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22-01-2008
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My weekend away...
I had posted this in the old forums and figured it deserved a small home here. Sorry about it being so long. I just ran with it one day. I swear the story is worth it in the end.
Warning: This is a little bit of mature language at times. ========= Diapers have always been something that have given me several different levels of comfort. First, there's the sexual side of it. I've never quite figured out where I developed it from, but I've always found a cute girl in a diaper a very sexy thing. I've been a fan of a nice ass for a while now, but put that ass in a diaper and I just can't control myself. Diapers have also been a form of comfort for me over the years. They work as a great way to escape and get away from my problems. And its usually been kept to something that I would do for myself. Needing to find time to myself where I can set the mood and let everything go and just relax in a diapered state of bliss. I've dropped hints to my wife, both subtle and blatantly obvious, that I've wanted her to take more of an active role in that part of my life. And its never been so much that she isn't interested so much as she's never really been confident enough to know how to handle it. I guess she's just erred on the side of caution for whatever reason. At least until recently, when she's finally broken out of her shell. I'll set the scene first. Work lately has been getting gradually more stressful. Deadlines seem to be looming more than usual and projects just snowball out of control. All the while my bosses are asking for updates and aren't understanding why the numbers just aren't looking as good as they expect them to. (No, really, the reality of the work place is a bit different than your spreadsheet.) And its been harder and harder to let some of that stress go when the workday is over. In fact, it has been starting to take a toll on us to a certain degree. But, god bless her, my wife seemed to have a plan and knew just what would help. It was what you could probably call a typical Friday. (At least as much as any day can be typical) Fielding questions from clients and keeping my boss happy. I could not wait for the weekend. Nothing planned, just a weekend to relax and spend some quality time to myself. The commute home was a little more hectic than usual. Construction on the interstate caused some road rage and no matter how much I cranked my music it just wasn't helping me relax today. (Perhaps the heat had something to do with it.) So, 20 minutes later than I had expected, I get home. Our upstairs neighbor has, once again, taken the really good parking spot so I get to park down the street and walk to the house. When I get in, my wife is on the couch watching whatever TV show, as usual. So I drop my bag next to the couch and make my way into the bedroom to change. Shed these ugly reminders of another stressful day and make myself as comfortable as possible. “How was work?” “Same as always. My boss is an idiot.” “Again?” “Yeah. Same shit, different day.” “I'm sorry.” “It's ok. I'm just going to putz around on the computer for a bit to relax.” “Ok.” Great. She sounded slightly annoyed by my “attitude” once again. I know that the stress is getting to her. Nothing like working around the house all day and then having to deal with my cranky ass. Of course, little did I know that she was about to make a bold move to change all that. To this day, I really don't know what motivated her to do this. In reality she could have just come in and demanded that I cheer up because being this much of a grump was not a good way to kick off the weekend. Instead, she marched into the bedroom and set to work. I heard her getting something out of the closet. My mind briefly wondered what she was getting at, but didn't want to worry about it too much. I had a few junk e-mails to sort through and I wanted to check MySpace for any interesting surveys. Before I could get too much into she appeared at the computer room door. Something was certainly amis. “What's up?” “Nothing.” Its never just nothing. “You look like that cat that ate the canary.” Or maybe she just looked nervous, unsure of herself. “Maybe.” “No really, what's going on?” “Are you busy?” This could be good or bad. “Not really, just killing time.” What was that look? She just made up her mind somehow. God that's sexy. “Well, stop that and come in here.” “Sure.” I closed the browser windows and followed her into the bedroom. She was most certainly up to something. She motioned to the bed. “Sit.” I did. She daintily waltzed to the closet and went to pull something out. She hid her actions so I couldn't see what it was. My heart skipped a beat. I love it when she takes control like this. What did she have up her sleeve? “You know how you've always wanted me to take control?” She can really my mind. “Well, we're going to play a little game this weekend.” She looked about as nervous as I was. “This weekend you are going to...” She mustered up the courage to say it. “You are going to wear a diaper all weekend.” I smiled awkwardly. I had always had a fantasy of her “forcing” me to do this, but had never actually imagined it being something that would happen. “All weekend?” “Is that ok?' She was having doubts. I needed to let her know this was exactly what I was wanting. “Of course. You're the boss, boss. Or should I say mistress?” “We'll see about that. So... Shall we get you attired?” “We shall.” She motioned me to stand up. I did. She slowly undressed me. Shirt first, then pants and boxers. How long would this last? Would we be jumping each other in a matter of minutes? My heart was racing a mile a minute and I'm sure hers was too. She gently pushed me back onto the bed. “Lie back, baby boy.” I did. She revealed the diaper she had hidden in the closet and brought it over. I lifted my hips so she could slide it under me. She then slowly fastened each side of the tapes. She was very good at this. I had to give it to her, she really knew how to put on a diaper. She looked at me. “Anything else?” “You're in charge. You decide.” She looked at me for a moment. Her last moment of indecision melting away. “You'll need a shirt and some socks. Don't want my baby to get sick of cold.” She went into the closet and grabbed a shirt for me then into our dresser and pulled out a pair of socks. I sat up so she could finish dressing me. She took a step back to admire her handy work. “Very nice. Are you hungry?” “I could use a drink.” “What do you want?” “Koolaid is fine.” I got up to follow her into the kitchen, but she stopped me. “No, you stay out of the kitchen. Go into the living room and take a seat on the couch. I'll bring you your juice.” As she went into the kitchen I waddled in and took a seat on the couch. My heart was still racing. Was this really going to happen? I didn't want to buy into it took quickly. Mainly because I didn't want to overload her with anything. Immediately I wondered how far she would take this. Would I have any bathroom privileges? Even I wasn't entirely sure about that. It just seemed weird to be taken care of this much by anyone anymore. Even my own wife. I guess I would find those things out soon enough. Before I could think this out any further she returned with a sippy-cup of juice for me. “Drink up.” She handed me the sippy-cup and start flipping through the channels beginning to engage in the usual ritual of finding something on TV on a Friday afternoon. As I was happily sipping away I was reminded that I hadn't done my usual business before leaving work. I tried to ignore the pressure in my bladder. Mostly because she had just put this diaper on me and it seemed a bit early to use it already. So, I held it. Somehow she must have noticed me squirming a little. So she asked me in her mock-baby voice. “Does my baby need to go potty?” “I'm just realizing I didn't go before I left work.” “Now that wasn't very smart, now was it? Why don't you just go?” “You just put this diaper on me. I don't want to use it already.” She gave me one of her classic “don't be a dumbass” looks. “We have plenty for the weekend. You're going to have to go sooner or later. But, do what you want.” Was that a challenge? Now I really didn't know what to do. “I'll go eventually.” “Whatever.” She smiled. She was certainly enjoying this. Something about that put me at ease. But, I wasn't about to prove her right just yet. So, I held it just a bit longer. I'm not sure if it was her setting the mood or just settling because nothing else was on, but she eventually found Spongebob Squarepants and left that on. (I know, its one of our guilty pleasures, so sue me.  I made it through half an episode before resigning myself to breaking the seal on this weekend. I did my best to relax so I could get go. Something about being on the couch made it difficult. That was one thing I had never really gotten the hang of, using a diaper while sitting on a couch. Don't really know why. I'm sure my wife was taking some pleasure in watching me trying to relax so I could pee. Mental note: I've got to repay the favor one of these days. Sure enough, after another minute or so I had done it and felt the warm feel of my diaper slowly filling with pee. I looked down and saw the yellow seeping up and covering my crotch. It was very liberating and therapeutic in a weird way. After I had finished my wife looked out and, once again in her mock baby voice, said: “Does my baby boy have a wet diaper?” I nodded with a goofy smile on my face. “Well, why don't you march yourself into the bedroom so I can change you.” Back into the bedroom where I lay back on the bed. My wife made me get up so she could put a towel under me and then changed me into a clean diaper, making sure to add some baby powder to keep things dry. (Which she must have bought on her own because I never knew we had it.) Much of the rest of the evening went by as normal. We watched some TV. She made some dinner that we ate. It was all very nice and relaxing. I kept thinking that I could get used to this. The nice attention from my wife. The comfortable feeling the diapers gave me. Of course, there was still that question of how far would we take this. How far was I comfortable taking this. I'd never really done anything more than wet a diaper. And I still wasn't sure my wife wanted to clean up after me like that. As the evening wore on that question loomed bigger and bigger. Soon enough, I could feel that working in my bowels and that I would find my answer soon enough. Later in the evening we were both on our separate computers doing our obligatory web surfing. During which, she looked over to me. “Is this the sorta thing you have been wanting.” “Yes, absolutely.” “Ok. I'm just never really sure what to do in a situation like this.” “I know. But trust me, this is enough. Its just sets a nice mood for the weekend.” “Ok. If there is anything you'd like to do. Or if you'd like me to do, let me know.” I had to ask. Because it was going to be an issue very soon. I was beginning to squirm again. “I do have one question, actually.” She looked a little nervous. “Shoot.” “How far are we taking this?” “How do you mean?” “Well... How much bathroom privileges do I have this weekend?” “That's up to you, sweetie.” Hmm. I didn't want to be the one to make this decision. Don't really know why, I just like her being in charge like this. “How about you set the limit.” “Me?” “Yes.” We looked at each other. I did my best to convince her without words that I needed her to make this call. She'd come this far, I'm sure she could do this. Either way, just make the call. It looked like I had gotten through. But she was going to make me wait for it. She must have seen my squirming. “You want me to decide?” “Yes.” “What kind of bathroom privileges you have this weekend?” “Yes.” “You mean you want to know if you can go potty like a big boy? Or if you are forced to use your diaper like a baby?” “Something like that.” This was killing me. It was almost getting uncomfortable holding it in. I was about to run to the bathroom just to take care of it. “Well... I think that since you've been whining to me about this for such a long time that you should have to go all the way with it.” Did she mean? “Meaning?” A nice long pause from her. “Meaning... that you have to use that diaper like the baby you are.” She smiled. I loved that smile. I guess my heart had stopped for a moment there because now it was pounding with anticipation. She was going to force me to mess in the diaper. This made me more nervous than ever. “And from the looks of it that should be coming very soon.” She was working on my humiliation. She knew me better than I thought. I blushed. This was going to be hard. And, yet, it turned me on more than anything. The thought of being forced to do my most basic bodily functions in a diaper, like a baby, turn me on so much. How the hell was I going to pull this off? I took a deep breath. Concentrate. You can do this. Its not like I'm taking an exam or making any big decision, just relax and mess in the diaper. She was watching me. I couldn't do it. I needed to badly, but I just couldn't. I did my best to act nonchalantly and go back to surfing the net. But, I was fidgeting way too much. She walked over and put her hands on my shoulders. She leaned over and whispered into my ear. “Are you going to go potty in your diaper like the little baby you are?” I couldn't breathe. “I know you need to. I can see you squirming.” This was driving me crazy. “I know my baby needs to go potty. You can do that for me? Go poopy in your diaper?” This was so humiliating. I loved it. Talk dirty to me, baby. Please. “Are you going to fill your diaper for me? Like the naughty little boy that you are?” I could feel it coming. Relax and let it happen. She rubbed my shoulders and neck. “Make a mess for me baby. I want you too.” It was coming. I could feel it. I slid down in my chair, slowly. I pushed it out slowly. “That's it baby. Use your diaper like the baby you are.” The sensation was... different. I felt it fill the back of the diaper slowly, creating a bulk between my legs. I push out as much as I could. This was making me crazy. I almost couldn't believe that I was messing in my diaper. So many years of training and conditioning my body to not do this. Going against every instinct I had taught myself. And it felt amazing. After a minute I was done, I thought. “Is that it? Do you have to pee to?” How did she know? I guess its only nature. I let myself completely fill the diaper. When I was done she took my hand and again lead me back to the bedroom. It was very difficult to walk with the diaper as full as it was. Something I had not really considered. She lay me back on the bed on the towel and carefully peeled the diaper off me. For some reason I felt ashamed. I was almost disgusted with myself for what I had done. Making my wife put up with this. But she didn't complain. She thoroughly cleaned me and a powdered me and went to grab a fresh diaper. I guess she noticed my shame. “Are you ok?” “Yeah. Its just...” “What?” “I just feel weird having done that.” “Don't.” “I know I shouldn't. But...” “No buts. Don't be ashamed. There's nothing wrong with that.” “But, you had to clean...” “I've handled dirty diapers before and will again in the future. Besides, think of it as practice for when we are old and in a nursing home.” I couldn't help but chuckle. She certainly did have a way of making me feel better. “Good point.” “Now, do you want a clean diaper or did you want to go back to big boy pants?” I looked at her. This was the best woman I had ever met. I though about how lucky I was that she does this for me, even though it isn't really her thing. I thought about how I didn't want to share this with anyone else now that I had her. She was putting herself aside to give me a weekend to relax and enjoy a fantasy I'd always had. I couldn't turn this down. “Diaper, please.” With a smile, she once again expertly diapered me. He baby boy for a weekend. “Now...” She said. “Would you like something else to drink?” |
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30-03-2008
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This was a well written account of what sounds as though it was a weekend made for the AB/DL. You are lucky to have such a caring wife. One who is willing to explore new things to make her man happy.
I am like the others who were interested to see how things turned out. Did your wife get anything out of the weekend or was this one a weekend just for you? |
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