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The Wet Diaper Day Part 1 (by B-Domania)

 

My wife had known since we started dating that I have a fetish for wearing diapers.  Although these occasions were normally rare, she wanted no part of it and for years I had grown out of it.

Then, I had a major hernia and after surgery the nerves were affected in my lower abdomen and I often had situations where I would wet myself if I waited too to use the restroom.  The normal feeling of a full bladder was gone and it would come on sudden and often too late so, in certain situations I would wear “protection”.  Again, my wife wanted no part of it so we took on separate bedrooms and I took care of myself.  This was most often after a night of drinking or traveling long distance by myself, because at the time I was a field service repairman.

As my condition improved, I once again couldn’t get over the feeling of a nice comfortable thick diaper wrapped around my groin covered by plastic panties that I could hear rustle as I walked.  I made a fake wall in my closet and kept a secret stash of diapers, plastic panties and tight fitting onesies to keep everything held nice and tight to my body.

The occasions were rare but I made the best of the opportunities I got.  My wife knew, but said she was never going to be a part of it, so I didn’t push the issue or wear in her presence.

Soon after I retired, something seemed to change. 

I went out to mow lawn and I knew she had multiple errands to run all day so, after she left, I went into the house and changed into a Mega Max Lite 6 hour diaper so I wouldn’t have to keep stopping for bathroom breaks while mowing 4 acres of lawn with weather approaching.

Let me mention that we have outdoor security cameras but those wouldn’t give away what I was wear underneath my outer clothing which was loose fitting.

Anyway, as I completed the lawn and had used the diaper three times without even drinking a full bottle of water while mowing, I decided I would go back into the house and lounge around for a while.  The diaper was wet, but wasn’t uncomfortable or saturate.

That’s when my phone rang and I saw that it was my wife.  It always concerned me when she called during running errands because there had been a few fender benders and other odd situations in the past like locking keys in the car.

However, when I answered the phone, “Hi Woman”, her response was, “don’t you dare take that diaper off before I get home.”

Of course I tried to play like I didn’t know what she was talking about but that wasn’t working today.

“If you take that diaper and those plastic panties off, I will file for divorce and see you in court.  I have photo and video evidence that will leave you homeless”, she snapped.

“Okay, Okay, settle down, what’s going on woman”?

“I’m just sick and tired of being pushed around and played for a fool like I don’t know what’s going on.  That’s going to end today.”  She said in almost a hurt tone.

I had no clue how she had known I put the diaper on but I figured I would play along and as always, she would later apologize for getting angry and things would move on. 

“I’m sorry woman but I wasn’t trying to play you for a fool.  I only wanted to get the lawn done before the storms came in and didn’t want to have to stop several times.  You know how bouncing around on the lawn tractor affects me.”

I was still dumbfounded how she had known I put the diaper on.  Maybe it was just instinct because of the years we had been together and knew my tendencies.

“You better not mess in your diaper or you will be sorry”, was her response.

I didn’t even respond to that but I sat in the house and waited for her to get home and wet two more times in the process.  I was now thoroughly drenched but actually still very comfortable.  I was have always been very impressed with the Mega Max line of diapers.

 

She called about 30 minutes later when she was on her way home, “Go in your bedroom and take off all of your clothes except for the diaper and your plastic panties and lay on the bed and wait for me.  I will know if you’ve done as you’re told”.

I was supposed to be the man of the house but here I was going to my room and getting ready to have my diaper changed like and infant.  Secret fetishes are great until the moment you’re found out.

As I laid there waiting, I kept looking around the room searching for the hidden camera that was obviously present but didn’t notice anything from my current position, on my back in a very wet diaper and a pair of childish Peva plastic panties.

We live in a one story ranch home, so I heard when she came in the door and I could hear her moving about the house.  Likely putting her purchases away. 

The anxiety grew the longer the wait.  The longer I laid there in this condition, the more the wet diaper become cold and clammy.  For some reason the feeling didn’t bother me, it was just that I was noticing the change.  I had no idea why I felt some kind of comfort in a wet clammy diaper at that moment.  Maybe it was because I rather deal with that than be confronted by my wife in this manner.  My heart and mind were racing.

The bedroom door opened and we made eye contact.  I could feel myself go flush when she smiled at me letting out a little chuckle.

“Those are very cute plastic panties darling” as she approached me, bent over and gave me three pecks on the lips and said, “I Love You!”

I replied, “I Love You Too, I’m very sorry.  I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset at all sweetie, I just wanted to verify why you were being so secretive at times and finally decided that if that’s what makes you happy, I’m going to help you out”, as she placed a hand at my crotch to verify my wetness.

With a smile, “I love the way those crinkle and they’re so very cute.  Do you have any more like these?”

I shook my head no but in a tone of embarrassment admitted that I did have more plastic panties but just no more crinkly ones or ones with designs.

“Well, we’ll have to get you more and see if we can find different designs because I absolutely love these.  These will let me know you’re being a good boy, but before we start your change, I have this”, she said.

She pulled out a black sleep mask.  “I want you to put this on and to leave it on until I say otherwise.  Just follow all of my instructions as I help you, is that understood sweetie?”

“Okay, I will” replying defeated as I put on the mask.

I felt cornered and had to do as I was told since she had all the evidence she needed to completely ruin my life if she wished.  I wasn’t about to create an issue that would set her off.  I would just let her have this for now and it would eventually all go away.  At least that was my current thinking.

She came back into my darkness and I could feel her placing items on the bed.  I wasn’t sure if I heard a slight crinkle or not but I know she didn’t go into my stash place in the room yet or ask where it was. (I took out part of the old wall in the large closet and created a secret cabinet and reinstalled the old wall as the door.  It looked exactly the same but shortened the closet that she hadn’t seen in years.)

I could hear her positioning something on the floor.  It had to be something she brought in because there was nothing on the floor at the foot of the bed previously.

Finally she spoke grabbing my legs, “scoot down here so I can reach you better.  Just so your knees bend over the end of the bed.”

She helped me place my feet on stools so they weren’t just hanging off the end of the bed.  That was what she was moving around.  It did make it more comfortable.

“Lift up and let’s get those plastic panties off you for now” she instructed.

The words “for now” told me that my day in diapers were going to continue and I wondered if I would regret my choice to put a diaper on to mow lawn earlier.

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