My name is Steve. I'm an adult baby. My interest in diapers goes a long way back. I can remember being about 5 years old and finding the diapers that my mother had in the basement, and wondering if I could get away with wearing them. I never did try since I was pretty sure that my Mother would catch me, and I would be embarrassed being caught in them. Then I can remember being around the age of 8, and watching cartoons that had the antagonist spanked and diapered. I would get a strange feeling in my pubic region at the time. I never knew what it was, but I liked to watch those scenes. Then at the age of around 13, I was determined to buy some diapers, but I knew that I would be seen with the diapers, and I was too scared to buy them. Instead, I went and got an old sheet, and I cut it up into a size that would work for being a diaper for my age. I even wore them while my sister's boyfriend was sitting and watching tv. I even went so far as to mess the diaper a little. Instead of washing them, I threw them away, so I didn't have the diapers for long. Diapers are for babues, right?
After that experience, I only read stories about diapers, enemas, and spankings. I never had the nerve to buy some diapers until I was married. About 19 years ago, I married the woman for me. She is still the love of my life. And shortly after getting married, I thought that my wife would let me enjoy these interests with her. Why not? She loved me right? Love conquers all. Yeah, right. I tried to introduce her to some basic kinky activities, and she freaked out. I then isolated my kinky interests including diapers for a long time. Flash forward 7 more years, we have a much larger house, and I think it is possible for me to hide my diapers and aby items in the house without my wife finding out. I buy a bunch of items. And when I get the chance, I wear my diapers. I mess and wet them. Then at some point, I decide that I should get rid of them. It's absurd I told myself.
In another couple of years, and I longed to be back in diapers. This time, I bought more aby items. And I hide them around the house again. This time I hung onto them. Now move forward to a couple of years ago. I confronted my wife with all of my interests and I explained to her how they were a part of me. And that I needed these fantasies, and that I wanted to share them with someone I loved. She rejected me. She told me that she would see me as less a man if I did those things with her. I was devastated. My love has rejected me. This was all me. And she didn't want any part of it.
Shortly after that my wife and I went to marriage counseling. That was the start of a new beginning for us. It was easier for the counselor to get the points across that I had been trying to make for years. With the objective point of view from the counselor, my wife was more receptive to what I wanted. It opened up new possibilities for me. Final, I could share my infantilism fantasies with her, and I didn't have to worry about her reaction, she has even found that she likes some of it better than she thought she would.
One day, I stayed home after the kids went to school. I was told to undress. I did just that. And all of my usual items were out. I had baby lotion, baby oil, baby powder, baby wipes, diapers with a stuffer or two. I was told to lay down on the bed, and she told me to lift my bottom up. She then could see clearly see my shaved pubic area. She began talking to me about being a baby while putting the diaper under my bottom. And she shamed me about needing to be diapered. Once she pulled up the front of the diaper and taped on the sides, she stuck my pacifier in my mouth. After that she put my onesie on me and told me that I looked like a cute baby. She then took me by the hand, and we went out to the kitchen where she made me sit on the floor sucking my pacifier until she had the baby bottle filled with infant formula. She then took me to the family room, and told me to sit and watch the toddler cartoons on the tv while she got a shower. I watched the tv, and took the time to use my diaper. I find it easier to relax when alone, and sitting watching the children's programs. I feel like such a baby when I am there alone. I laid on my back, and sucked my baba. I played with having my legs in a fetal position like a real baby. It felt good. I had no care in the world, Mommy would take care of everything. My problems were almost all forgotten as I got immersed into my fantasy. After a while, my wife came out, and looked at the progress of the bottle. I had been a good baby and drank most of it.[Removed]
Finally, I was sharing this need with someone I loved. You may think the last part is fantasy. I assure you. It's not. I'm just lucky in finding a wife who eventually understood me.