy and into this nice bath”

 

I almost laughed at the suggestion “Karen, it’s fine, if you’d like to leave the room I can bathe myself, okay?”

 

“Don’t be silly, baby, I can’t leave you alone now. Come here and let me undress you”

 

I did nt question that Karen would see me naked, I just stepped forward and let her put her hands around my mid-drift. As she worked down the blue pvc pants I stared at the bubble bath Karen had prepared for me.

 

“There’s a good baby” Karen repeated as she worked the tight pants down my legs. “I’m so glad that June and I managed to get you in these plastic pants last night, it looks like you’re a heavy wetter”

 

I felt Karen’s hands return to my waist and then slightly jumped when I heard the tapes of my disposable nappy being ripped. Karen pulled the Tena away and balled it up.

 

“Right you step into the tub and I’ll be back to wash you in a minute” Karen said.

 

I did as I was told and stepped into the waiting foamy bath

As my body submerged beneath the warm suds Karen stepped out of the bathroom. I sighed, relaxing, letting the water wash around my limbs.

Karen quickly returned and collected a sponge from the shelf at the far end of the bath.

 

“Right, let’s make sure my little boy is nice and clean for the day ahead” Karen said. As Karen lovingly applied the sponge to all the nooks and crannies of my body she explained to me exactly what she would like from me to make a relationship possible.

 

“First off Dan, I would really like for you to take some time off work, can you arrange that?”

 

I nodded, adding “I’ll have to go in tomorrow morning but I have some time owing, but after Monday I should be able to spend the rest of the week with you”

 

“Good”, Karen sounded excited, “So if you go get some clothes from your house after I’ve finished bathing and dressing you, you can stay here again tonight and travel to work from here”

 

Before I could answer Karen continued, “I think we can take our relationship to a new level tonight, I can’t wait”

 

The thought of sex with Karen made my heart beat faster, I readily agreed “That’ll be great” Any memories of the night and morning I had just spent wearing a baby’s nappy were quickly put to the back of my mind as the only thing I could envisage was getting my hands on Karen’s sexy body.

 

“Right wait here, I’ll get you a towel and your clothes and we’ll get you ready to go home” Karen announced and left the bathroom.

 

I closed my eyes and day dreamt of what I would be doing with Karen the evening ahead.

Karen returned and held out wide a big fluffy white towel for me to step into

 

“Come on baby, up you get”

 

I left the bath and Karen wrapped the towel around me. She slowly rubbed me from top to tail, paying special attention to my genitals, drying me thoroughly.

 

“Baby, as you have nt got any clean underwear here, I’m going to put you in a little nappy to see you home,  I’ve put your underpants from last night in the wash so they’ll be ready for you when you return later”

 

“A nappy?” I replied, “Karen I don’t need a nappy, I’ll go commando, I’ve done it before, I’ll be……….”

 

Karen quickly stopped me “NO!, no baby leaves my house with being dressed properly for the day ahead. You only have a short journey to your house, and the quicker you get there the quicker you get back here, to me”

 

“But Karen, I can’t wear a baby’s nappy out in public, I’ve got a fifteen minute walk and people will see my padded backside”

 

“Don’t be silly baby, I’ll drive you home, no one will see you. I’ve got to go shopping for some supplies now I have a guest for the week so I can drop you and pick you up in an hours time”

 

With my brain reminded that I’ll be spending the week ahead in Karen’s bed I quickly agreed and offered no further argument.

Karen grabbed my hand and lead me to the bedroom I’d spent the previous night in.

 

“Right lay down on the bed, baby and I’ll get you dressed in your clean nappy”

 

I lay down and Karen reached for the bottle from the small dressing table,

 

“I’m going to put some talcum on your lower area as I don’t want you to get sore” Karen said as she applied the sweet smelling powder to my groin

 

 “Lift your bum up please”

 

I raised my backside and Karen rubbed more powder into me. Before I was allowed to lower my bottom Karen slipped a rustling object underneath me

 

“Good boy, now lower yourself down and I’ll tape the nappy up”

 

I dropped myself back to the bed and closed my eyes tight as I felt Karen’s hands go to work. A few tugs, some pulls and a couple of noises that sounded like rips Karen asked me to get to my feet.

 

“That’s it baby, you’re fully covered now. You get the rest of your clothes on whilst I get in the bath and get ready to drive you home” Karen gave my padded bum a quick slap, giggled and left the room.

 

There I was, standing in a beautiful woman’s bedroom in just a baby’s nappy.

 

I walked towards the chair where my clothes lay and the crinkle of the plastic backed disposable was almost deafening. There’s no way I can wear this out in public, even if people don’t notice the extra bulge underneath my jeans they’re sure to hear the noise of the nappy.

Very slowly I got dressed and after I had worked my once loose jeans up my body I looked in the bedroom dressing table mirror to see if the padded underwear was noticable. Karen came through the door wearing just her underwear, a set of black silk and lace skimpy panties and bra, the sight took my breath away and disrupted my thoughts.

 

“I’ll just get my jeans and a blouse and we’ll be on our way” Karen said and pulled the said garments from the nearby wardrobe.

 

“Karen, are you sure I need to wear this nappy?” I asked quietly.

 

“Yes baby” Karen replied, “You’ll soon be home then back here and it’ll be good to be safe against any accidents”, “Now please no more questions or arguments, I’m ready now, let’s go”

 

The nappy I was now wearing was clearly less thicker than the one I had been wearing previously and I did nt notice any waddle as I made my way to the car and sat inside. Once I’m home, I thought, I’ll get myself some clean grown up underwear and take the noisy nappy off. By the time Karen returns to collect me I’ll have dumped the disposable and it won’t be needed again, a week of adult passion led ahead and I was anxious to get it started.

It took five minutes to get to my front door and as I left the car Karen gave me a soft kiss on the lips

 

“I’m off to the Asda store and I’ll be back to collect you in around 60 minutes” Karen said “Please be ready”

 

I smiled and waved as Karen’s car drove away, I opened the door and walked up the stairs to my small room. My first thought was to make sure I packed the right clothes for the week ahead, the outfits that made me look the best, as attractive as I could be and that included my best ‘pulling underwear’

It was at this point that I realised that my bladder was ready to get rid of the earlier tea I had drunk at breakfast, I decided I’d take the nappy I was still wearing off in the toilet at the same time

As I made my way to the bathroom the feeling grew. Almost frantically I reached for the door handle and found that it was locked from the inside, someone was using the bathroom, and it could nt have been any worse timing.

 

“I’m in here” Lotty’s voice came from inside. “I’ve just got into the bath, sorry!”

 

Jogging about I tapped on the door, “Lotty, I need to use the toilet rather urgently”

 

“Sorry” came the reply “You’ll have to wait”

 

“PLEASE” I had become frantic

 

The only reply I got from inside the smallest room was “Sorry!”

 

I had to think quickly, if no one else was about perhaps I can use the sink in the kitchen and descended the stairs in almost three bounds.

 

I reached the sink at speed, I was now in a desperate state, there were a few dirty plates and glasses in the washing up bowl which I took out and place on the sideboard. Once the bowl was removed I undid the top button of my jeans ready to untape the nappy and relieve myself, it was then I heard a noise behind me.

 

“Ahem, what you up to mister?”

 

I turned to see June standing there with her hands on her hips.

Nervously I replied, “I, er, I er, I need to have a piss and Lotty’s in the bathroom. I’ll clean the sink after, I promise”

 

“Excuse me, do you think that I would allow you to use the kitchen as a toilet” June said sternly “I can see what you’re wearing and I’m sure Karen would nt want you to use the sink either”

 

I looked at June and pleaded, “I can’t use a nappy again, I’m a grown man, please let me take it off and wee like an adult”

 

June just stood there and shook her head “I’m going to stand here and make sure you use nothing but your nappy”, “And any further arguments I will use my martial arts training and restrain you until you do just that”

 

As I stood there I knew I was in real trouble, not only had I reached the point of no return with my full bladder, but also the fried breakfast Karen cooked me earlier had now worked its way through my system and I was soon going to be using my clean baby nappy for both number ones and numbers two’s, all in the eyesight of a beautiful young nurse.

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This story is a dream come true for me. I can't tell you how many times

I dreamt of this happening to me. How I long for a Mommy like Karen to

treat me how she is treating Dan. I love this story reading what I have

been dreaming about all my life makes the story even better. I know whats

coming because I read your story before but I'm enjoying it I don't care I'm

still excited and wish I was Dan Karen's baby boy.

I told you then I loved the story and I'll tell you now keep up the good work. ?

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Dear members,


please note that I did NOT say anything about the (good to very good)
quality of the story. But I don't want to imagine once again a long pause
and then a new beginning.


                                              Sincerely yours
                                                   Diddldum
 

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Chapter 7

 

“Please, June” I pleaded with my housemate as she watched me squirm by the kitchen sink, “I need to go now and I

don’t think I could make it to the bathroom even if it was empty” 

The feeling below was getting painful, I was at the stage where my body was almost doubled up, my bladder sending desperate messages to my brain that it needed to expel the waste liquid.

 

“Dan, I don’t like repeating myself, you do not use that sink to urinate in” June forcefully replied, “I’ve warned you once, do not try it or there will be repercussions”

 

Now at this point, with my body going into painful spasms, I did nt even think about the looming threat of physical violence, yes I was aware that June had spent some time in the TA, and I’d even seen YouTube videos of her wrestling with other ‘soldiers’ at the unarmed combat shows they had put on, but that was furthest from my mind when I decided to ignore the irate woman standing in front of me and use the sink to piss in. I turned away

from June and reached down to my trousers with my right hand, clasped the zip and drew it to the bottom.

 

It was then that I felt a body slam into mine from behind and a very strong arm reach around and fix itself across my throat, I was caught off balance and it did nt take a lot of force to pull me back and wrestle me to the ground, a plate and two glasses followed me as I knocked them from the sideboard trying to stay upright. 

 

Once on the floor I felt two legs hook around the inside of my own, forcing them apart and taking away any leverage that I could use to try regain my footing. As I struggled

June put her head on my shoulder and hissed at me “I fucking told you boy, you do not piss in the sink” she was angry now, 

“Right, baby, I’m going to keep you locked in this position for as long as necessary for you to fill your nappy, so you might as well do as your told”

I made a last weak effort to try and get to my feet but there was no getting away from the grip June had me in. I pleaded with my assailant,

 “Please June, Please, PLEASE” but the battle was lost before the last word left my mouth, my control on my bladder had given up and I was filling another nappy with urine. June must have felt my body relax and give in to its fate.

 As my padded underwear got thicker around by balls due to the liquid it was absorbing she whispered into my ear

 

“That’s it pissy pants, you use a babies nappy, use it like the little boy you are. Make sure that it’s all wet”

 

She almost spat the words “Pissy pants” out, still angry that I had tried to defy her and use the kitchen sink..

 

I heard the words but I did nt listen, there was a bigger issue that I had right then, all the effort I had

originally put in to holding back my wee had taken so much out of my system that when it eventually relaxed it was nt just my bladder that was emptying, my bowels had also given in, and a soft poop was working its way out of my anus and into my nappy.

 

The realisation that I had just shit myself for the first time in decades hit me like a hammer blow, and as the soft mush joined the warm piss in my disposable nappy I felt a surge of adrenaline, probably thanks to embarrassment, and managed to roll my body over so that June was now on top of me, thus making it easier to get

back on my feet. June dug her ‘hooks’ in further, trying to take away any momentum I had, and she rolled my back over with ease. I was not going to give up easy, twice more I tried the escape manoeuver, both times June reacted speedily, regaining the upper hand with ease. I was just building up the strength for one last try when June

released her grip.

 

“Urrrrrgggghhhh” June jumped to her feet and moved away from me “You’ve shit yourself, have nt you?” she said with a sneer. “You stink!”

 

What could I say, she was right, not only had I again wet a nappy like a little baby but I has also lost control

of my bowels and pooped into the protection as well. I could nt even lie as the smell of faeces was heavy in the air and was probably what had made June realise and release her hold in the first place. I looked deep into the mocking eyes of my flat mate as I got to my feet, my trousers were still loose after I had try to open them earlier and they fell around my ankles, revealing my crinkly disposable to June.

 

“Ha, ha, ha”, June laughed heartily, “Look at the bubba in his dirty nappy!”

 

I did nt even bother to reach down and pull my trousers up to cover myself, I just bowed my head, closing my eyes I tried to think of a credible excuse or reason (fat chance) of why a grown man had just soiled a nappy like little baby boys do, when my thoughts were interrupted by another voice in the room.

 

“What on earth was all that noise and smashing of glasses I could hear from upstairs?” Lotty had finished her bath and had come downstairs to see what all the commotion was.

 

Her question died on her lips as she muttered “What the fuuu………ha hah ha” I lifted my head to see Lotty standing by the door pointing her finger at me “Who’s the baby?” she said through her now tears of laugher

 

“That’s baby Dan, and he’s just used his nappy to piss and shit” 

June said as she joined in laughing

I glanced at Lotty, then June and then returned my eyes to the floor, the sounds of laughter ringing in my ears and I could feel myself getting emotional listening to their mocking taunts. June repeated over and over again “say you’re a baby”, “say you’re a baby”. Not wanting to be physically assaulted again due to my fear of being over powered like last time and drained through the shame of being caught using a nappy I felt the first tear fall from my right eye as I gave in and whispered “I’m a baby”

I looked up at the two housemates hoping that my admission would bring an end to my humiliation and that by uttering the ‘magic’ words I would be allowed to sort myself out. No such luck, the minute my eyes found Lotty’s I spotted the i-phone in her hand, I saw the flash go off twice before I could react.

 

“You wait until I send this to my FB page” Lotty grinned “Everyone is going to see you for the baby you are”

 

As if a bolt of lightning had struck me, the mention of Facebook galvanised me and I began to move towards my tormenter, wanting to snatch the phone and delete any photographic evidence that I had been wearing and using a nappy. But my trousers were still round my ankles and the slow speed that I could only manage to shuffle was never going to bring the desired result. In a last major effort to catch Lotty, who was now retreating to the hallway, laughing as she went, I tried to shake clear one foot from the clothing that was restricted my progress. That was a mistake, my left foot could not move any more and with a thud I fell on my butt. As I landed I could feel the squishy poop in my nappy splat around my balls, covering my testes with a warm thick gloop.

 The sight of me falling to the floor like a little toddler only encouraged more laughter from the girls and to the sound of their mocking tones I felt any chance I had to hold back further tears disappear.

 

“What’s happening here?” Karen had entered the room and must have seen my fall to the ground. Through her laughter June explained to Karen that I had tried to use the sink as a toilet but ended up shitting my nappy. On hearing

the news Karen did nt laugh, or even smile, she just gave me a loving look and opened her arms wide for me to go cuddle her. With my trousers still wrapped around my ankles I found getting to my feet no easier, so I crawled the short distance to my salvation and as I got there I raised myself on my knees and I was soon in the arms warm embrace of my ‘mummy’, my head rested on her soft bosom as I broke down fully, now allowing heart breaking sobs to come forth from the pit of my soul

 

“There, there Danny boy, don’t worry, Mummy is here now” Karen said as she softly stroked my hair. She then turned to my two tormenters, “Shame on you ladies, you both know I like my little boy to use his nappy”. As I sobbed deep into her breast as she turned her attention back to me “Come on little one, let’s get you cleaned up”

 

“My bath water is still in if you want to clean the baby’s shitty bum” Lotty smirked “First left at the top of the stairs”

 

“Thank you” Karen said in acknowledgment and took my hand and led me up the stairs. With every step I took up the stair case I could feel the heavy nappy smearing the poop into my bum and under carriage. I held Karen’s hand tightly as she opened the door and took me inside.

 

“Right, let’s get the dirty nappy off you” Karen said as she stood in front of me. She reached and undid the top tapes, holding the underneath of the disposable she released the bottom tapes using a very small clean spot to wipe as much of the poop as she could. Balling it up she placed it on the floor, she then reached for the baby

wipes on the side (that the girls used for make-up removal) and cleaned most of the remaining mess.

 

“Step into the bath, sweetie whilst I’ll go and ask the girls for a towel for you”

 

I got into the tub as Karen left the room. Laying there in the warm water I felt the angst of the last hour of my life just melt away. I was grateful to Karen, the feelings of having a beautiful protector made my heart swell.

The comfortable position I was in, both mentally and physically must have relaxed me so much that I dropped off to sleep, the next thing I remember was Karen softly stroking my head

 

“Hey baby, let’s get you out of the bath now, you’ve been in here ages” she whispered

 

I gave her a sleepy smile as I scanned the room with my eyes. I could see that Karen had got some clothes for me, my attention was then diverted as Karen held open the fluffy white towel she was holding.

 

Beckoning me to get up out of the bath “Come on, let me dry you”

 

I got out and Karen preceded to rub me down with the warm towel, all the while whispering soothing things in my ear about how I was a “Beautiful clean boy” and how “I smelled like a lovely little baby” She paid special attention to my genitals and back passage making sure that they were very well cleaned as she did nt want me to “be sore”.

 

Once dry I reached for the clothes on the side that Karen had got whilst I was asleep, only to have my hand slapped

 

“Baby, I’ll be doing the dressing, I’ll take care of you” Karen said, “Now I’ve already packed a bag for you which I’ve put in the car. You have one work suit for tomorrow and the rest are casual clothes for your weeks stay”

 

I smiled, it really was actually nice to have a beautiful woman want to take care of me.

 

“So, because of the stress you had earlier and how you were caught short, I’d like to put you in a nappy for the journey. Whilst I know it’s only a short way to my house I’d rather be safe than sorry”

 

48 hoursw ago I would have laughed at such a suggestion but I now thought it made sense. I mean I would nt use it and of course I could take it off as soon as I got to Karen’s house. The only worry I had was again that any padding I was wearing might be visible or even audible to people who saw me out of the house.

 

As though she’d read my thoughts Karen continued “And don’t worry baby, I’ve got you a pair of your baggy tracksuit bottoms here that will hide any extra bulk around your back side”. “Now just sit there whilst I powder your lower region and dress you in your nappy”

 

Trying to keep my sexual excitement to a minimum, that a beautiful lady was intimately touching me, I closed my eyes and concentrated on thinking of other things. Soon I was bought back to reality when Karen ushered me to my feet to make sure the nappy was taped up tight. Again the nappy did nt feel too bulky, certainly not like the one that Karen had put me in the previous evening, but as I stepped into my baggy sweats I realised that it was just as noisy as the one I had worn and used, before my bath. It crackled as my bottoms were pulled up and over it and

once fully dressed I swear I could clearly hear it as Karen led me by my hand down the stairs and into the car.

 

“Now I’ve got most of the supplies we need for the week, so are you ready for an adventure?” Karen said as she opened the passenger door for me.

I nodded silently and sat down feeling the extra padding I was wearing.

I turned to the front door of the house and saw June and Lotty standing there laughing. They called over to Karen just as she was about to step into the car

 

“Take care of the likkle baby poopy pants for us” June shouted

 

I buried my head in my hands hoping no one was in the street and had heard the words.

Karen replied that they need nt worry and that I’d be looked after as though I was “the most precious thing in the whole wide world”

I was very grateful when I heard the car engine turn over and felt us pull away from the parking spot. By the time I opened my eyes we were almost half way on the short journey to Karen’s house.

 

“I just need to make a stop at the small local supermarket Dan, there was a couple of things I could nt get

earlier”

 

“Okay” I replied and smiled at Karen.

 

A minute later we were pulling up at the local Tesco’s Extra store. It was obviously a busy Sunday evening as

there were cars everywhere and annoyingly for us no spaces to park the car.

 

“Baby, I’m not going to be able to park the car here” Karen said looking at me. “Would you mind taking this list and getting the stuff on it whilst I drive round the block. I’ll return to pick you up”

 

A look of panic must have come across my face as I realised that I’d have to go into the shop wearing a disposable nappy under my track suit, “But………”

 

Karen interrupted me “Don’t worry you’ll be alright, now take this list and this money and you can be as quick as you like” She gestured with her eyes for me to go “Go on baby, it will be okay”

 

I left the car and turned to watch Karen’s car pull away. With a deep sigh I started to walk towards the shop entrance, trying hard not to make the nappy I was wearing crinkle any further than I felt it already was. As I got through the doors I had a look around to see if I recognised anyone. At first glance, although the shop was packed with people, I could nt see anyone I knew. Perhaps I had been lucky, the shop was noisy enough with all the hustle and bustle that no one would hear my plastic backed underwear, so I looked at the list that Karen had

given me.

There were three items on the list, from the top it read

 

2 babies bottles – biggest size possible

 

A pack of baby wipes

 

A dummy/pacifier – choose what design you think is best

 

My heart missed a beat, knowing that Karen did nt have a young child, there were two alternatives, either she was buying them for a friend or they were for me. Deep down I knew which of the options it was, and I was now going to have to buy three baby items whilst wearing a disposable baby's nappy.

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Just to be clear,  I’ve written more chapters for this tale  The only reason the story has been posted again is that I could nt find it here.

Apologies if members are bored with reading the same old words but there will be additions.

Also please  be warned, as with most relationships, it will have sexual elements , I hope that does nt put readers off.

Thanks for all your kind comments.

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6 hours ago, Forced2wet said:

Just to be clear,  I’ve written more chapters for this tale  The only reason the story has been posted again is that I could nt find it here.

Apologies if members are bored with reading the same old words but there will be additions.

Also please  be warned, as with most relationships, it will have sexual elements , I hope that does nt put readers off.

Thanks for all your kind comments.

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I love this story even if I read it before. As I said before I wish I was him. ?

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Chapter 8

 

It was a small Metro store so it did nt take me long to find the items on the list. The bottles were clear with a red lid on one and a blue on the other. After I picked up the wipes I had to hunt for the pacifier. The selection in the shop was non existent, despite hunting from the highest shelfs to the lowest, a pink unicorn themed dummy was all I could locate, it was that or nothing at all.

I decided that, to stay in Karen’s good books, that something was better than nothing so I took what was available, placed it with the other items in my basket and set off to pay at the counter.

There was a short queue which I joined at the end and waited to be served.

As I moved up the line of people waiting to pay other shoppers joined in to my rear.

I could hear a young girl giggling behind me and her Mother telling her to hush.

I then felt a tap on the shoulder, I turned round to be met by a pretty red head in her mid thirties.

 

“I’m really sorry but I think you should know that your, erm, underwear is on show”

 

I felt my rear, where I had been bending and stretching to reach the items on the list, the baggy sweat bottoms that Karen had dressed me in that morning had worked their way down and the top of my nappy had caught my sweatshirt, so the waistband of the disposable was clearly on show to everyone behind me.

I blushed as I quickly rearranged my clothing, looking up again the young mother apologised for her daughter who had apparently been asking her quite loudly “why the man was wearing a nappy when she was only 3 1/2 and was a clean girl”

Whilst I had nt heard this initially it was quite clear that the rest of the queue had and most now were trying to stifle laughs.

 

The red head apologised again

 

“I’m so sorry, Emma my daughter has just got clean and is very proud that she does nt need nappies anymore”

 

I tried to stammer that she need not worry but was interrupted by the till girl calling me forward to be served

 

As I walked to the cash desk the mother and daughter were called to the next desk immediately after.

 

I placed my basket on the counter and the shop girl took each item put to scan.

 

The little girl was obviously intrigued by the ‘nappy man’ and watched ever item being taken out of my basket.

 

Emma tugged at her Mothers coat

Saying loud enough for all to hear 

“Mum that man in the nappy has got a dummy too” “Is he a baby?”

 

The cashier on hearing this gave me a strange look and the Mother pulled her kid closer. I overheard the red head tell her child.

 

“Honey, he’s not a baby, please be quiet”

 

She mouthed to me 

 

“So sorry”

 

The embarrassment I felt was only increased when I subconsciously released a stream of urine into the disposable I was wearing.

I turned to the shop worker as she handed me the carrier bag.

 

I paid what I owed and quickly left the shop, hoping that the wet nappy I was wearing did nt show beneath my trackies.

 

Urgently seeking the safety of Karen’s car before the child followed me out of the shop and commented again, my eyes darted right to left trying to locate the vehicle.

Karen was no where to be seen.

 

Just as the mother and child joined me on the street Karen pulled up, tooting the car horn as she came to a stop.

As I opened the door the mother walked towards me.

 

“Excuse me” the mother said. “Emma has something to say to you”

 

With the car door ajar I turned to the toddler

 

“Me’s sorry for telling everyone about your nappy”

 

I reassured the child that it was fine and I sat down in the car feeling the now wet disposable squish. I closed the door quickly.

 

Karen gave me a look, waved at the couple standing next to the window and pulled away.

 

On the short journey home Karen asked me what had happened in the shop.

I told her in detail about the happenings, only leaving out the details of how I had wet another nappy, and she sweetly told me.

 

“But you are a baby, you’re my baby”

 

Once back at Karen’s house she opened the Tesco’s bag to see what I had managed to purchase off her list.

 

“Nice bottles” she started but when she got to the pacifier a big grin spread across her face.

 

“This is a girls dummy”

 

I nodded without explaining that the pink pacifier was all the the shop had in stock.

 

“It looks like my baby is trying to tell me something. I’ll have to invest in some pink nappies and plastic pants to make sure you’re happy”

 

Not for the first time that day I blushed a crimson red

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Chapter 9

 

“So” Karen asked “Do I detect a wet nappy?”

 

I could nt look Karen in the eyes, I just bowed my head and looked at my feet 

 

“I can see it sagging slightly and also I heard the thump of a full disposable when you sat down in the car earlier”

 

I managed a half smile as Karen lifted my chin gently

 

“Ah, baby, don’t be bashful, Mummy loves her little one to use his nappy”

 

She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs.

 

“Our nappy changes are going to bring us so much closer than other other couples. We’ll both enjoy every minute”

 

I followed Karen into a bedroom I had nt previously been in and had a good look around.

There was a number of wardrobes, boxes of toys and in the centre of the room attracting my attention was large padded white cabinet with drawers underneath.

Karen gestured for me to walk to to cabinet and then lay myself on the vinyl padded top.

 

“This is George’s old changing table, you fit on it perfectly”

“Now relax and settle back baby whilst I go get the supplies I need”

 

In the 10 minutes Karen was gone I gave the room another once over from my prone position. The boxes looked like they contained lots of toys for boys, action men, hot wheels cars and Lego sets.

It seemed like every little lads best dream in one room.

My thoughts were interrupted by Karen returning to the room.

I saw that on her return that not only was she holding a number of carrier bags but that she had also changed clothing.....or at least taken some off. She stood in front of me wearing just the set of black silk and lace skimpy panties and bra that I’d seen her in earlier.

 

“Sorry I’ve left you so long baby but I had to get the supplies from the car and then take my top and jeans off as I was a little toastie”

 

Karen came around to my left hand side and undressed me, eventually leaving me in just the wet disposable nappy.

As she reached to undo the tapes she gave me a wonderful warm smile.

 

“I’ve got a wash bowl here with lovely warm soapy water, let’s get you squeaky clean”

 

With a few ‘rips’ I was asked to lift my bum and Karen slipped the wet nappy off me.

The cold air hit my genitals but did nothing to stop the rising excitement that was happening in my nether regions.

 

Karen soaked a small flannel in the water and asked me to lift my legs high so she could wash my bum.

She used the cloth to get right between my cheeks only increasing my feelings. By the time Karen had finished with my backside and asked me to lower my legs any hope of my erection going down was lost.

Karen saw my hard on and smiled.

 

“Don’t worry sweetie, I imagine all big babies have the same reaction when they are being touched.

It’s actually very flattering”

“Just lay back and enjoy my touch”

 

I wanted to close my eyes, divert my gaze from Karen in the hope that I would ‘calm down’ but I could nt switch my sight from the beauty in front of me.

 

She slowly wiped under my ball sack, the gentle touch of the soft flannel sending shivers through my spine.

With one hand concentrating on my scrotum Karen’s other hand held the head of my penis and she began to slowly stroke it up and down.

 

“We’re never going to get a clean nappy on you with your peepee all excited.”

 

My moans were met with a grin from Karen. Slowly she continued to rub my penis.

 

I reached out and put my hand on Karen’s bum, stroking her silky panties in the same rhythm that she was stroking me.

Whilst her hand gripped my shaft firmer and her speed increased, the touch of fingers on my gonads lightened, gently brushing my scrotum almost teasing the cum out of my nuts.

On and on Karen went, both hands exaggerating my pleasure until I could almost hold back no longer. I watched her heaving chest move in time with the stroke of her hands, her tits looked so inviting, incased in just the lacy black bra, the bedroom light helping move them from shadow to light rapidly.

Karen caught me ogling her bosom and rather than be annoyed or upset she blew me a kiss then sexily licked her lips.

That was enough for me, with a loud gasp I suddenly exploded all over my chest, spurts of my own juice splattering my body. Karen never missed a beat, showing no surprise with the milking she had achieved she continued to stroke me until I was completely spent.

As my orgasm subsided my dick began to soften. Karen caressed my testicles.

 

“That’s better, I can feel your balls are now empty. Let’s get you in a nappy”

 

I could have argued but this stunning woman had just given one of the best hand jobs I’d ever had.....I could nt even think straight.

 

Karen cleaned up all the jism from my body with the cloth and dried me off with a soft towel.

 

“Now Im going to put you in a thick absorbent nappy, this should be okay until bedtime, but I will be checking you regularly so if it needs changing then I will take care of you”

 

She placed the disposable under me, reaching for a white bottle she then shook the sweet smelling powder contained into the padded crouch of the plastic backed nappy. Tucking my now limp penis down she pulled the disposable into my body. Once the nappy was taped in place, I was asked to lift my legs again.

Karen threaded my legs through the holes of a frosty coloured pair of plastic pants. As Karen rocked me back and forth, working the tight pvc baby pants up my thighs she explained in soothing tones.

 

“These are the best quality plastic pants. They will give you extra protection so my baby don’t have to worry about leaks”

 

Adding a bit more powder to just underneath the leg cuffs of the nappy Karen asked me to lift my butt off the changing table and tugged the rustling protective wear over my padded rear.

As her task was completed she asked me to step down from the table.

Once down Karen fussed around my fresh nappy making sure that nothing was poking out from underneath the plastic pants.

 

“There’s my good soldier, all set for the rest of the day”

 

And she gave my thickly padded backside a soft slap.

 

I wobbled behind Karen as she led me downstairs to the sitting room, due not only to the intense orgasm I had just had but also because the nappy Karen had just put me in felt much thicker than any of the previous ones she had put me in.

She sat me down on the sofa and announced that she was going to fetch us some food and drink.

Before she left the room she turned the TV on and selected the Cartoon Network.

Karen beavered away in the kitchen whilst I watched the childish shorts on the television.

On her return she bought with her a tray, as she bent down to place the food on the table in front of me I got a great view of how the satin panties she was wearing shimmered in the light and emphasised her perfect bum, although it had only been a short time since I’d shot my load my penis started to stir again.

 

Once everything has been unloaded from the tray Karen joined me on the sofa.

 

“Now, I’ve made you some toasty soldiers, I think it would be best if I help feed you”

 

One by one Karen fed me the toasted bread only pausing to ask if I was thirsty. When I said I was Karen places one of the bottles I had bought earlier, now filled with orange juice.

I kept reminding myself that being taken care of by a beautiful woman is I imagine most men’s dreams. It was only that there I was dressed in just a thick disposable nappy under a pair of plastic ‘baby’ pants that made me conscious.

 

Karen ate after I had finished all my soldiers, she left me on the sofa whilst she cleared away the lunch things and when she returned from the kitchen she had both bottles I had bought earlier full with juice.

 

Karen joined me on the sofa and gestured for me to lay my head in her lap.

As I stretched out Karen began to stroke my head.

 

“My baby has had such a stressful day, why don’t you just close your eyes and have a nap”

 

One of the bottle teats was presented to my lips and I opened my mouth the accept it.

Sucking on the rubber nipple I felt my eye lids getting heavy and despite it only being early afternoon

I drifted off to sleep

 

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Chapter 10

 

 As I stirred from the best sleep I’d had in years it took me a while to register where I was.

Karen smiled at me as my eyes met hers.

 

“Did you have a nice sleep, baby?” she asked.

 

I nodded.

 

Karen continued

 

“Are you thirsty?”

 

Before I could respond Karen presented the second bottle to my lips and I started to suckle.

 

It only took a few mouthfuls for me to realize why I had woken from such a deep slumber......I needed to urgently pee.

Aware of what I had been dressed in and also Karen’s ‘policy’ I tried desperately to hold myself.

The problem was was that whilst I was still taking in liquid it had nowhere to go, my bladder was already at breaking point.

In an effort to hold back the urge to urinate I began rocking my hips.

Karen must have realised what was going on and placed the hand she was not bottle feeding me with just above the top of my plastic pants.

 

“If my baby boy needs a wee wee just relax and fill your nappy for me”

 

Karen began to press gently on my bladder making holding back impossible.

With the bottle in my mouth I was not able to protest in words, just a long whimper exited my lips.

 

“Let me see my boy’s big diapee get even thicker. Let yourself go, be a good nappy boy”

 

There was no holding me back now, with encouragement both physical and verbal from Karen I let myself go.

It started with a small flow, in my prone position I could feel the liquid running down my ball sack into the thick padding below. But once the seal had been broken a torrent followed, exiting my penis at an even faster rate.

Karen must have felt my body relax and realize that her teasing had had the desired effect.

She lowered her hand from the top of my padding to underneath the crouch, feeling the heat from beneath the plastic pants as I used a nappy again.

 

“What a good boy,  Mummy can feel your pee in your nappy. Just relax and empty yourself”

 

After what seemed like minutes the flow of waste started to slow. I let myself go limp, the last few drops joining the river that had been absorbed by the thick disposable.

It did not seem possible that a garment could take that amount of fluid without giving up and leaking.

I could feel the nappy grow between my upper thighs forcing them apart due to the bulk.

 

Karen gave me the most loving look.

With a sweet smile she asked me if I felt better.

I nodded and sighed

Karen felt the disposable 

 

“I won’t change you yet, your nappy will be able to take another wetting”

 

After all the drink I had consumed over the last few hours I knew that it would nt be long before I had to use it again.

 

The evening continued with me on Karen’s lap, we watched a couple of classic Disney films. Karen seemed quite content in just sitting there stroking my head softly.

When I needed to urinate again I did nt even bother asking Karen for bathroom privileges I just let go and emptied my bladder into the thick nappy I was wearing.

 

I must have drifted off again because I woke up aware that there was movement in my nappy.

Karen had put her index finger into the leg and was, I assumed, checking to see how wet I was.

 

“I was so right about getting plastic panties for over your nappy, you really are a heavy wetter”

 

I almost apologized but Karen just smiled.

 

“You’ve got your last day at work tomorrow, let’s get you in the shower and ready for bed”

 

As requested I got up from the settee and followed her upstairs and into the main bedroom.

 

“I’ve got an en-suite shower room, lets get you all nice and clean in there”

 

Karen led me into the room and whilst I stood near the shower cubical Karen stood in front of me and undressed me.

The plastic pants were quite tight around the swollen nappy and on my legs, so it took quite a lot of effort for Karen to work them down to my feet.

The disposable nappy on the other hand was hanging so heavy from the two wettings I had given it that once the last of the four tapes and been detached the disposable fell to the ground with a mighty thump.

 

“Karen”, I asked “would you mind if I did nt put another nappy on after the shower?”

I don’t think it was disappointment but a strange look came across her beautiful face.

 

“That’s fine, if my baby thinks he does nt need nighttime protection then I won’t force him.....this time”

 

Karen asked me to shower myself whilst she made a nighttime drink for me and by the time I had finished she had returned to the shower room.

I was a bit disappointed as I’d hoped she would join me in the shower but I enjoyed the thorough drying she gave me with the fluffy white towel she’d picked up from the side.

 

“I’ve left your bedtime drink on the side of the bed. Get yourself comfortable under the covers, finish your juice and I’ll join you shortly”

 

This I thought  was it, I had eventually found my way into Karen’s bed. I was naked and all I had to do was finish the drink that Karen had made me and wait for her to join me.

 

I saw that it was a baby bottle that Karen had left me, the red one I had bought earlier.I was on such a high that it did not bother me this time, I did nt even notice the funny taste of the juice, all I could think about was the opportunity I was going to have with Karen shortly.

 

As I sucked on the rubber teat I listened to the rhythmic flow of the shower water.......I don’t remember anything more until I was woken by a bedside alarm in the morning. 

As my head cleared I worked out that I had dropped off whilst waiting for Karen to finish showering and come to bed.

I cursed quietly but then realised that the opportunity of making love to Karen was still open to me, I turned the alarm off on my phone and in doing so felt a wetness on my lower regions that was really uncomfortable. The damp sheets stuck to me as I moved and my first thoughts were that when I had fallen asleep I had dropped the bottle that I was sucking on in bed.

 

Karen stirred next to me in bed, she had obviously felt me move and was waking up too.

As her beautiful but still weary eyes focused on me I began to explain what had happened in the bed over night.

 

“I’m so sorry Karen, it seems that after falling asleep last night I dropped the bottle of juice you had made me all over your bed”

 

Karen smiled.

 

“Baby, by the time I got out of the shower you had already finished your bottle. I took it off you whilst you were sleeping and put it in the dressing table near the window”

 

I looked towards the window and there indeed, as Karen had said, was the empty red baby bottle.

 

I must have had a confused look on my face when Karen touched under my chin. Staring straight into my eyes she asked

 

“So if it was nt the bottle that got the bed so wet, what do you think it was?”

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Chapter 11

 

Of course I knew the answer, but I was nt sure that I was ready to say aloud what had happened.

 

Karen waited for me to answer, one of her well groomed eyebrows arched in a quizzical manner.

 

After a short period of silence, Karen reworded the question.

 

“Did my baby wet the bed last night?”

 

Still keeping quiet I gently nodded my head.

 

Karen continued 

“So next time when Mummy says you should wear a nappy I hope they’ll be no arguments and you’ll do as you’re told”

 

I could nt do anything but agree.

“Yes Karen, I will do as I’m told”

 

“It’s Mummy when it involves nappies!” Karen corrected me.

 

“Yes Mummy, you are in charge”

 

The last sentence that left my lips bought a warm glowing smile to Karen’s face.

 

“Good boy, lets get you in the shower and I’ll change the wet bed sheets”

 

I was led naked into the en-suite bathroom and Karen ran the shower.

 

“Be a good boy and clean yourself and I’ll be back shortly”

 

Around 10 minutes later Karen returned with two thick towels.

 

“Right, out you get. Mummy needs to wash your wee wees of her body too”

 

I left the shower cubical and stepped into the towel Karen had opened for me..

With the towel around me I sat on the edge of the bathtub and watched Karen strip out of her night clothes.

My tongue must have almost been touching the floor as I eyed the now naked Karen up and down.

I noticed that she had a neatly trimmed pubic area but my main focus was her spectacular bosom.

 

Karen saw me eyeing her up and gave me a sexy smile as she entered the shower cubical.

 

For the next 5 minutes I was transfixed on the beauty in front of me, thoroughly soaping herself, watching the water cascading down every inch of her curvy body and by the time Karen had exited the shower I was as stiff as a board downstairs.

 

Karen grabbed the other towel and began to dry herself off, awoken from my daze I did the same.

As I rubbed myself down Karen peered over and saw my erection.

 

“Looks like someone has had a good time watching me shower?”

 

“Sorry, I could nt help it” I replied “Ill try calm it down”

 

Karen just smiled, she then dropped her towel again revealing her ample curves.

 

“Don’t apologise, I like to be appreciated”

 

She then walked the few steps towards me and with her right hand took hold of my stiff shaft.

I tried to say something but Karen put her left index finger on my lips

 

“Ssssh, how can I let you go to work with this thing loaded?”

 

Karen then slowly dropped to her knees and licked her lips before taking my the tip of my raging hard on into her mouth.

 

As her tongue circled the head of my penis her right hand began rhythmically stroking my shaft.

 

I was in ecstasy, my head fell back, with my eyes half closed I gave in to the pleasure of Karen’s mouth.

 

I was close to cumming very quickly, it had been a very long time since I had been orally pleasured.

Whilst Karen continued with the job in hand (or mouth as it were)  I felt her left fingers start to gently stroke my testicles. 

That was it, I felt the surge of my oncoming orgasm responding to the stimulation.

 

I tried to pull away, conscious of the fact that there are very few women who like the taste of sperm.

 

“Karen, I’m going to cum”

 

Karen just held me tighter in her hand and closed her lips around my helmet.

 

I could nt hold back any longer and with a cry I let fly with five or six strong spurts.

Karen continued her ministrations, swallowing every last drop of the juice I provided.

My knees went weak with the sheer power of my orgasm and I had to lean back against the wall to stop myself falling to the floor.

 

Karen’s actions continued until I had been drained of everything I had.

 

Karen let my now softening penis leave her mouth and with a satisfying smile took a firmer grip of my balls.

 

“Nice and empty again” she commented 

 

I looked down at the beautiful woman who had just given me again one of the best orgasms that I had ever had and could only utter

 

“Thank you so much”

 

Karen giggled,

 

“You’re very welcome, you behave yourself and they’ll be plenty more treats like that in store”

“Now brush your teeth and I’ll get you ready for your day ahead at work”

 

Karen left the bathroom and once I’d finished cleaning my teeth I followed her out into the bedroom.

 

In the bedroom hanging up on wardrobe door was my two piece suit that Karen had chosen for me yesterday, by the side, on another hanger, was a white shirt and a tie that matched the suit, but it was nt those item of clothing that was the main focus of my gaze. On the bed was a disposable nappy and a pair of clear baby pants.

 

Karen had folded a blue towel on the striped bed and tapped the top of it beckoning me lay down.

 

“Sweet, I can’t.......”

 

Karen interrupted me

 

“Now Dan, I thought we had agreed earlier that they’d be no arguments?

That if I decide you’ll be wearing a nappy then that’s what you’ll be wearing as I’m in charge”

 

I thought about arguing back, explaining my worries about wearing a bulky nappy under my suit for work, but Karen continued.

 

“Do you want some more fun like we had this morning?”

 

Whilst my head was bowed I nodded it.

 

“Good boy” Karen said “Now this is a test, I like to be able to trust my partner in every aspect of our life together. If you can wear a nappy all day at work, using it if need be then I know we can start to build something between us”

 

Karen again tapped the towel on the bed indicating that I should join her.

 

I walked to her and she reached for the bathroom towel around my waist. Once that had dropped to the floor she asked me to lay on the open disposable that was on the towel.

 

Naked, I positioned myself on the nappy and I watched Katen reach for the baby powder.

 

Karen rubbed a generous helping of the sweet smelling powder all over my lower regions but this time due to my recent orgasm did not get a rise of of me.

 

“Good baby boy” Karen encouraged me as she pulled the front of the thick nappy up between my legs and taped it in place.

 

Once fitted I was asked to stand up in front of Karen.

 

“Now Dan, as I said, this is a test, I need to know I can trust you”

As she spoke she used the felt pen she now had in her hand to draw lines along the fixing tapes of the disposable nappy

“These lines will show me if you remove or interfere with your nappy whilst you are out of my sight”

“If you need to go during your office hours I expect you to use this nappy”

“It’s absorbent enough to handle a number of wettings so there’ll be no need to panic. You also be wearing these plastic panties so there’s no need to worry about leaks either”

 

Karen was now holding the clear plastic pants up for me to see.

 

“Right, now step into these, and I’ll finish dressing you”

 

One after the other I put my feet through the leg holes of the baby pants and once both were in Karen worked the pvc underwear up my legs and over the top of my nappy.

Happy that the disposable was contained inside the plastic panties Karen gave my padded butt a playful swipe.

 

“There’s my good boy, now you get the rest of your clothes on whilst I brush my teeth”

 

As Karen exited the bedroom I walked to collect my work outfit.

Once the shirt was in place and pulled down as far as possible to cover my underwear I pulled on my trousers, button and belt done I sat down to put my socks and shoes on. Sitting down in the thick nappy did nt seem as weird as it had the day previous but it was still going to take a while to get used to it.

Once my footwear was on I walked to collect my suit jacket and put it over my shirt.

Fully dressed I stood in front of the full length mirror to see whether it was noticeable under my clothing.

I thought I could see a distinct bulge around my backside forcing the tail of my suit jacket to lay at an exaggerated angle.

A thought crossed my mind, if I could see the bulky nappy that clearly, what would all my colleagues say if they spot it too?

 

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