Posted by Chris-DL on July 17, 2010 at 03:49 [121.222.239.6]
Hi, I have just written this story I will put it on ABKingdom as well. Please enjoy.
Who Wears Wins
So you think you’re not quite in the head for wanting to wear a nappy? you love the feel of ýplastic pants and the rustle when you move? The site of a diapered female gets your blood ýrunning?ý
I was reading some of the stories that have been written about diaper lovers and there is ýalways the recurring storyline of forced diaper wearing, sure some stories are better than ýothers, some …..well, let’s just say they should have been deleted.ý
Is this story any different? Well kind of, but there is still the good old clichéd “forced” diaper ýwearing.ý
It started out with my desire to search out pictures and stories of nappies (diapers) as a ýteenager; I like many of us knew at an early age that I liked the feel of a padded bottom. I ýnever really found anything that would compare to what we can find on the internet today, ýbut occasionally you would read a snippet of a story in a “mens” magazine or in some Teen ýGirl advice column. ý
Anyway, with the advent of the internet stories and pictures have become the norm, ýpurchasing “that particular nappy” is now as easy as a few clicks of the mouse and a credit ýcard transaction later you will have a nice big bag of Abena or Molicare delivered to the ýdoor. Maybe it’s not as fun as getting up the courage of walking into Chemist Warehouse or ýto a specialty medical supplies and actually buying a bag of diapers face to face from some ýpimply red haired teenager, who looks like he zoned out 5 minutes into his shift, but when ýit’s all said and done it’s getting the diaper that counts.ý
My particular purchase was via the internet, might have been from an online store that starts ýwith E and ends in Bay, but it could have been from anywhere. I found (on the internet) to ýmy delight a nice thick cloth nappy, with plastic pants that are maybe just a little bit too ýbabyish and sissy for my liking, but still they look as cute as a button and I was really looking ýforward to seeing how they would look when I wore them. I thought I had planned my ýpurchase well, and had a window of opportunity that I knew I would be home to take ýdelivery and as far as I was concerned everything was going to be A-Ok…HA!ý
First up, who do you think forgot about having a joint account? And of course just as luck ýwould have it the purchase went through the day before my better ½ checked the online ýstatement. “Who and what is the adult nappy company?” was just one of those awkward ýquestions I had to answer that night. “Who is this for?” was obviously going to be the next ýawkward question and right up there with “Oh we’ll see about this!” ý
My idea of getting to wear my new purchase in one of those carefully planned afternoons ýwhen you manage to have the house to yourself went the way of a politicians promise. Not ýonly did I not get to take receipt of my nappy and pants, but I did not get the satisfaction of ýhaving that first touch of the unknown, was the nappy as soft as it looked?, was it as thick as ýpromised?, were those pants going to rustle every step? Only time would tell, and it was ýgoing to be an agonising wait.ý
I knew something was not as it should be when I got home that night, my better ½ had the ýlook of a cat that had just eaten a budgie, all smug and pleased with one’s self. In the middle ýof the floor was my not so secret stash of nappies and pants. Proudly sitting in a separate pile ýwas my underwear, now who has seen what a pair of sharp scissors can do to flimsy ýmaterial? Yep, goes snip snip and one carefully made in China pair of undies is now about as ýuseful as an ash tray on a motor bike. “Hmm, this cannot be good” I think to myself. “You ýmight as well have seat my little diaper wearing partner” “We need to have a little chat and ýset some ground rules!” ý
Now I am not going to say this was the most comfortable hour or two in my life, there were ýtears and red faces, nappies were held high and thrown from one end of the room to the ýother, my underwear was kicked and flung, I just sat there and thought “Oh, golly gosh I ýthink you have done it this time me old china” Just as a side note, you know how you see ýsomething funny and it draws you’re attention and you try not to laugh when the gates of hell ýare crashing around you?, well how funny do you think it was to see my better ½ going the ýfull Monty with a pair of my undies sitting on one of the fan blades? “he bloody he”.. Don’t ýlaugh it can only make matters worse.ý
Well things calmed down after a while and we sat there in silence, the nappies had been ýgathered up and all but one pair of my undies were in a garbage bag, (guess which pair were ýup in the air?) “Well these are not much good are they? You might as well take the rubbish ýout” As I stood up and gathered my nappies and plastic pants a firm “they stay” was directed ýat me “just get rid of the rest”ý
I came back into the room, my heart was racing and to tell you the truth I was feeling a bit ýnervous as to what was going to happen. “You have 2 choices as far as I can tell young Lady ýyou’re first choice is to pack your bags and leave or you stay here and you wear what I tell ýyou” My husband (there’s the twist for you) had decided that the decision of being forced to ýbe in nappies was to be mine! What was I to do? I had invested so much time and effort into ýthis marriage, at my age finding a suitable partner was not as easy as it once was.ý
ý“I see you need a little time to consider this” he said “I tell you what I am going to do, I will ýgo for a drive to get some dinner, when I come home you are either in a nappy and frilly ýpants or you will be packing your bags” with that he picked up his keys and started making ýhis way out of the room. I looked after him with tears filling my eyes, I wanted to say ýsomething but I was in a state of numbness and for an odd reason he just seemed to look ýdifferent now. He left without another word, I sat there with all manner of ideas and thought ýrunning through my mind, I knew I had little or no choice as I slowly slid off my last pair of ýdecent panties, I looked up and laughed at my cut up pair still hanging from the fan and I took ýboth pairs and placed in my now near empty underwear draw. It was decent of him to leave ýmy bras and a few “special pairs” of pants that we enjoyed…probably will not get to wear ýthem for a while.ý
So here I am, for the first time in my life putting on a nappy and pulling on a pair of plastic ýpants that my husband will see me in. The nappy I decided to wear is the one that brought ýabout my undoing, as I looked in the mirror the lady looking back at me looked so cute in ýher nappy, but no time to oogle at myself. I gathered my nappies and pants and with no need ýto hide them any longer I put them in my underwear draw. As I carefully folded them and ýarranged them into separate piles I noticed that one of my pants was missing, and I am sure I ýhad more Abena than what was in the draw. “Oh, well I suppose they are in the trash as ýwell” I said aloud, they can always be replaced.ý
My husband pulled up in the driveway, he sat out there for a few minutes gathering his ýthoughts and when I heard the key in the door, I sat carefully on the lounge trying to hide my ýnappy and preserve what little dignity I had left. I heard him kick off his shoes in the doorway ýand I decided that I was not going to make eye contact, my shame and guilt was so great I ýfelt my eyes tearing up again. I heard him as he walked slowly towards me, the smell of our ýdinner filled my senses and when he spoke it was with careful measured tones.ý
ý“when I tell you, you are to look up at me and make any comments”ý
He dropped our dinner at my left foot, I saw his socks and started to look up, “NO, not yet” ýhe said firmly He then dropped a bag of baby powder and baby lotion at my right foot, “You ýwill be needing these “ he said. I then heard him take off his shorts, he dropped these to my ýfront, “oh great I thought, that’s all he can think about” I started to resign myself to the fact ýthat I would have to perform oral sex on him (men, why do they like that?) Well with the ýpredicament I am in looks like this will be just a precursor as to what else he had on his ýmind. Lucky me I thought, well at least I will have something soft to sit on to take away the ýdiscomfort of having 7’ up my arse. ý
He cupped my head in his hand and told me to look up; standing in front of me was my ýhusband wearing my nappies and plastic pants! What? I started to say “why are you doing this ýfor?” As he looked down at me he said “I thought I was the only one who liked this, my ýshame in being a diaper lover almost made me walk away from our marriage a long time ýago”, when I first saw you had brought nappies I was confused, I thought you had found out ýabout me and was going to force me into them, but when nothing happened after a while I ýstarted looking and I found your stash. Did you not wonder why you were missing nappies or ýthat at times they were moved slightly, I was trying to leave you hints, but when that last ýnappy came home…well I wanted it for myself” he said, as I looked up at him I must admit ýhe looked almost as cute as me standing there with my frilly little rumber pants proudly ýcovering his nappy. With that I stood up, we just stood together holding each other and ýtouching each other through our respective nappies. ý
Now nothing happened that night, we did a lot of talking and we just looked at each other, ýsex was never mentioned but there is plenty of time for that. It was just a great feeling of the ýworld being lifted off of our shoulders knowing that what we thought was our own little ýsecret is now out in the open.ý
We discussed the rules of when and wear we were to be diapered, and yes of course it is ýevery night, and sometimes we do wear out in public when shopping, but they are nice and ýthin you would notice what we had on if you are a diaper lover, but who really looks at ýpeoples arses when shopping for groceries?ý