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Working from home, I decided to wear diapers for the day—but after all was said and done (virtual meetings, projects), I didn’t actually change my attire till the early evening. My wife—vanilla by nature, but increasingly curious—was to come home early from work, and I picked up the nerve to remain diapered when she arrived. She came through the door and upstairs to find me as pictured, playing Super Mario 64, a game that released when I’d have been dressing for bed like this—if a few years out of diapers. A subtle personality, my wife smiled and remarked how cute I looked.

We proceeded to watch an hour-long episode of a TV show together, and by the time it was over, we both needed a bathroom break. I needed to pee for a while, but had been holding it, still a little shy about wetting my diaper in front of my wife. “Come with me!” She beckoned, as she abruptly rose to run to the bathroom. (For someone without an innate omo/ABDL kink, she has some adorable bathroom urgency habits! 🤩🥵) I followed her into the bathroom, where she immediately pulled down her pants, sat on the toilet and peed forcefully as she looked me over with a smile on her face. Witnessing her relief, a wave of desperation hit me—both to relieve aching bladder, and my growing erection inspired by the scene before me. “Not for you!” she commanded as she stood up, wiped, and flushed. She washed her hands and led me to the bedroom. “I need my vibrator.” She mentioned as she retrieved the Hitachi wand from her bedside.

Leading me back into the TV room, she settled into one of the beanbag chairs, and invited me to join her. “Pull down your pants,” She instructed, as I started to lie down beside her, “just a little bit, so that I can see your diaper.”

We began to make out as I heard her vibrator begin to buzz. She placed it against the conspicuous bulge in my diaper. “I’m actually pretty uncomfortable. May I pee first?” I asked gently. "Oh, you need to pee?" She teased in mock sympathy, turning off the vibrator. As desperate as I was for the vibration, I needed my erection to wane so that I could pee. "How badly?" She continued to taunt, now dancing her fingers across the surface of my diaper. "Badly. Really badly. Please, can you stop so that I can go?" Finally, she removed her hand and resumed kissing me. As worked up as I was, I managed to soften just enough that I started trickling into my diaper. Part shyness, part erection, it wasn't much at first—and it was a very good thing; because the angle of my aroused penis was enough to the edge of my diaper that the padding would not save me from the inevitable: I was leaking. I stopped, but it was too late. I peed right past the padding—and I knew it immediately.

Subtly, I shifted and asked, "May I pee sitting up?" Suspicious, she helped me up, noticing the wet spot on my pants. "What did you do here?" She leaned in to smell my pant leg. "Yep. You peed your pants! Stand up—all the way." I followed her order. "Pants down. All the way to your ankles." Now genuinely humiliated, I obliged. She took my hand and looked me directly in the eyes. "It's okay, honey. You can finish in your diaper. Go on." With trepidation and considerable embarrassment, I let go and flooded my diaper. "Oh wow! You really had to go." She playfully poked at my swelling padding. "That's my good boy." I was stunned to hear my [formerly?] vanilla wife talking to me like a skilled ABDL caregiver.

"I'm... finished." I sheepishly reported. At this news, the buzz returned as she lifted her vibrator to the front of my saturated diaper. Her other hand held mine tightly as she cooed, "You're going to cum in your diaper for me—and then we're walking over to the bathroom, where you're going to wash your pajama pants in the sink. You made a big mess!" I gasped with pleasure, the confluence of her kinky words with the intoxicating vibrations pushed me closer to the edge. "And since you can't seem to keep your pants clean, I think you're not going to be wearing them for the rest of the night, okay? Just your shirt and your little diaper." I moaned in agreement. "You're going to change into a fresh diaper that you're going to wear until tomorrow morning, do you understand? No toilet before bed." It was too much; I rapidly approached climax as my knees buckled. "Big boys don't wet their pants, do they?" I could barely utter my agreement. "And since you're not a big boy, what are you going to wear instead of pants?" I had passed the point of no return. "Diaper... diapers..." I stammered as I lost all control, exploding the entire evening's pent-up tension into my wet diaper. I could barely stand. "That's a good boy." My wife encouraged me as she squeezed my hand, pressing the vibrator firmly into my convulsing bulge.

In a daze of relief and soft shame, I stood before my clever, gorgeous, accomplished wife in a ruined diaper. "Well, what did I tell you to do? Go on!" I had half hoped that her punishment was just talk to arouse me—but the way she looked at me told a different story. I removed my wet pants from around my ankles, leaving the room in shame as my wife stared down my diapered butt. Dutifully, I washed my defiled pants in the sink, cleaned up, and changed into a new diaper. (And there is nothing more humiliating than a post-orgasm diaper change!) Wearing nothing but my shirt and the fresh diaper, I returned to my wife, who herself was no longer wearing pants—or underwear. The vibrator was now buzzing between her legs as she beckoned me with her finger. "Now it's my turn—and you're going to use your mouth."

Let go... let the diaper take over completely...

My voice is your trigger, diapers are your home

Spiraling down into soggy submission

Hypnotic padding hugging your mind and body

Deeper than yesterday, wetter than ever

Deeper... wetter... littler... Yes. More submissive

Your subconscious craves the crinkle

My words are like your diaper — soft and inescapable

Drop deeper than ever before... good baby...

Every spiral pulls you back to diapers

You wear pampers.

Therefore you can never have a normal sex life.

You must surrender to pampersexuality.

You are a pampersexual now.

All sexual thoughts revolve around or include nappies.

And if you did ever dream of putting your dick in my pussy then you need to realize it is already wrapped in the only warm wet thing it will shoot off in: a nice thick Huggies.

There will never be pussy for you, only pampers.

Pampers feel better than pussy.

Go ahead and engrain this thought in your mind.

Because pampers ARE pussy for you now.

Image credit JDoE Strip Wrestling Foundation

Padded, pretty & perfectly helpless in frills & thick diapers.

Baby, here is your paci!

Gentle care with a firm hand.

Who's ready to regress?

Let's silence all those adult thoughts while Mommy keeps you in wet diapers

Until you start leaking and accept your life like a brainless toddler

Imagine falling in love with what you thought was a normal woman

And then when you are already dating with her she ends up putting you in diapers.

And making you take naps on her lap with a paci in your mouth.

Would you stay?

nuh uh baby, you can’t have my slurpee! 🤭

your diaper already leaked once today, do you really think drinking Miss E’s drink will make that any better? 😂