Ron sat on his diapered bottom in the playpen and nursed at his bottle more delicately, watching the indolent movements of his infantized wife as she downed the contents of her bottle. He barely noticed when his bladder began relieving the mounting pressure and urine started streaming from his tiny penis into the absorbent folds of his diaper. Soon he was as soaked as Deedee was. Kimberly noticed their wet diapers from her position on the couch. She could hardly miss the drooping sag in the front of Ron’s diaper and the deep clay-like wrinkles that remained on Deedee’s diaper when she put her legs together.

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