The white plastic of the disposable diaper stood out starkly against the bronze color of my skin. My erection made the diaper bulge hugely out in front. I had never been this horny in my life! The muscles of my legs trembled threatening to collapse beneath me. I was weak with excitement. Pauline grinned and said, “What an adorable baby you make, Honey. Now you’re all ready to take your nap.”
She patted me on my fanny and I orgasmed helplessly in my diaper. I sagged against her as she smiled in success. I melted weakly in her arms. She helped me to the bed and tucked me in as I tried hopelessly to thank her. She climbed in bed beside me and explained that she too had a secret. She said that she had always wanted a baby, but had had an infection when she was very young that had made her unable to bear a child. She told me that she was sorry that she hadn’t told me, but she hadn’t been able to gather up the courage to tell me. I told her it was alright and soon we were both asleep. Later that afternoon a was awoken by a kiss on my forehead. I rolled over and felt her hand on my thigh exploring my diaper. I snuggled up closer to her as she slipped her hand down the front of my diaper. It was clear what she wanted, I wanted it too. “Honey,” she exclaimed in surprise, “You’re sopping wet! Oh my God! Don’t tell me you wet your diaper!”
She leapt out of the bed and came around to my side of the bed. I cringed in terror as she tore the bedclothes off me and glared down at me as if I were a naughty toddler. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to..”, I whimpered in my defense.
“Silence!”, she roared. “Did you pee in our bed deliberately?”
“No….no, I wouldn’t do anything like that.”, I plainted.
“Have you ever wet the bed before?”, she demanded.
“Yyy….yes,” I stuttered in fear.
“How long ago and how often?”, she demanded.
I told her the story of what happened to me in graduate school and what the doctor had said. She looked at me seriously and said, “I’ve said you can wear a diaper to sleep in and I’m not going back on my word. But if you think I intend to wake up in a wet bed, Honey, you’ve got another thing coming. You can sleep in the spare bedroom if you going to wet your diapers. Now get up and take a shower. We’re going to Wal-Mart to get a plastic mattress protector for the bed.
That night she diapered me again and make me sleep in the bed of the spare bedroom. I was mortified by the way she treated me. She acted like I was a barely trained toddler when she put me to bed. The next night I begged her for the privilege of sleeping in the bed with her. She told me I couldn’t wear a diaper if I was going to sleep in the same bed with her. I told her humbly that I’d rather go without diapers than sleep alone and she allowed me the privilege of sleeping at her side.
The next morning I awoke in a puddle of urine. She rolled over in the wet spot and woke up in a rage. She told me what a no-good pervert I was and hauled me out of bed by main force. I cowered at the side of the bed as she stripped it and toweled the mattress dry. She manhandled me into the bathroom and ripped the sodden diaper off of my body. Then she pushed me into the shower and turned on the cold water full blast. In a few minutes she pulled me out; a wet, shivering, terrorized mess. She toweled me dry roughly and then dragged me to the spare bedroom where she forced me to lie down on the bed and be rediapered. I wept at her treatment of me and kept begging to be forgiven, but she slapped me on the face and told me that she had married a man, not a unhousebroken toddler. She made me stay in diapers the rest of the weekend and use them as if I were a baby.
When Monday came, she let me wear underwear to work and I kissed her and thanked her profusely for forgiving me. Our relationship had undergone a profound change since Friday. I wasn’t my wife’s equal since the doctor had explained my infantilism to her. Strangely, she had still respected me when she thought I was a psychopath, but now I was only a bedwetting, immature husband who had to be taken in hand and dictated to like a little boy.