How Daring

by ScienceScribbler
Source: dailydiapers.com

Disclaimer-thingy: All characters portrayed in this story engaging in sexual acts are over 18 and consenting adults. Any similarity to real people, scenarios, and diaper-related dares in which consenting adults become un-potty trained are solely for amusement purposes. And are also fun to consider.

Chapter 1: Eric and Kelly

On his twenty second birthday, Eric Homen graduated from college. It was an auspicious day, full of excitement and happiness, and all the better because the two milestones in his life coincided so perfectly. He was able to graduate with his family in attendance, celebrate his birthday with the visiting family, and generally frolic in a concluding-sort of manner for his last week of undergraduate college.

Having completed his bachelor degree in Computer Science, he had a bright future ahead of him, two open job offers on the table, and nearly an entire summer to spend with his long-term girlfriend, Kelly, before he had to start working for either company. Whichever company he chose, he wasn’t slated to start working until the end of summer (a term he had argued for in his original interviews) and that left him with several weeks of fun before moving, starting adulthood, and really getting his life together. Truly, it looked to be the best time in his life, with no real student debt to speak of, enough savings to get by for another month or two, and a new apartment in the city for he and his girlfriend Kelly to share (despite the fact that his rather religious family didn’t think it ‘proper’ for a young man and woman to live together unwed).

It was during this time of extreme happiness, just days after graduation and seeing his family fly back out west to California after the ceremony, that Kelly brought up something he hadn’t heard of before.

It began innocently enough as they lay cuddled together on their ratty couch, watching netflix together one evening. During a particularly boring scene, her brunette head rested gently along his chest, Kelly announced, “I think we should talk.”

Her tone was carefully calm, so much so that it engaged Eric’s mind more than any worried, or overtly unhappy tone might have. “Ok…what about?” he asked, taking her bait.

“It’s…it’s about moving to the city. Living together.” She remained in her position cradled against his chest,, and actually managed to hear the quickening of his pulse. Deftly avoiding potential worry, she sat up and clarified, “It’s…it’s nothing bad, I don’t think. I just think we should talk about it. What we want to…to be there.”

Still cautious, Eric turned on the couch to face her. At slightly over 6 feet in height (1.85 meters), he dwarfed her by a considerable margin, though their hair matched rather perfectly, with the dark cocoa shade of his eyes matching the color of both their hair. Facing her now, he slowly withdrew his arm from around her shoulders, cocking his head slightly to the right and raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “What we want to be?”

Kelly stuttered her response. “Yeah. What we want to be in the city. What we want our lives to be like. You know, what we…what we want to be.” Her tone was cautious, and her wording unclear, which left Eric both confused and slightly on guard.

Apparently playing the part of the parrot, Eric yet again asked a question, repeating, “What we want our lives to be?”

Since the conversation seemed to be going nowhere, Kelly decided to try a more direct tact than trying to lead him into the conversation gently, or trying to coax him into asking what she meant directly himself. “I’m trying to say…I mean that…well, you are going to have a job. For sure. And I’m not sure where I’ll be working, or whatever. But…but I was wondering if this might be a chance for us to try and do something new. Something…different.”

Eric started to reply, “Something different?” but was cut off when Kelly finally blurted out her point.

“I want to try something new. Like…in terms of our sex life.”

This statement left Eric in momentary shock, but seemed to break his cycle of merely parroting back her statements as questions when he asked, “You want to try something to change our sex life….like, something when we move that you wanted to talk about? Is that what you’re saying?” He wasn’t positive exactly what she was getting at, but had a possible guess in mind.

It all came back to a day, roughly a year earlier, when Eric had walked in on Kelly at her own apartment on the campus wearing nothing but an adult diaper, with her hands out of sight and loud groans and squirming to give away her exact unseen actions. At the time, Eric had responded with extreme confusion, and even some nervous judgment. He had immediately asked what she was up to, how long she’d been hiding it, and if she had a thing for diapers or people wearing diapers, and a slew of other questions that had left Kelly crying and inarticulate.

However, when Kelly finally explained that the diaper was unconnected to anything actually related to children, and had been a fetish she’d been hiding from him for the last several months of their relationship, Eric had cooled long enough to truly listen. By the end of the night, they had come up with what Kelly jokingly referred to as the ‘Diaper deal’, an agreement between the two lovers stating that Eric would agree to trying out Kelly’s fetish so long as she agreed to one favor for him, to be named at a later date. The ‘diaper deal’ meant that, once a week Kelly was to be allowed to be diapered while hanging out with Eric, and so long as she didn’t ask Eric to do anything he felt uncomfortable with, he would try his very hardest to keep an ‘open mind’. The first week, that meant she wore a diaper to dinner under her skirt. The second week, she simply cuddled with him, diapered under her clothes. After a few weeks, once Eric had gotten more used to it, he had even agreed to have sex with her diapered, pulling the diaper aside as they made love.

The other piece of the ‘diaper deal’ didn’t come up for several months more, when Eric asked Kelly to move in with him, and she was hesitant. She admitted she wanted to move in with him, but was scared about what that meant for their relationship. Kelly, pragmatic and reserved by nature, had been hesitant to move in with her boyfriend until he had stated that, “If I have been tolerant of your sex stuff, can’t you try to be tolerant of what I want, too?” Since then, the couple had been living together, though Kelly still paid rent on her apartment in town for appearances, and for the rare occasions when she wanted privacy, or her family visited. Now that they were moving to the city together, however, they would be giving up even that secondary source of comfort in the event that the relationship went south. Though Eric wouldn’t readily admit it, Kelly having the second apartment had meant that the relationship could be ‘backed out’ of without too much issue, something much harder to do once they were living together without another apartment or home to move back into.

Remembering the ‘diaper deal’ of the past, and knowing that Kelly had slowly but surely started to sneak diapers into her backpack, or around the apartment more often than the once-per-week she had originally stated she wanted in the ‘diaper deal’ they’d made a long time before, Eric was relatively certain he knew what she was asking about. Eric took a stab in the dark: “I’m probably safe to assume this is diaper related?”

Kelly dropped eye contact and turned beet-red, confirming his suspicion. “It’s…I mean, I know we made a deal about me moving in here and it’s been great, it really has…but…I was wondering whether you might be willing to do something else for me, since I’m moving to the city with you even without a real job or anything.”

Again, Eric knew there was subtext in what she said. She didn’t want admit it to him, but he knew she preferred smaller-town living, and would like to take her degree in Education and move somewhere more like the suburbs, or somewhere rural. Instead, she had agreed to move to the city with him, and this time asked for nothing in return from him. Unlike when she had been found wearing diapers, and had asked for Eric’s blessing to be diapered part-time in their relationship to indulge her fetish, Kelly had asked for nothing from him when she agreed to give up on her own desires to live in a smaller city, and follow her own path. At the time, Eric had known that would likely come back to haunt him, but now he wasn’t sure what she wanted, specifically, in return for her willingness to follow his career instead of her own.

Eric was hesitant as he broached the topic saying, “I…I mean, can I hear what it is, first? I expect I’ll be fine with it, I just…I want to know what you’re talking about before I say anything.”

Kelly nodded, and gulped. Her eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at Eric. “I was wondering if…when we move to the city…would you be OK if I went 24/7?”

Eric didn’t think he understood. “What do you mean ’24/7′”

Kelly gulped again and squeaked out, “As in wear diapers full-time, 24/7. I wear them and maybe even…uh, maybe even use them. Full time. Well, not for…you know, number two. Just to start, like, number one. Peeing. ”

Eric was confused: He knew she liked the feel of diapers, and he’d caught her engaging in some infantilist acts, though she’d never really discussed why she occasionally sucked her thumb, or spoke like a baby for a few minutes during their cuddle-sessions. Still, it didn’t surprise him that she might like the idea of using diapers, even if the thought of going from never using them to using them full-time seemed extreme. He admitted as much, stating, “I mean…I don’t mind the diaper thing or whatever, and I know you’re doing a lot for me…but it seems sort of strange to want to wear them full time, really. Like…is there a reason?”

Their relationship, built over the last eighteen long months and carefully constructed around Kelly’s fetish and Eric’s desire to keep himself ‘out’ of that particular aspect of her life unless required to be involved, required one thing absolutely: Honesty. It had been the cornerstone of their relationship. When they spoke, particularly alone and in the hush of their shared apartment, they knew it was a space for openness, and honesty, even if it meant admitting uncomfortable truths. Consequently, Kelly nodded and in a rush admitted, “I want to unpotty train myself. I want to be in diapers for good. I…I want to need them, really, to need to wear diapers. ”

Eric nodded back at her and put together the disparate pieces of her conversation. “And you mean ‘do something different in the city’ as in you wear diapers and that becomes just who we are? You even wear them at work, or around town or whatever? And this becomes our whole life, you as if you were incontinent?”

The word ‘incontinent’ coming from his mouth scared and somehow excited Kelly. She, who had spent a lifetime hiding her fetish, and wanting in her heart to be a full-time diaper wearer liked the notion of being, or at least pretending to be, incontinent…and consequently, she liked the idea of what he said even though it sounded alien to her when he said it aloud. Kelly shrugged but said nothing in response to his query, hoping he’d go on and explain his own opinions before she had to keep giving her own. When the silence dragged on she hesitantly blurted the whole truth, “I just want to try it. I’ve wanted to do this for so long and never thought I could, and then you were fine with the diapers and wearing, and I…I just thought maybe this was the time for me to try it. To try to unpotty train.”

Eric wasn’t sure how he felt. “Honestly? I don’t know if I would be OK with that. I mean, you can wear as much as you want, I’m not trying to tell you what to do…you know I care about you, and you know I accept you, fetish and diapers included. But trying to injure yourself? To cripple your own body?”

He was about to go on when Kelly retorted, “I wouldn’t be crippling anything, I just want to unpotty train. Wear and use diapers, not holding back, and see if I can become incontinent like that.”

Eric didn’t understand. In his head, he went back to everything he knew about the body: He didn’t think just not holding her bladder for a few days or weeks would do much, particularly after years of learning to control the bladder unconsciously. So, to him, the notion of ‘unpotty training’ sounded like Kelly was trying to hurt herself, or cripple her bladder somehow. “I don’t think that can even happen, Kel. I mean, really, there’s a big difference between wearing diapers full-time and being incontinent. I can handle the diapers, sure, but not you going on some quest to injure your body and lose control or whatever.”

She didn’t like where the conversation was going and tried again to clarify herself. “No, I’m not trying to hurt myself. I want to lose control naturally. I’m not going to get surgery, or wear a catheter for a year or something, or anything like I read to you in those diaper stories…I just want to see if maybe listening to some files and wearing full-time takes away my potty training. And…are you OK with that?”

Eric didn’t believe that it would work, and felt the idea of her in diapers full-time sounded strange, though not so strange that he couldn’t deal with it. “I guess…I guess I’m fine with that? But you know you won’t lose your potty training like that. It’s just not how it works. People in comas, or with brain damage don’t all lose their control. Weak muscles, maybe, but not permanent, I don’t think.”

Annoyed that he was nitpicking and arguing about the plausibility, instead of addressing the larger issue of whether he was OK with the idea, Kelly insisted, “I KNOW it can work.” Using a phrase she nearly always resorted to when trying to convince Eric of something, she exclaimed, “I would bet money on it.”

And with that statement, Eric had an idea. “What else would you bet on it, then?” Kelly raised an eyebrow in response and waited for him to go on, as he clearly had something else in mind to say. “Would you even bet your diapers on it?”

Kelly smiled at the thought. She was confident it could work, and had read too many diaper-stories and sites claiming it worked for her to doubt the possibility. “Sure. If you’re really not sure about this….If I wear for two months and don’t have any loss of control, would you say that’s proof of my intention, and that I’m right? I wear until we move, and if I lose control I get to keep wearing once we move? Full time?”

Eric shook his head. “No way! I mean, I love you, but then you could just pretend you lost control and the bet wouldn’t even matter.” He knew that her diapers were important to her for reasons he didn’t always understand (even if he tried to accept them). Still…the more he thought about the idea of her wearing and needing diapers the more he was worried. Consequently, he was looking for a way to discourage her without actively telling her he refused, and overriding her.

Kelly furrowed her brow, trying to think of a response. With a sudden bright grin she looked up. “And if I asked you to try it, then? Would you be willing?”

The thought of wearing diapers wasn’t as strange to Eric as it might be to most people. After his girlfriend had worn around him for so long, it was almost normal to him, and since he wasn’t worried about his summer plans, he even considered it. He even evilly thought, ‘I can even keep holding like normal and tell her it didn’t work, whether it would or not.’ He offered his hand as if to shake on it, and told Kelly, “If you are willing to bet the diapers on it for good, I’d agree to it.”

Kelly reached her hand towards his and stopped. “But…how do I know you won’t fake me out, then?”

She had clearly seen into his plan, and this left Eric annoyed for a half second before he came up with a compromise. “Then we both do it. You’d know, then, if you lost any control, and I’d know if I did…and if we both go through it, we’ll decide at the end of two months if it worked or not.”

Kelly smiled a devilish smile, knowing that her plan had worked drastically better than she’d hoped: Not only would she be diapered full-time, but so would her boyfriend, something she’d never managed to tell him openly she really wanted. “Agreed then!” she exclaimed, shaking his hand.

She immediately stood and ran to her closet in their shared room, returning in mere moments with a package of diapers in each hand. In her right hand was the thin ‘depends’ he knew she’d been wearing when she thought he didn’t know, and in the left was an unopened pack of Abena M4 briefs, the diapers she wore when she showed them off to him. They were always rather large on her, but the smaller size didn’t fit over her relatively curvaceous hips as well, which is why she preferred the larger, puffier M4 size. “So, these might be a tiny bit tight…but I think they’d fit you?”

When Eric didn’t immediately disagree, she moved a step closer, and dropped the depends to the floor. “These are the depends I’ve been wearing lately. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve…I’ve really wanted to be diapered more lately. And this is definitely what I want. I promise, you’re going to love it too. Really.”

When Eric raised a quizzical eyebrow, she smirked, and pushed him backwards to lie down on the couch. “I promise,” she intoned, reaching a hand towards his belt buckle. When Eric instinctively reached to stop her, she swatted his hand away playfully. “How about this: If you’re really not sure about it, I’ll…make it worth your while.” With that promise in hand, Eric’s hands dropped to his side. He allowed her then to slide open his belt, and unbutton his pants. Lying on the couch with her kneeling to the side felt strange, and different than his normal way of generally playing the controlling figure in their sexual relationship. When his belt was undone and pants unbuttoned and unzipped, suddenly Kelly stopped and dashed out of the room, calling back, “Oh, one second!”

She returned a few seconds later with a large white bottle of baby powder and a large pink bottle of baby lotion in her hands. She dropped these to the side of the couch as she again knelt next to Eric, and continued pulling his pants down his legs. When she started to pull his pants, they were stuck against the couch. “Scooch” she commanded, pushing him to lift his butt. Still, the pants stuck, so she stood and went to the side of the couch, grabbing the ends of his pants and yanking them off with a long pull, bringing his boxers off with them.

Now naked from the waist down and feeling much less confident about the agreement he had made with her regarding the diapers, his hands again instinctively reached to his groin, this time covering his testes and cock. When Kelly came back to his side, and noticed this, she clucked her tongue, and decided to make sure Eric felt more at ease.

Looking down on him with a smile, she asked, “Am I too clothed for you? Maybe you’re feeling a bit exposed with me still fully clothed…” Her voice was airy as she teased, “So I better help you relax.” She reached her hands to her collar and pulled her shirt over her head in a single languid motion. She was now standing in her form-fitting jeans and purple bra, with her hair slightly mussed in loose curls around her neck. When she noticed Eric’s face become more intrigued and less uncomfortable, she smiled, which in turn he noticed as well. Together more comfortable than a moment before, the situation seemed less strange and more…somehow attractive to him. He felt himself growing more erect, but said nothing as Kelly moved her hands to her hips and slid her thumbs into the sides of her jeans. First one side, then the other was slowly scooched down her legs, revealing a pair of matching dark purple panties. She carefully then stepped out of her jeans, and kicked them to the side.

Now she knelt down, and tore open the new pack of Abena diapers, reaching her hand in to get one. Slowly, she turned and faced away from Eric, giving him a perfect view of her backside. She unfurled the diaper, and made a long show of sprinkling the inside of the diaper with powder, and rubbing the powder in, all while he ass was perfectly on display for Eric, whose excitement had grown so that he was now fully erect and excited.

When she felt the diaper was properly powdered, and that she’d given Eric enough time to stare at her rather ample backside (something she had felt was a bad thing until she’d realized, at the start of their relationship, how attractive Eric clearly found her large hips and larger ass), she turned around slowly, and gave him a knowing, wicked grin. “Feeling better, now?” she asked.

Eric nodded and reached a hand towards her, placing it against her thigh, and lightly brushing it up her leg towards her panties. With the diaper in one hand, she pushed the hand back down with the other and wagged a finger at him. “Nope. I told you I’d make it worth it to wear the diaper, not to just wait for it.” She reached her hands seductively between his legs and placed the diaper under him, tapping on the side of his leg to signal for him to lift himself over it. He immediately did, something she noticed with a sense of immense satisfaction, and something that also made her own juices flow, quite literally, as she found herself turned on at the thought of finally diapering her boyfriend.

With his diaper underneath him, she reached for the powder again and gently sprinkled a bit into her hands. Carefully and slowly, slow enough she knew without a doubt that she would be driving him mad to a degree, she patted the powder into his groin, and onto his backside. Then, taking the baby lotion, she squirted some of the fragrant balm into her hands and rubbed it between her hands, explaining, “Wouldn’t want you to be too cold, would we?”

Once the lotion was warmed enough for her taste, she grasped his now erect member and slowly moved her hand from the base of the shaft to the tip, lingering slightly at the end as she came back down. After one single stroke, she felt him tense, and saw him close his eyes. ‘Good,’ she thought, ‘If he gets used to this maybe he’ll enjoy it as much as I have been.’ As soon as she stopped, his eyes opened, and he turned his head to make clearer eye contact with him. Something in his look told her what he wanted, so she took the diaper gathered around him and used it to slightly wipe his penis, removing the lotion she’d just applied.

“I know what you want,” she admitted, “and I guess you’ve earned it if you’re willing to take a chance on this whole thing…” In a quick motion she pulled back the diaper, exposed his penis again, and took the head of it into her mouth, careful to keep her lips covering her teeth, and maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. Her hands remained on the base of his shaft, and she slowly sucked up and down over the head of his manhood.

Then she began to suck, rhythmically bobbing her head up and down, and matching her speed with slow strokes of her hands. Up and down, maintaining eye contact as much as possible as she saw Eric tense and heard the telltale groan escape him, letting her know he was perhaps as turned on now as she’d seen him ever before.

Without intending to, he ended up caressing her cheek as he reached towards her, and she stopped her ministrations for a moment, and found herself almost holding his hand. “See?” she said with a devious and yet somehow enchanting grin on her face, “I told you before that diapers could be sexy”.

Eric nodded, and agreed. “I guess so. If every change is like this, I might even make it for the full months without issue.” He of course didn’t think every change could be this good…but he found himself suddenly much more accepting of the bet/dare than he had been a few minutes earlier.

When he opened his mouth to speak again, Kelly stopped him with another squeeze of her hand on his cock, and a simple kiss to the head. Now, as if trying to get him off as quickly as possible, she set about giving him oral more voraciously than she’d ever done, and even turned her body in such a way that his right hand, which had before caressed her face, now laid gently upon her ass.

Seeing this as an opportunity to try to explore more about their sexual relationship than before, Eric’s hand simply pushed aside her panties, and with his cock in her mouth slowly started to finger her from behind and underneath, one finger gently curling in and out of her wet slit. She let out a moan, which was muffled somewhat by her position on his member, which seemed to urge them both onward in terms of attraction. Taking his pointer finger, he gently pushed his hand towards her hood, as she now used both hands to pump up and down around the base of his shaft, finding herself turned on by his touch, the sight of him sitting atop a diaper, and even the fetishized scent of the baby lotion from where she’d wiped it across him.

When he stuck a second finger gingerly between her legs, and began to curl his fingers slightly inside her, as if trying to make a ‘come hither’ gesture, she found herself almost on the verge of orgasm herself, and took the whole of his cock into her mouth, deep throating him and sucking her as she slowed her pace slightly, using her tongue to caress the head of his penis in her mouth.

With a jerk and a moaned, “I’m..I’m about to come,” from Eric, Kelly sped up slightly, and used both hands to slowly pump his shaft. Normally, she chose to spit or had him ejaculate into a Kleenex or other tissue, but now she was so turned on she found herself sucking harder, wanting him to climax inside her mouth.

When he did, his fingers jerked inside her, and hot load splashed deep into her throat, which she swallowed and sucked, as if daring him to let her miss even a drop. After several spurts and a quiet but guttural gasp from Eric, she used her hands to pump the last of his semen out, into her mouth, and swallowed deeply, turning to look at him as he breathed heavily on the couch beside her.

He was flushed, and in a clear state of post-orgasm bliss when he noticed her stand up completely, using her hand to guide his fingers out of her panties, which she then removed panties completely. She looked down on her suddenly tired boyfriend, and stroked a hand lovingly through his hair. “Now how about we get that diaper secured, baby, sound good?” she asked rhetorically. To his surprise, she then bent down, and pushed her wet pussy close to his face as she straddled his head and began to tape the diaper up almost in a ‘69’ position.

Without any further urging, as his diaper was placed on him and secured by his loving girlfriend, Eric licked slowly up her outside lips, and used grasped her hips firmly with both hands. Planting kisses and sweet, slow licks up her vaginal lips as she finished tidying his diaper area up and readjusting one tab, he ate her out from behind, noting suddenly that he was amazingly turned on at even the slight pressure of the diaper against his skin, and the wafted smell of her sex in his face. With a plunge of his tongue he redoubled his efforts, wanting to give to her the same satisfaction he’d felt himself. He licked up and down her slit, and finally took the same hand he’d used to finger her before and slid the same two fingers into her from behind.

Kelly stood frozen in the same position, straddling his face on the couch, seeing in front of her the incredible sight of her boyfriend wearing a thick Abena diaper, and lapping at her sex with a need, a desire she’d never felt from him before. She knew, then, that however the bet ended, she would never be happy with normal sex alone again. Diapers, now more than ever before, were a turn-on for her. And seeing her boyfriend’s cock starting, only perhaps two minutes after having come, to harden inside his diaper (the word alone attributed to what he was wearing in her mind made her close to climax) was too much for her.

As his fingers and tongue probed deep inside her, and as she stared at the white undergarment on his crotch, Kelly climaxed in a wave, dropping from her more seated position to almost lying flat against him as she orgasmed. For what felt like minutes she sat there, his fingers and tongue teasing her, extending her orgasm, as she grasped onto him for support on the narrow couch seat.

When she finally felt she could tolerate no more, she pulled herself away, and with a grin saw the wetness and juices she’d left upon his face when she stood back up.

With a smile that could win the hearts of any man alive, standing on wobbling legs and with sweat dripping down her body, and her cum dripping from her sex, she bent over and retrieved a diaper from the pack, before turning back to face Ryan.

“Now it’s my turn for a change.”

Chapter 2: Rules and Regulations

Eric’s first night diapered had begun with a climax, literally and figuratively. Having the night start so quickly and sexually left him…uncertain, really, of how to best move forward. After all, here he was, wearing a relatively thick adult diaper while his long-time girlfriend cuddled next to him in her own diaper on the couch, and yet despite the strangeness of the situation his mind was far more focused on the physical sensations of Kelly than anything about his underwear: The warmth of her head resting along his chest, the slight tickle he felt when she moved and her hair dragged along his stomach. The only sensation he really noticed from the diaper was the unusual warmth and softness encasing him within his new undergarments.

Each moment that he sat there, wondering what to say next, how to proceed with this strange agreement and what he might be able to do to tap into that unusually intense, extreme erotic energy that Kelly seemed to be practically bursting with at the moment, was confusing. Contrastingly, Kelly seemed entirely comfortable sitting in her diaper, cuddling on the couch, with the TV on. She didn’t ask for anything, she didn’t move, and didn’t seem to be acting like anything was amiss, or different. It wasn’t until almost an hour had passed since she’d been diapered and they’d returned to watching TV that the situation changed. She seemed content and peaceful in a way that Eric rather envied, and at some unconscious level reminded him that being diapered, for whatever reason, was how Kelly liked feeling best.

He didn’t want to admit it, but her laying across his stomach and chest, as well as the drink he’d had with dinner, left him with a slowly growing need to pee. Sliding his arm from around Kelly, Eric pulled himself into a more comfortable seating position and started to hoist himself off the couch. Kelly responded by wrapping her arms around him, and in a sort of play-fight position pulled him back to the couch. “Kelly?” Eric asked, confused.

“Don’t go!” she whined at him, playfully. “I can tell you need to pee. But we agreed, diapers.”

Eric knew he’d agreed, but it hadn’t been a fully-conscious choice to stand: It was a habit. He needed to urinate, so he was going to go to the bathroom. When Kelly reminded him that his bathroom was now well-attached to his waist, he settled back onto the couch and stared at her, an eyebrow raised skeptically. “So…I just…let it go, then? On the couch?” The words coming from his mouth sounded alien, and the idea itself, of just letting go seemed entirely foreign. It was a strange combination of dirty, guilty, and yet exciting? He knew he wasn’t interested in diapers like she was, but the idea still left him feeling strange…maybe, he quietly thought to himself, because his first association with diapers had been the incredible blowjob he’d gotten from Kelly. Starting the evening like that had left him with some very positive diaper-related associations.

Kelly stared back, her eyes rather conniving and devious. With a wicked smile she nodded, slowly. “Yep. That’s the deal we made, letting it go here on the couch.”

Eric furrowed his brow, and tried to lay back and get comfortable. “It’s fine. I don’t really have to go badly, anyway.” He wasn’t lying, though the sensation wasn’t as minor as he was attempting to imply.

Kelly responded to this statement by poking him in the side near his kidney. “No, no, no! You agreed we’d unpotty train. That means not holding it.” She pointed a finger towards his groin. “No holding it, and you have to do the same unpotty training I do, or it won’t be even between us. You agreed.” Her voice was unusually plaintive, like she was trying to remind him of something he should already know.

Eric, however, hadn’t fully grasped what the idea of ‘untraining’ meant. So, he tried to clarify. “So…I can’t hold it in, then? Completely let loose, whenever?”

Kelly nodded and sat herself up now, turning on the couch to face him. “Yeah. If you’re really going to do this…” she let her voice trail off, waiting for confirmation. Eric nodded, and shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, seemingly to signal his agreement. When he did this, a bright smile shot across her face and Kelly launched into a surprisingly well-thought out explanation.

“Ok, so I’ve been thinking about this for a while now…and I mean, I didn’t think you’d be doing it too, but if we’re going to do it together, you should do everything I do, right? Sound fair?” Again Eric nodded, allowing her to continue. “Right, and that means following this little program I found online. A sort of diaper training thing, like, you know, unpotty training program or whatever.” She held up her hands and ticked fingers off to make a list. “First, you wear diapers 24/7 except when you’re in the shower, or getting changed.” She ticked off the first finger. “Next, you let go, no muscle control. Basically, you don’t even try to pee, you just let it go completely. I’m not saying you go potty whenever you feel the need, I’m saying you let it happen and don’t use your muscles at all.” Though the word ‘potty’ made Eric feel suddenly more conflicted about what he’d agreed to, he said nothing as she ticked off her second finger. “Third, and this is a big one, we are going to listen to some tapes at night, because the websites I’ve found say it helps you unpotty train faster. We just have these tapes running as we sleep and it helps us unpotty train, with like hypnosis.” This didn’t bother Eric either, since he knew enough to doubt that hypnosis worked at all, much less on someone who wasn’t actually going to want it to work. Despite the claims of magicians and stage shows, most hypnosis was hokem, and particularly the stuff you could find online seemed doubtful at best. So, he nodded at this and signaled Kelly to tick off yet another finger. “Finally, and this is probably going to be a hard one, you have to get comfortable and redefine yourself as unpotty trained. Like, if you’re in a wet diaper, and you feel the need to pee, you can’t choose to not go, because you aren’t allowed to think about it like that. You just let go, and if you leak, it happens. Or, if you went to the doctor, you’d tell them you were incontinent or something, because it’s important you don’t stop wearing diapers when you’re unpotty training. You know, you don’t want to train yourself while you’re untraining.”

At the end of the speech, with this last point being presented, Eric felt the natural walls in his brain go up: It was one thing to indulge Kelly’s fantasy to prove her wrong about unpotty training, and to prove to her that maybe really wearing diapers 24/7 might not be fun… that made sense. But seeing yourself that way? Letting yourself leak, or agreeing to define himself as incontinent? That…that felt somehow different. He opened his mouth to admit his concerns when Kelly held up her hand to shut him up.

“Now, I know that probably sounds crazy, babe. I mean…I really do.” Eric had to admit that, yes, it did sound rather crazy. But, after a long time of knowing she was into diapers, and her asking him about it so honestly, so passionately…it didn’t seem as crazy as it might have a year ago. In fact, he admitted to himself sheepishly, the weirdest part was how her referring to him as ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ made him feel so infantile now that he was diapered.

He shook himself back to attention as she continued her explanation. “And I know this all is something you’re doing for me, not for you, and I’m asking a lot of you right now, so I was thinking for the last hour or so about how I could make this something we can both enjoy, and I think I figured it out.” She scooted herself closer to Eric, and placed a hand on his shoulder. She leaned close, and lightly kissed him on the cheek, before whispering the rest of her plan to him. “So I say…for as long as you try this without cheating, this summer, I’ll treat you…” she paused for a minute and kissed his neck gently, “like…” she kissed him again, and through his diaper ran her hand over his cock, “a king.” She kissed his neck and nibbled lightly at his ear before pulling back and putting now both hands on his shoulders, staring intently into his eyes. Inwardly, she hid a smile. ‘Like a king,’ she thought to herself, ‘or a baby, being taken care of. But what boy doesn’t want to be taken care of, and made to feel special? He’ll love it.’

Seeing the look of interest on his face, and the raised eyebrow that indicated his willingness to hear her out, she tried to clarify herself and repeated her sincerity. “I mean it, too. This is a big favor, a big request that I know you’re probably not a fan of, so I will reward you back for going through with it. That means sex on your terms, that means me taking care of all the chores around the apartment, that means you choosing our movies, our food, whatever you want. Anything that isn’t just downright crazy, if you ask for it while you’re doing this with me, you get it. I mean it.”

The notion of having Kelly agree to anything he said sounded pretty spectacular, though it did send off a few alarms in his head when she declared her promise to him. He openly admitted as much as he stated, “Well…now I’m worried, because you wouldn’t be saying this unless you really thought I was going to hate it.” The paranoid part of his brain made the connection between her making a big promise like she was and the associated ‘strings’ of the promise. When she agreed to move in, she’d made him agree to accept and try to come to terms with her fetish. It was a trade, relatively equal: He accommodated her desires while she accommodated his. Now, though, she was talking about making his every wish come true, without question, for months on end. That implied, then, that he would be giving up something she thought he’d value equally…or that he’d dislike equally. The thought of her doing everything for him sounded nice on paper, but the agreement was so strange, so far beyond what they were used to bargaining and arguing about that Eric couldn’t help but be somewhat worried.

Kelly tried to assuage his fears, explaining, “No, nothing like that, honey. It’s just…well, I know that the diapers always sort of put you off, and I appreciated you being fool about it before. But…but this is something I’ve had to deal with since I was really young. I never even thought I’d find a guy who would tolerate my fetish, much less agree to try unpotty training, or doing a challenge like this with me. And you agreed that if I lost control, you’d let me go full-time diapered, right? But, if you don’t unpotty train with me, then you might doubt me, and…god, this is so hard to explain. What I mean is, I want to do this stuff for you. I really WANT to.” Her voice got louder and more confident as she explained, “Because if you actually do this with me, if you tolerate it for a month, and experience why I like it, then maybe I wouldn’t feel like such a bad girlfriend for wanting to do something you don’t seem to be into?  It’s like…in my head, it feels like if I can convince you to do this with me, then I won’t have to worry about you hating me for having this fetish in the future.”

Eric didn’t quite understand, but the tone of voice, and the surprisingly self-hating language she used won him over. He reached out back to her and pulled Kelly into a tight embrace. “Kelly…I don’t hate you for liking diapers, or wanting to try this. I mean, yeah, I won’t pretend I’m used to it, or it seems normal, but I don’t hate you. I don’t think I could hate you, really. So…yeah, fine. I’ll do this with you. Even with your rules, I’ll agree to it. But can I ask one question, just to make sure I understand?”

Kelly nodded, and pulled back. “I…of course, babe. Anything.”

Eric smiled nervously and pulled a hand over to massage his own shoulder as he awkwardly asked, “This is just for, you know, peeing, right? Like…I can still go to the bathroom for, like, other stuff?”

Kelly laughed aloud quickly, then covered her mouth. “Oh my god! Yes, I totally thought you understood. No, I mean, it’s fine to go to the bathroom if you want to, and I don’t plan to use the diapers for that stuff either. But…but if we’re out somewhere and I did use the diaper, like, for number two….would that be too much for you? I’m not saying you have to change me, or take care of me, or whatever, I can take care of myself…but would it gross you out too much to handle?”

Honestly, Eric thought it might be too much for him, but tried to phrase his honest answer as nicely as well as nonspecifically as possible. “Babe, I can’t say it doesn’t weird me out more, but I’ll be as supportive as possible throughout this whole situation. For a month, then, unpotty training.” As they always did when making one of their bargains, he held out a pinky for a pinky swear.

Kelly held back. “I thought you agreed to two months, before. Like, until we move to the city.”

Eric decided to agree, but with a caveat. “Fine then. Until we move, whether that’s one month or two. Does THAT sound fair?”

Kelly nodded and offered her pinky, locking with his and nodding, rather comically solemn. Then, without warning, she shoved herself over and pushed Eric back onto his back, lying down on the couch.  Laying on top of him, she placed on elbow underneath herself to prop herself up, and placed the other on top of his diaper, and gave him an entreating look. “So…does that mean you start now, then?”

Eric didn’t know how to let go in this position, but he nodded and tried to relax. However, the position on his back, facing up, and with his girlfriend in a bra and diaper on top of him left him unable to pee, and after around 30 seconds of awkward silence he admitted that to Kelly, who scrunched up her face looking disappointed, and crawled back off of him. She then hopped to  the floor and pulled Eric into a standing position, and put her hands around his shoulders as they stood, facing each other. In his head, Eric found amusement as his hands went to her hips, and he felt like he was standing in a middle-school dancing position. He swayed his hips, dancing almost, when Kelly explained, “No, not dancing. Peeing. You need to learn to get used to letting go lying down, but for now you can try it standing up, if it’s easier.”

Eric nodded, and closed his eyes, trying his hardest to relax his muscles enough to pee.  Again, after several seconds, he felt nothing, but standing with his arms around Kelly, he kept going, kept trying. After a few seconds, he felt a slight pressure growing in his groin, almost like his need to pee was growing. Then, he felt it, the slight pressure that signaled the pee was coming. After several more quiet seconds, a light stream began in his diaper, and he was instantly shocked at the sensation of warmth, and spreading heat in his groin. Contrary to what he expected, it felt only warm, not wet, or disgusting as he feared. When he opened his eyes, he found Kelly staring at his crotch with a rapt look of excitement on her face.

When she raised her eyes to his, he saw a look of anxious happiness on her face that he didn’t understand, until she leaned close and murmured, “Well…I know you might be in a wet diaper, but I promise you aren’t the only one wet right now.”

He broke the mood accidentally when he asked, “So can I get changed now?”

With a laugh, Kelly answered, “I mean, I won’t stop you, but it’s probably a waste to get changed after just one small wetting, and so quickly. If you’re going to do this, you’re going to need to get used to a lot more than that.” She then plopped back onto the couch, and patted the seat next to her for Eric to sit in.

He plopped to the couch, and found Kelly’s hands guiding him to lie down, with his head in her lap. It was unusual, since she tended to cuddle up to him instead of vice-versa, but he went with it, knowing this evening was likely just the start of the changes in their relationship. As she turned the TV back on and restarted Netflix playing, he found himself admitting, rather unexpectedly, that lying on her lap, with a warm, slightly used diaper around his waist, was a surprisingly comfortable position to be in.

* * *

Two hours after setting up the ground-rules, Kelly finally had to pee. She quickly relaxed, and with the previous practice she’d had in diapers (including the wearing-at-work experience she didn’t think Eric knew about) she was able to wet. She decided, quite quickly, that she was going to tell Eric, who was still lying with his head on her thigh. When she looked down, however, she found her boyfriend asleep, apparently not sufficiently interested in the movie to stay awake.

It occurred to Kelly then that Eric had gone along with her request much more easily than she’d have expected: He was not only comfortable wearing a diaper, but he seemed fine to use it, and had gone along with several aspects of the agreement she hadn’t expected him to assent to, such as listening to the hypnosis files at night, agreeing to wear full-time, and even to trying to at least inwardly define himself as incontinent. All of what he’d agreed to, she felt, was a loving gesture on his part: His way of saying that, if she cared about diapers, he’d give it a good try.

Consequently, she was feeling rather good about how the situation had played out, and how Eric had responded, and decided to do something nice to show her sincerity about trying to make his life ‘better’ and ‘do whatever he wanted’ while he went along with the diapering. She’d never have admitted it aloud, but another reason she wanted to do so much for Eric was because she hoped that by making his life happy, fun, and easy, he would start to associate diapers with the same comfort, excitement, and joy she felt when wearing them. It was, she tried hard not to admit to herself, her own sort of attempt at Pavlovian conditioning.

And when she noticed that his skin felt slightly cool to the touch, she decided to cover him with a blanket, trying carefully to extricate herself from their position and put a pillow under his head without waking him.

This failed.

Instead, she managed to move her thigh, have Eric’s head fall to the couch, and immediately after, have him jerk awake, fall off the couch completely, and look around confusedly for several seconds. When he spoke, it was with a confused and irritated voice which immediately asked, “What the…where…fuck?”

The image of her boyfriend wrapped up in the blanket, on his hands in knees in a wet diaper and looking around confused was too amusing for Kelly to pass up on, and she immediately burst into guffaws.

Eric, to his credit, responded nicely enough, pulling himself back to the couch and staring grumpily at Kelly without saying anything else. He started to settle back into a sleeping position, ready to fall back asleep, when Kelly reminded him of his state with a quick query. “So…do you want a change now, babe?”

Eric, in a rush remembering his situation and noticing the cool feeling of the now long-wet diaper, nodded and stood up awkwardly, shuffling towards the bathroom.

Deciding now was as good a time as any to start trying to increase Eric’s enjoyment of being diapered, Kelly followed after him unhooking her bra while he faced away from her. She stopped only long enough to pick up the pack of diapers, lotion, and powder and carried the whole mess into their bedroom, where she shut off the light while Eric walked himself into their shared bathroom.

“Babe? The lights?” he asked, confused. He heard a shuffling sound, and quickly found Kelly’s reaching hands reaching for his diaper in the dark. He started to protest, saying, “I can change myself, I guess I need to figure out how to change and-“ but was cut off before finishing his statement when Kelly pressed against him, her soft breasts and warm breath warming and exciting him.

“Kelly bean?” he asked, using his private nickname for her. Normally, after the sort of session they’d had that afternoon, Kelly might not want sex again for a day or two. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sex, it was just that he liked it far more often, and she was normally willing to indulge him often, but rarely so soon after both he and she had cum that afternoon.

Deciding to go with it, he reached for the wall and flipped on the bathroom light switch. When he noticed that she was in her own very wet diaper, and saw his reflection diapered in the mirror, he was quickly reminded that however fun her behavior was, it came with a sort of ‘price’. He didn’t hate the idea of wearing diapers, but it was still new, and strange to him. Nonetheless, he went along with it when Kelly pushed him backwards, stepping into the shower. When she reached for his waist, he froze, hoping she’d go immediately for his cock, already starting to rise, but instead was disappointed when she went for the sides of his hips, and started to undo the diaper.

She stopped, and asked, “Does my li’l guy need to make potty, before we remove his diaper?”

Eric didn’t like the baby-talk, but found himself too focused on the idea of her hands on him, or the potential for shower-sex to say anything but, “Er, I’m fine.”

She brought her finger to his face and tapped him on the nose. “Is baby sure? I know babies can’t always tell when they need to use the potty.”

Again, Eric found her words strange and unusual, but going along with it simply smiled and tried to relax, closing his eyes. The problem was, with his growing erection, he couldn’t pee, and after a mere 5 seconds said as much. “Well…I might have to, but I don’t think I can right now, if you know what I mean?”

Kelly nodded and then ripped the diaper off him in a single jerk, tearing the tapes at the sides and tossing the diaper to the floor outside the shower itself. She then slowly undid her own diaper, and tossed it behind her, before bending down in front of Eric, rubbing her ass against his groin as she did so, turning on the water. “Well maybe after baby gets clean he can go potty,” she teased, drawing the shower curtain as she turned the now-hot water on in the shower.

For the next several minutes, they kissed and reached around each other in the shower, letting the warm water drip down their skin. Their lovemaking didn’t progress until rather suddenly, Kelly slipped in the shower when she tried to wrap one leg around Eric’s.

Her slip pulled her down, though he managed to catch her before she hurt herself. Lowering her to the shower floor, they laughed at the strangeness of their situation. From her seated position, Kelly had a good position to grab Eric by his member and started to slowly work her hand up and down his shaft.

Eric responded with quaking legs and for a moment he thought he might slip as well, which led to him kneeling in the shower and pulling Kelly back to a standing position. She tried to pull him down, but when he gave her a look and placed one hand on her right hip, turning her slightly so she was in a sort of crawling position, she understood.  Getting up, and placing her hands on the back shower wall, she looked over her shoulder and seductively bit her lip.

Eric immediately took the hint and placed one hand on each hip, and slowly guided himself to her slit, running his cock up and down slowly but forcefully. Kelly let out an involuntary moan, which turned to a near-squeal when Eric pressed himself an inch into her, her own juices and the water of the shower making her slick, and her own excitement and the position leaving her panting in mere seconds.

Eric pushed himself, inch by inch into her until his pubic bone met her ass, and then held himself there, trying to control himself. The sensation, the sexuality of the day, and the shower sex (something he adored and felt was far too infrequent in their relationship) made him feel overwhelmed, and he had to hold still to avoid climaxing too quickly. He inwardly cursed himself for not having a condom, though he knew Kelly was on birth control. He still preferred a condom to keep himself excited for longer, something he’d never been willing to admit to Kelly aloud.

Still, once he regained his composure, he found himself able to keep going, and he took a deep breath as he drew himself out, slowly, and took a firm grip of Kelly’s hips.  She turned back to look at him and said, her voice breathy and tight, “See what good fun comes with wearing diapers?”

Eric, who would normally have found her comment strange, couldn’t help but admit that even a few hours in diapers had been titillating and exciting, and it definitely left Kelly more excited than he was normally accustomed to. He responded back, his own voice higher pitched and excited, “If it’s like this all the time, I’m going to enjoy myself.”

He was frozen, his cock pressed perhaps an inch inside her, as Kelly responded with a laugh and by turning back to the wall. “Oh baby,” she cooed at him, “you are in for a treat.” She proceeded to pump herself back and forth against him, leaving Eric to simply brace himself against the shower wall and try to control himself. She was so hot, tight, and, he admitted it, wonderful smelling. The scent of her sex, her juices and the clean smell of the shower left him enraptured at the smell. In a split-second decision, he found himself smacking her right ass cheek once, like a light spanking. Kelly gasped and then increased her speed, pumping back and forth hard against Eric with louder moans now escaping her lips.

“Oh, baby,” she gasped breathily, “I…I know we don’t…but, fuck, just spank me.” She bounced back and forth, trying and failing to stifle the moans and squeals escaping her lips as she neared her own orgasm.

It wasn’t their normal behavior, and spanking wasn’t something they’d done before, but Eric went along with gusto. He slapped her on the rear again, and called at her, “Oh, god Kelly, keep going.”

She responded by slightly slowing the pace, a sure-fire sign she was nearing her orgasm as she pulled one arm from the wall and grasped her own wet, bouncing breasts. In a burst, Eric felt her orgasm rip through her, the quivering of her vagina and the sudden moans of ecstasy bringing him close to the brink as well. Still, he held on, making sure to keep pumping once Kelly stopped her own motion, knowing that each deep stroke furthered and prolonged her climax.

After several long seconds, her knees quivered and she leaned back off the wall, while Eric threw his hands around her and supported her as she finished her orgasm. He kept pumping, her arched back and quivering flesh exciting him further. The sight of her, spent and exhausted from her own climax brought him to the edge of his own, and he slowed himself, finishing inside of her as she reached a hand behind her and pulled his face towards hers for a kiss. From their position, he managed only to kiss her neck, which she responded to with excitement, and after several seconds he was spent. He slowly pulled out of her, and she turned to face him.

She grabbed his face with both her hands and he wrapped his arms around her, planting kiss after kiss on her lips, sharing breath as the gasped and panted in shared bliss.

Almost reflexively, Kelly then reached her hand down and grasped Eric’s shaft, wringing the last spasms of orgasm from him with her wet, gentle hands.

When they both regained their breath, they simply held each other close for several seconds, their breath slowing, though their kissing never stopped. Eventually, Kelly reached for the washcloth hanging from the rack under the shower head and quickly cleaned herself and Eric, paying special attention to their diaper areas.

Perhaps fortunately, she was almost completely shaved already, as she preferred the way she looked shaved, while Eric was tightly trimmed, with only a light stubble of hair anywhere remaining on his crotch, something Kelly had suggested he start doing as she found it the most exciting look for her personal favor.

When she decided they were both clean, she took Eric’s hand and led him out of the shower. She tossed him a towel, which Eric decided to use on her instead of on himself. Slowly and lovingly, he toweled his girlfriend dry, kneeling down to dry off her legs for a minute. Stealing a quick kiss, he knelt into her sex, and planted a single long kiss, ending in a lick across her labia before standing and wrapping the tower behind her and pulling her close with it.

Kelly spoke first, telling him, “So, this is sort of the last chance to back out now…if you diaper up tonight, I expect you to at least last a month before chickening out, baby.”

Eric responded with a grin, and began toweling himself dry as he backed off. “I…I guess I’m in, then. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this…excited before. And really, you’re turning me on more now than I can remember since we first got together. You’re like an animal, Kelly Bean. Really. It’s….incredible. But, I gotta say…not so sure on the baby talk thing. Not sure it’s for me.”

Kelly gave a mock-pouting look and admitted, “But…Kelly bean likes to talk cute with her baby.”

Eric started to protest again, starting, “And calling me babe is a lot different than baby, you know. I’m not so sure-“

Kelly cut him off leaning in and kissing him on the mouth to shut him up. Throwing her arms over his shoulders and pulling him close she admitted, “I know, and it’s a conscious decision…but unless you feel strongly about it, I kind of find it…fun? Is that OK, baby?”

Eric scrunched his brow and screwed his face into a serious look but found himself nodding, almost unconsciously. “Fine, fine,” he assented, “If you’re into it, I guess I can get used to it.” ‘Which, I guess is sort of the theme of the month, apparently’ he concluded to himself.

With a twirl and a dash out of the bathroom, Kelly called back over her shoulder, “Now you get in here and lie down on the bed, mister. Until I teach you how to diaper yourself, I’m in charge of your changing. I’ll toss the used diapers out from the bathroom once we’re clean, but for now you march your butt in here!”

With a sarcastic over-the-top sigh and a roll of his eyes, Eric followed into the bedroom, momentarily thinking to himself that so far, every diaper change had been pretty spectacular. He didn’t even notice, for example, that within a single day, the thought of changing into a diaper went from strange and alien to rather…exciting.

He laid down on the bed and kicked his feet into the air so Kelly could diaper him and laid back with a smile on his face. ‘Maybe,’ he thought inwardly, ‘this isn’t going to be that bad.’

Chapter 3: Adjustments

Because Eric had already fallen asleep wearing his diaper on Kelly’s lap, she assumed that going to bed that night would be easy for both of them. However, when Eric got into bed that night, she heard him restlessly flipping over, adjusting, and the added sound of his diaper constantly crinkling made his discomfort particularly noticeable. After nearly twenty restless, silent minutes Kelly flipped over and faced Eric and found that he was staring straight back at her, a pensive look on his face.

“What?” she asked, apprehensive.

Eric responded slowly, “I…I guess I just don’t think this is comfortable, or whatever.” His added ‘or whatever’ told Kelly more than anything else. He was thinking….a lot. Probably more than he was letting on.

“Well…I was going to wait until we got used to sleeping like this, but the hypnosis tapes I have are really good at helping me get tired and comfy. Like, they walk you through the whole ‘getting sleepy’ thing?” She saw no response from Eric and continued, “If you want, I could put them on?”

Eric didn’t think that would really help, since the tapes would be just another reminder of his diapered state. Now that he wasn’t actively getting pampered or turned on…the diapers felt strange. Large. Hard to sleep in. But he had agreed to try this for Kelly, and was extremely confident that it wasn’t going to work anyway, so he knew he just needed to be patient for a few weeks and he’d be able to prove himself to her and maybe even get out of the diapering-related sex stuff she liked if she agreed. So, with a long-suffering sigh he assented. “I mean, sure. If you want.”

Kelly flipped out of bed and slid over to the bookcase on the wall, where her speakers were and plugged her phone in. A moment later, in a voice quiet enough not to likely be heard by neighbors (or if heard, would hopefully be completely indistinct) but loud enough for both Kelly and Eric to hear, the recording started.

Kelly came back to bed, and slid next to Eric. Normally when they slept, they tended to face opposite sides and didn’t cuddle up much. This was purely to stay comfortable temperatures, since Eric tended to burn like a furnace overnight and didn’t need Kelly’s extra heat, and Kelly didn’t always like feeling as warm as she did when Eric was so close.

Tonight, however, as she started the recording, she pulled him close, and almost forced him onto his back to a new position. He normally slept on his side, but she expected some of his discomfort would be magnified by the diaper between his legs on his side, and secretly hoped that getting him to sleep face-up might improve his feelings. Also, with him facing up, she could more easily nestle into the crook of his arm and use Eric as a pillow. Since she wasn’t wearing her normal pajama pants over her diaper, and Eric was wearing a diaper instead of boxers and shorts, she expected they’d be colder anyhow and might be comfortable together.

Eric said nothing as she climbed into the bed again, but made sure to lift his arm when she came close and pulled her in tight. After a brief pause, he reminded her, “You know I love you, right? Diapers and all?”

Kelly looked up at him in the dark, the light of the alarm clock next to the speakers just barely illuminating him well enough to see and nodded, draping her hair gently across his chest. “I know. And I really appreciate all of this.” She kissed his chest. “Really.”

Eric squeezed her gently with one arm and nodded, before closing his eyes completely and listening to the tape as it droned quietly on.

He did his best to listen, though he didn’t seem to realize that Kelly was ignoring the tape. She, who had listened to it unsuccessfully before saw it more as background noise than anything else, while his entire attention was focused on the new words, and suggestions, and commands. And as it spoke to him, quietly, telling him to lay back, and relax, to feel the comfort and warmth of his diaper, the way it felt on him and the way it made him feel secure, loved, and safe, he had to admit to himself that

the tapes did seem rather effective at helping him relax. He fell asleep just as the tape got to the section beyond the main induction, where it had begun to tell him, ‘Today, you realize that you are not able to go without diapers. You want them, and more importantly you need them. You might be able to hold yourself if you tried, but you know in your heart that you need diapers in case you ever have an accident, or a problem.’

The tape went on and on as Eric fell asleep, leaving only Kelly awake huddled into his warm chest, wondering if what she was asking of her boyfriend was acceptable, and OK with her. She knew that if she went through a month of this, she might not be untrained, but she’d be a lot more dependent on diapers than before, and she was worried that Eric might be more dependent than he realized. She had no illusions about him becoming incontinent: Unless he was incredibly suggestible to the hypnosis files, almost unbelievably so, extremely devoted to the untraining, and completely redefining himself as incontinent, she doubted he’d even notice a difference in his continence after a month or so. But…she also knew that there were things people mentioned online that were worth worrying about. For example, the several posts she saw that explained how being ‘incontinent’ and ‘diaper dependent’ were entirely different. Posts about how breaking the diaper habit once it started was harder than people realized…and how more often than not, the hypnosis tapes just made people feel scared without diapers instead of reliant on them, teaching them not to be incontinent but simply worried about accidents more than anything else.

These thoughts filled her head until she noticed a slight crinkle, not from her own diaper, but from Eric’s. Even a few minutes into sleep, apparently listening to the tape far more than she was, she saw in the extremely dim light of the room that he seemed to have an erection in his diaper.

With a sudden smile and sense of relief, she realized she was worrying for nothing. ‘It’s fine,’ she thought to herself. ‘He agreed to it because he was really willing to try it. Probably. I guess. And if I treat him great, and I teach him to think of the fun he’s having and diapers together…even if the month or two end and I don’t feel any potty untraining success, at least then he might be more comfortable with it. Yeah, that’d be nice.’

Deciding that her own worries were something for her to think of tomorrow and to worry less about in general, she finally closed her eyes completely and listened as the tape droned on, telling her, ‘Tomorrow, you will find that whenever you feel the urge to pee, you let it go. It will be almost unconscious, almost natural. And as the days go on, and you listen to this and the other tapes, you will find yourself becoming more and more comfortable being diapered, and will define yourself more and more as incontinent and diaper-dependent.’

Chapter 4: Kelly’s Decision

The next morning, Kelly woke up in a dry diaper. She hated that feeling, because however many times she’d listened to tapes, drunk enormous amounts of water, and simply wished to herself that she could wet the bed, she never did. She had hoped, naively and entirely aware of the fact that it was unlikely, that somehow making the conscious decision to move to being diapered full-time would make her effectively incontinent, or at least a bedwetter. Instead, it had little real effect other than drastically changing how she interacted with Eric.

For example, most mornings if she’d woken up ahead of Eric, she’d have quietly slipped out of bed and gone to the bathroom before getting herself together for work, or a real day. Instead, today she simply peed into her diaper, and found herself staring, thoughtfully, at her boyfriend. She ran through a great many quick thoughts in her head, and found herself wondering why she was so very excited about his participation in this little experiment. It was, strangely enough, not something she’d fully intended beforehand, but now…

The truth was, she found herself more excited about Eric wearing diapers than she was about wearing them herself. That isn’t to say she didn’t love wearing diapers, but somehow the whole idea of him diapered and especially becoming diaper dependent sent a shiver straight down her spine and into her clit. It was like a jolt of extreme stimulation just imagining him having an actual accident, or asking her to change his diaper. After spending an entire lifetime mentally wishing she herself were incontinent, or at least diapered full-time, it was strange that she now felt that her boyfriend being in diapers was just as thrilling, if not moreso, than finding herself wearing full-time.

With these thoughts running through her head, she found herself absentmindedly patting his diapered butt in bed, and being remarkably discouraged by the fact that he was dry. When he rustled and rolled over, opening his eyes and squinting sleepily at her, she found herself rather overwhelmed with how wonderful it felt to wake up her diapered boyfriend, and found herself stating, immediately, “Remember to let go of your bladder, babe!” as soon as she noticed he was awake.

Eric awoke relatively confused and was startled when the first thing he felt was a soft sort of poke on…his diapered butt? And immediately afterwards, he was told to empty his bladder in bed. None of it made sense to him since he was just waking up, but somehow he found that he was immediately able to release his bladder and let go into the awaiting diaper. He was about 2/3rds of the way done peeing before his mind woke enough for him to remember exactly why he was diapered, and what was going on.

As a result of his confusion, he ended up simply mumbling back at Kelly, “Wait…diaper….butt…what?”

Kelly found his confusion endearing, and tried to change her mind over to other topics, but instead found as she stared at her sleepy, confused boyfriend that the idea of him staying in his diaper continued to occupy her mind. So, she decided to act on it and loudly stated, “Today is going to be a good day to get back to real life and see if we can’t get used to the whole wearing thing, right?”

With that, she popped out of bed, scooted towards the shower, and called back over her shoulder, “And remember not to get changed yet! I’ll take care of you. You just relax in bed and I’ll be right back!”

With that, she headed into the shower, and as quietly and discreetly as she could masturbated in the shower in the hope that maybe if her body was sated, her mind might be able to think about something other than her boyfriend, his diapers, and their agreed upon plan to wear for the summer.

* * *

In the end, Kelly’s plan failed. Her mind, in the shower, did move from his diapers to her own, but only because she was busy thinking about one of her favorite fantasies (of her being forced into diapers and having her potty training undone by some strange, convoluted scheme…something she knew was impossible, but nonetheless made for exciting sexual fantasy). In the end, after she orgasmed, her mind returned to thoughts of Eric, and what she might do with him in the coming weeks and months of their little experiment.

Her thoughts crystallized as she washed her hair and she knew that, if she was really going to be going for her (somewhat honest and somewhat dishonest) plan, she’d need to make him first comfortable in diapers, second more dependent on her, and third unaware of how much progress he was making. The trick, she knew from her reading and research, was not to make him intentionally peeing constantly, but rather to train him to not think about it, until it was second nature. It wasn’t a matter of using the diapers intentionally, but rather not even considering using anything else.

And so, she put forth her own plan. Starting today, not only would she be catering to her boyfriends’ needs, and going through all the untraining he was doing, but she’d be intentionally trying to make him so accustomed and comfortable and reliant on diapers that he would be scared of accidents out of diapers. She didn’t have to really make him incontinent, she realized…she just needed him to feel like not wearing diapers wasn’t an option, and then effective incontinence would follow.

By the time she was out of the shower, Kelly had a plan in mind. It wasn’t something she felt good about doing…after all, Eric had agreed to try diapers on his own, and while she knew he wasn’t particularly interested in letting her wear long-term, or at least she suspected he might have doubts, she couldn’t help but feel guilty knowing that her own plan would be against his wishes.

As she toweled off, making sure to be as dry as possible in her diaper-area before she got redressed, she weighed the mixed feelings: Did she want to see her boyfriend in a diaper long-term more than she worried about being dishonest? Should she just let the diaper-training time he had already agreed to take effect? Or did she really, really want this enough to risk his own happiness and continence for her own desires?

After re-diapering in the bathroom and slinking back into the bedroom to see Eric once again completely asleep, facedown and in a very obviously wet diaper, her mind was made up. She decided, for certain, that whatever she did, she would try to make sure Eric’s wellbeing was first. He was adorable, and to her more attractive than ever lying diapered in bed, wet and oblivious to how cute he looked. She felt a pang of guilt at the thought of tricking him, but was able to reconcile her guilt when she realized, ‘If he really doesn’t want it to happen, he’ll take the diaper off and retrain himself at the end of the summer anyhow. I…I mean, I’m not FORCING him to do anything, really. I’m just going to treat him extra nice, and extra sweet, and he already agreed to do whatever diaper training I was doing…so, as long as I do it with him, it really isn’t unfair, or anything. Right?’

She still felt guilty, but as she leaned over his sleeping form, reaching down to push a lock of hair out of his face, she was able to make a final, firm decision. Even if it wasn’t exactly what he was planning or agreeing to, he had agreed to do it with her. So, slight pangs of guilt or not…she decided that to the best of her ability, she would use conditioning, hypnosis tapes (even if there was no real proof they worked!) and her best feminine wiles to make sure her boyfriend stayed happy, adorable, and diapered as long as she could make it so.

Chapter 5: Implementation

Waking up again in the diaper he’d wet before Kelly went to shower was strange. Eric knew it was strange. He wanted to feel…uncomfortable. But with Kelly standing over him, her hand gently stroking the hair out of his face, and the warmth of his diaper surprisingly comfortable, Eric was torn. He knew this wasn’t part of his life plan, but Kelly had made the last day or two so happy, so comfortable that he didn’t really mind it.

And when she reached down, kissing him gently on the cheek and sliding herself on top of him over the covers, kissing slowly to wake him up, it was hard to remember that the diapers and all of this were supposed to be unpleasant. After all, Kelly was wearing a diaper, and nothing else…it wasn’t exactly sexy to him, seeing her in a diaper, but since she’d introduced him to them in their relationship, the sight had gone from strange to common, and he’d even noticed that the slight puff of her butt in the diapers, and the way she tended to occasionally slide her hand to her crotch in excitement made them a bit attractive, in their own way.

Underneath Kelly, he rolled from his side to his back and wrapped his arms around her, the covers and diapers the only separation between them. He kissed back and looked up at her with a groggy smile. “Morning, babe.”

She responded with a look of surprisingly intensive thinking, and then a slightly delayed kiss. “Hey,” she responded with a flirty smile, “It’s your turn in the shower, if you want it.”

He nodded, and used his arms to roll her to the side. He was about to get out of bed and head to the shower when he felt her suddenly slide her own hand under the covers and grab the crotch of his diaper. He froze, uncertain whether she was simply confirming that he had wet like she’d told him to, or whether she was trying to initiate something else.

He still didn’t have her answer when she leaned close and breathed a surprisingly excited, “Who’s my wet boy this morning?” into his ear.

He turned and frowned at her slightly. “Me?” he asked with a voice of uncertainty, still trying to identify if she was being flirty of motherly. He got his answer when her hand slid into his diaper.

At first, he wanted to pull her hand out…after all, the diaper was used, and in his mind that was particularly unsanitary. He knew the diaper had wicked away the moisture and he knew it wasn’t necessarily gross, but he didn’t seem to think of anything she was doing as normal. Particularly not when she responded to him with a shushing gesture with her remaining hand, and when she began to stroke him, trying to make him hard in the diaper.

For her part, Kelly was thinking nothing of the sanitary nature of what she was doing, but was mulling over her earlier decision. ‘If her starts every diaper day with excitement’ she wondered to herself, ‘would that make him like them more?’ She knew it wouldn’t hurt to make her boyfriend think of diapers and sex together, though she doubted it would have any effect on his continence, at most maybe helping him to develop the same sort of fetish she already had about diapers. Still, she liked the almost helpless way he laid there, uncertain how to act in his diapered state. It was as if putting on diapers, something she knew about more than he did, put her in charge and she found that surprisingly tantalizing despite her normally submissive nature.

Eric felt himself growing hard beneath her hand and started to push her back, feeling uncomfortable with the diaper. “I’m wet,” he admitted awkwardly, thinking that would stop their morning tryst until after he’d showered.

It didn’t. Instead, she withdrew her hand, and put it over his, guiding it slowly down her body. She let his hand run slowly from her breasts to her navel, and then guided it slowly into her own diaper. “So am I,” she responded, “and I hope that doesn’t stop you.”

He felt the slight dampness of her arousal at her lips and went from a mild erection to an extremely strong one. He knew, then, that he wasn’t showering yet. But he couldn’t help but ask, “Kelly? Is…is all this just because I agreed to try diapers for you? I mean, the sex, the…everything?”

She stiffened at his question, uncertain how to respond. “I mean…” she searched for the right words to admit the truth or at least most of it without scaring him off. “would it really be so bad if it was?”

He shrugged, and started to pull his hand out of her diaper to talk. She responded but holding it there, and leaning in closer. “Baby,” she cooed at him, “I love you, and I love you for being willing to try something for me that I know you wouldn’t normally want to do. But is this all because of the diapers? No. It’s because I’m horny.” She rubbed herself slightly against his hand in her diaper, and felt the way his fingers naturally went to part her lips, to tease her slightly. With a sigh she breathed out as she closed her eyes, “And it’s because right now, me in a diaper, you in a diaper, all I want is to feel you inside of me, and to take care of you.” She grinded against his hand further, and reached out with the hand not holding his into her groin to pull him close for a kiss, whispering, “Now quiet down for mommy and let this happen, OK?”

Eric didn’t know how he felt about the ‘mommy’ line, but responded to her nonetheless, kissing back with a fierce passion. He felt strangely constricted with his erection in the diaper, especially now that it was wet and heavier, but it wasn’t an innately unpleasant pressure. It was…oddly reassuring. He also loved the way he could feel Kelly getting wetter by the minute, and the way she seemed so hot for him, grinding up against his hand. He gently stroked up and down her labial lips with two fingers while the middle finger slid gently inside of her, drawing a quick gasp of air from her mouth.

He loved the way she looked then, her eyes rolling up, her mouth open in ecstasy. He decided that whether or not the sex was diaper-induced, he liked it, and pulled himself close against her, rubbing his hard cock through the diaper up against her thigh as his hands started to explore further, fingers making gentle curls and ‘come-hither’ motions inside of her.

When he noticed she had started grinding harder against his hand, he knew she was getting close to orgasm. He intentionally slowed down, and after a minute of slowly pulling back he stopped completely. She met his eyes with a fake-pouting look. He smiled and tilted his head to the side, a wry lift of his eyebrows taunting her. She reached out and grabbed his hand, guiding it towards her mouth where she lightly licked one of his fingers, something he didn’t recall having seen her do before, though Eric found it supremely sexy.

After that, he knew he had to have her and reached down to pull off his diaper. Wet diaper or not, he wanted her, now. Looking down to the get the tapes, he missed the smile and tiny look of guilt on her face as she quietly thought to herself, ‘I hope he starts to think of this every time he has a wet diaper…that might encourage him along!’

Then, realizing what she was saying, she snatched her hand out again and stopped him from removing the diaper. Instead, she pulled him off balance on top of her and wrapped her legs around him, covers and all. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Oh, does you wants to get into my wet diapee?”

Hoisting himself back up on his hands, Eric nodded. Again he started to reach a hand towards his diaper, only to have Kelly pull it away. “No,” she chided, “I am the one who handles your diapees. Let me do that. She threw her weight to the side and rolled over, not straddling on top of him. She pulled the covers away from between them, and let their diapers, hers slightly wet with her arousal, his still simply wet, touch. Then she ripped the tapes off, thinking, ‘Yes, baby. Think of me as in charge of your diapees. Just me. And remember that it makes you hot, and heavy, and ready for me…remember it, Eric. My diapered boyfriend.’

She pulled the tapes off his diaper first, and slid her hand up his hard shaft, gripping it slightly, and smiling seductively. She then shoved a hand down into her own diaper, and while gently teasing him with her other hand began to rub herself, feeling the intensity of her impending orgasm while feeling the heat and stiffness of his cock in her hand. She loved it.

When Eric reached towards her diaper, she let him remove it, and as he pulled the front away it was to show her two fingers deep inside herself, slowly but intensely pleasuring herself.

As quick as an arrow she pulled the diapers away and sat up, straddling high over him. Then she plunged down, and rode him, hard, for only a mere few seconds before she began to quake and quiver, her orgasm overwhelming her.

Eric didn’t stop. He kept going, from underneath, thrusting and gasping for air as he felt the intense need within him grow even further. He reached a hand up towards her shaking, red-faced form and they locked eyes, Kelly riding out an intense orgasm and Eric striving for his own. When he saw the look of intensity on his face, she felt assured that he would struggle to think of the diapers as anything but positive from now on. It was a tiny first step, but it was well-decided, and well done.

After she finished her climax, she kept going, though far more slowly. It wasn’t the speed that Eric wanted, but he was happy to let her take the lead, her breasts bouncing slightly with each stroke, each bounce above him. He rolled his head back and she leaned in closer now, grinding her pelvis up against him. She kissed his neck, and he ran his fingers through her hair.

Their lovemaking lasted another twenty minutes before he finished, overcome with the feeling. She loved the way he looked when he came…he seemed spent, deflated, but somehow at peace. She even loved the way he seemed to become tired, and sleepy, some tiny voice in her mind telling her it was a sign that she had done well.

When she dismounted, his penis slowly becoming more flaccid, she made a mental note of the fact that he nearly always had to pee within a short time after sex, and she would like to get him showered and rediapered before that.

She prodded his side, and pointed to the shower. “Now march, mister!” she joked, a comically over-the-top air of command in her voice. He held up his hands in mock defeat, leaving the diapers for her to clean up (which she was glad, frankly, to notice) and headed to the bathroom for his shower.

Unable to pee so quickly after sex, he ended up holding through the shower, and was amazed when she came into the bathroom when he turned off the water, holding a towel as if to towel him off. It wasn’t something he particularly liked…but he didn’t mind it, either, as she paid special attention to his more erotic zones. He wasn’t aroused again yet, but he couldn’t help enjoying it.

When he was dried enough, in her opinion, she led him by the hand to the bedroom again, and pushed him onto the bed. Rolling his eyes, he let her diaper him, though he commented, “I really can do this myself, you know. You don’t have to take care of me like this…I’m doing this whole experiment for you, but it’s not like, you know, you really owe me anything.

She laughed in response. “But I wanted to take care of you, babe. I…I like it. I don’t see you as a baby or anything, but there’s something almost fun for me in all this, diapering you, taking care of you. It feels sort of like it’ll make this easier for you, and more fun for me. Don’t worry.”

As she drew the diaper up between his legs and finished taping it tight, she admitted to herself how far she had taken it so quickly, and just how shocked she was that he wasn’t reacting negatively to any of it. A few remarks, sure, maybe a bit of hesitation, but he…he agreed.

And when they headed to the kitchen, him wearing only his diaper and pajama pants, her wearing a nightie with her diaper, she thought he seemed to be liking it pretty well too.

They made breakfast together. She tried to do it alone, but Eric wanted to help, and made them waffles as she made coffee and cooked some bacon in their little apartment kitchen. When the finished, she whisked it all onto plates and headed towards the couch, instead of their shared apartment table.

“So, a lazy diaper day?” she asked, as if suggesting it off the cuff, and not thinking intensely about how to best set her plans into motion with a day of rest, relaxation, and regressive behaviors.

Eric shrugged, but plopped onto the couch next to her. When she stood up and got a large glass of orange juice for them to split if they got tired of coffee, he waited calmly for her to sit back down.

Without any urging on her part, he leaned up against her lightly on the couch as he ate, resting his head on her shoulder between bites. They turned on the TV and flipped to Netlfix, watching a favorite old show of his, a comedy.

Towards the end of the meal, he realized he needed to pee. The coffee would likely make him have to have a bowel movement too, but so far it was just the need to pee. Kelly felt him stiffen momentarily against her, then heard the telltale hiss of him filling his diaper again, though admittedly without enough in his bladder to risk flooding.

She heard the sound, and smiled, blushing with secret amusement. ‘That’s my good diapered guy!’ she thought to herself, while out loud all she said was, “Don’t you agree that today is just about perfect?”

Eric nodded against her, pushing his empty plate further onto the table, and settling more comfortably with his head towards her lap. “Mmhmm!” he murmured in agreement.

‘Yes,’ she concluded to herself. ‘A perfect…just perfect day for my plans.’

Chapter 6: A bit of tension

Kelly’s plan for the day involved relaxation, pampering, and sex: Basically, everything that Eric would normally want out of his time off.  The problem was, being diapered, relaxed, and catered to was setting him on guard. The trouble began when, only minutes after wetting, Eric got changed into a new diaper. Just after breakfast, he had wet, which was exactly what Kelly wanted…but him immediately changing, showing how much attention he was paying to his diapered state, and how aware he was of his new situation, was not good.

Then, mid-morning, when Kelly noted that he still hadn’t wet his diaper again after three solid hours of drinking juice, water, and canoodling on the couch, Kelly pointed out Eric’s dry state to him, which he responded to by saying he ‘didn’t have to go’. Without a warning, he went to the bedroom and switched from his pajama pants, which made his diaper much more visible and allowed Kelly to see any sort of sagging, or heaviness, into jeans, which were far harder to see through or guess the state of his diaper within.

When, half an hour later, she wet her own diaper and felt the rumbling in her stomach suggesting a bowel movement, she even made sure to warn Eric ahead of time, so he wouldn’t be shocked. After she messed, she quickly, and without assistance, changed into a new diaper in their bathroom. When she got out, however, she noted that Eric was now wearing a t-shirt, instead of merely wrapping up in their shared blanket on the couch.

It was passive, unintentional signs that he was feeling antsy, despite her best pampering, but Kelly picked up on the signs immediately.

For Eric’s part, he didn’t even consciously realize what he was doing. Yes, in the dark corners of his mind her soiling herself had somewhat put him off, and realizing how his diaper was visible through the pajama pants had indeed sent him to put on jeans, but it wasn’t a conscious choice.

Even when he suggested they go out for lunch, he hadn’t realized that he was making their quiet day in break into a longer, public day out. All he did realize was that he wanted to get out, get lunch, and get back before he wet his diaper. He intended to use it like Kelly and he had agreed, releasing his bladder as soon as he felt it fill, but some part of him felt uncomfortable at the idea of a leak, so he held it without realizing what he was doing.

And when they did go out to lunch, and he had to have a bowel movement, he both urinated and defecated in the public bathroom, not using his diaper to pee at all.

This led, of course, to the first uncomfortable moment of their diapered agreement as soon as they got home.

*

Upon getting home from lunch, Kelly went straight back to a nightie and diaper setup, and seemed to rush over to him with a smirk on her face, and purpose in her eyes. She lifted off his shirt, without asking, and began to kiss his chest.

Eric responded hesitantly, and though he kissed her back, it was the sort of kiss that says, “I love you” instead of “Keep going”. It was sweet, it was gentle, it was nice…but it was the end of the kissing as he stepped back.

He headed back for the couch and sat back down, now shirtless and in jeans, hoping that he could get back to Netflix and relaxing.

Kelly had other plans.

She came over and tried to kiss him again. Leaning close, she kissed his neck, and looked expectantly into his eyes…which were fixed on the TV. Since he didn’t say anything, or react, she decided to push further. Knowing in her own mind that the ‘diaper training’ aspect of her plan relied on Eric associating diapers with comfort, her being in charge, and fun, Kelly was already thinking of how to make today another diaper-focused day. That’s why she reached into his pants, which Eric allowed, noting in his own mind that Kelly was extremely persistent today…

When Kelly found, though, that his diaper was still dry. He had peed after breakfast…which was now almost five hours ago. “Does baby have to go potty?” interjected Kelly, as she leaned more heavily into Eric.

She tried to hiss him again but he pulled back as he answered, “No, babe, I’m fine.”

She wrinkled her brow, and shot him a slightly annoyed look, which he continued to ignore in favor of the TV. He even seemed ambivalent about her caresses in his pants. “Is my little guy not ready to pee?” she asked, hoping that maybe he was simply aroused, and thus unable to urinate.

Again, Eric shrugged and answered, “No, babe. Just don’t have to go.”

Suddenly, rather out-of-character for her normal self, Kelly was annoyed and rather loud. “Well, if you aren’t going to follow through with our agreement, I don’t know why I’m trying so hard to be nice to you!”

She pulled her hand back and crossed her arms, trying her hardest to pull his attention away from TV, and into a conversation.

Eric noticed.

He turned, and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? I just don’t have to go. What’s got your diapers in a knot?”

He hoped the joking addition of ‘diapers’ instead of ‘panties’ would settle the situation, showing his acceptance of her whole agreement, but it didn’t work. In fact, it seemed to annoy her more.

“Well, I just thought we were both going to try to do the training, is all. This…this matters to me, you know. It took a lot of effort, a lot of nerves and fear to actual talk to you about all this and you seemed to agree with it, you even agreed to go through with it with me, and now you don’t seem to be interested in any of it.”

It was Eric’s turn to frown as he picked up the remote and complete shut off the television, giving her his full attention. “I…I mean, I am doing it. I wore a diaper out to lunch even. I just told you I didn’t want to, you know…have, well, poop into it. So, when I had to poop, I just used the toilet, so I guess I didn’t need to pee or whatever. Why do you even care? I mean, I’m wearing the diaper, I’m on board with all this? Don’t you think you’re being a little…” he struggled for the right word, trying to explain how strange he found it that she was even noticing the state of his diaper, much less caring about it. “I don’t know, a little controlling about all of this stuff?”

Kelly, realizing that her probing might give away her actual plans more than she intended, tried to drop the topic, hoping to at least get him to admit he was holding it, if only to prove herself right. “Fine, then, it’s…it’s whatever. I just feel weird wondering if you’re really doing this, or just pretending so you can say you went along with it. But it’s fine, really.”

Her passive aggressive remarks annoyed Eric, who responded bluntly. “I’m going along with a plan to un-potty train myself in diapers for you because I love you. Can you maybe, for a second, realize how fucking big that is? Maybe acknowledge that this is still pretty new to me, and not something I was expecting when I had a few months off after graduation?” He stood up and threw his hands in the air, annoyed. “Jeez, it’s like you really are a baby, throwing a tantrum the minute I even might be a little bit hesitant about this whole stupid diaper thing. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to it at all!”

He headed towards their room to cool off. Eric might be agreeable, but he knew that his temper tended to flare up more aggressively than the average person’s, and decided that a fifteen minute break would at least bring him back to neutral so they could talk without it being just another fight.

Sadly, he didn’t get the chance for fifteen minutes of peace. Instead, Kelly followed him into the bedroom, incorrectly assuming that what he was doing was taking the diaper off, as he seemed to be threatening. She was merely misunderstanding his statement, but when he turned around and found her staring at him, a mix of frustration and concern on her face, he found that he really did want to take the diaper off.

In a jerk of motion, he headed towards the bathroom now, and closed the door behind him heavily, just a shade lighter than slamming it shut.

In the bathroom, he dropped his pants and stared down at himself, thinking. ‘What the hell’s her problem?’ he thought angrily. ‘I do this whole stupid thing, go along with it just to make her happy.’

But he realized, after a minute, that he wasn’t being entirely honest with himself. ‘Well, both to make her happy…and because I know it’s not going to work, anyway. Honestly, if I actually went along with it, full-stop, just to make her happy, I wouldn’t have held it earlier, really.’

While letting the anger drain from him, the flush of his face slowly dying away as he breathed deep and stared down at the fluffy white garment he had been wearing the last few days, he remembered his tendency towards anger and consciously mastered himself. ‘No, you know what? She’s being stupid, but she’s also right. I agreed to this so…I guess I should follow through.’

In a moment, his anger drained, as well as his bladder, filling the diaper up with the soft hiss and warmth he was just now starting to become accustomed to. Diapered for a few days was longer than he’d expected to be, but still novel…and overall, he knew that Kelly really had gone out of her way to be kind to him, and make it easier. She was annoyed that he was dry because she was probably just taking his dryness as a signal, as if he was lying about going along with the diaper-training program she wanted to do. ‘Frankly,’ he admitted to himself, ‘She might even be right. She didn’t need to make a fuss, but I really wasn’t being totally honest about it, either.’ He took another deep breath, and decided to leave his pants on the ground, exiting the bathroom in his wet diaper.

What he found outside the bathroom was Kelly, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her nightie gathered in a clump around her. She looked very sad, and far less angry than just a few minutes before when he’d rushed into the bathroom.

She looked drastically happier, however, when she saw him come out wearing only a diaper, not his jeans. And when she noted that the diaper was wet her eyes went from happy to ecstatic, and a grin broke onto her face.

She held her hands up, motioning for him to help lift her. He did so with a light pull, and leaned towards her even as she stood up towards him.

They met with their lips, and then pulled back, foreheads touching quietly. Kelly confided, at least partly honestly, “I…I’m sorry, I just felt like you were saying you weren’t OK with this and it freaked me out, I guess. I’m not trying to control you, honestly.”

Eric responded with a shrug, and by admitting, “And you might’ve been at least partly right, but as you can see, I’m really willing to go through with this, if it really means that much to you, babe.”

They kissed again, briefly this time, before Kelly led Eric back towards the livingroom and pulled him onto the couch.

Settling into his seemingly newfound favorite position, his head resting on her leg, and the shared blanket between them, covering his legs and her shoulders, they settled back onto the couch.

Kelly picked up the remote, and flipped the television back on. “Want to watch anything specific, baby?” she asked.

Eric, noting the term of endearment with rolled eyes, responded, “No, you choose.”

When she flipped it to a rather girly sort of drama, he heaved a quiet sigh, but said nothing. ‘Good,’ thought Kelly, ‘He really is learning to just let me take the lead, isn’t he?’

And quietly and comfortably, their first real fight in diapers ended with Eric wet, Kelly in charge, and a new dynamic slowly rearing its head in their relationship.

Chapter 7: Kelly’s Accident

With each passing day, Kelly felt a bit more confident in her training program with Eric. By now, 10 days had passed: After their mini-fight a few days earlier, their diaper-time had gone along much more smoothly, though Kelly had found herself not messing like she’d intended in public, which she worried might affect her own diaper-training program.

Still, the rest of the training continued. Kelly and Eric both immediately peed when they felt the urge, they both wore thick enough diapers to avoid leaks, brought diaper-bags with them in public, and hydrated well…it wasn’t especially hard to follow the diaper-training program Kelly had set out for them for either her or Eric, though Eric still at times seemed to feel more self-conscious than normal. This was easily addressed, however, with Kelly’s quick and frequent sexual responses: For example, when they had been at lunch and Eric had wet his diaper a second time, he began to worry about leaks, and shot Kelly a look that suggested he was worried. Rather than letting his concerns get the better of him, Kelly had caressed him to excitement under the table, and praised her ‘good little diaper-boy’ with sweet whispers. This immediately resulted in them finishing lunch, driving home, and having rather acrobatic and intense sex.

With the increase in sex, intimacy, and the arousal at least Kelly seemed to perpetually feel while diapered, their relationship was in a good place. Which was why Kelly, trying to spice-up their training and move it forward, purchased a new set of hypnotic tapes. None of the tapes they had used so far had resulted in anything serious; They  tended to try to convince the listener that they were unable to control bladder and bowel, or that they ‘needed’ diapers (which Kelly already felt). The new tape, however, claimed to work on a slightly different level: It focused on helping the user identify themselves as diaper-dependent, and encouraged them to be nervous or uncomfortable about not having diapers on. It didn’t directly claim to cause incontinence…it just claimed that the user would be too afraid of accidents to end up going non-diapered, which in the long run somehow was meant to result in diaper-dependence and subsequent incontinence on its own.

The first night with the new tape, as she started it, Eric turned to Kelly at the sound of a new and unexpected voice. “What’s this?” he inquired, rolling over to face Kelly as she walked back towards the bed from the bookcase where the speakers were located.

“Oh, it’s just a new tape, babe. Nothing different, really.” She shrugged and smiled, noticing that Eric was not wearing his pajama pants, one of the habits he’d had more often when he was first starting to wear diapers and felt more self-conscious.

“Oh…Yeah, ok then,” accepted Eric, whose somewhat submissive side had been growing lately. He was still dominant in most of their sexual encounters, and in his mind he knew himself to be the one ‘in charge’ of the relationship, but in the last week or two, really since their diapering had begun, he’d found himself more and more comfortable letting Kelly make decisions that he wasn’t particularly interested in. In his mind, he wasn’t ceding control to her, so much as prioritizing when and where he asserted his dominance.

With that simple acceptance, they went to bed, and Eric was asleep within minutes, now having become more accustomed to ignoring the sound of tapes playing in the background at night.

For once, it was Kelly who didn’t sleep and was focused on the sound of the tape, and the language. The recorded voice was saying, “You are diaper dependent, and you know it. Without diapers, you fear having an accident, and being embarrassed. You fear others finding out that you can’t control your bladder, or bowels. You need diapers, and you want to wear them for good, all the time.”

Kelly wondered to herself whether this tape was especially useful to her, really. She already DID want to wear diapers. And she wasn’t worried about others finding out. The tape was more for Eric’s good, since she thought that any untraining she might be able to accomplish in the period he agreed to be diapered with her for might be hard-pressed to persist once he wanted to move back to normal underwear.

And thinking like that, listening to a tape she didn’t feel applied to her, and thinking hard about her boyfriend beside her in diapers and dry…she realized she was wet.

It was unbelievable.

Years of wearing diapers on and off, longing for exactly what had just happened had not prepared her. She had no idea how it had happened, or when, but somehow, after only such a short time in diapers and trying to become diaper-dependent, she was losing control.

In a flash she shook Eric awake, forgetting for a minute her own designs about wanting him to be dependent just as much as she would ever be, and blurted, “ERIC! I wet myself!”

Eric responded, groggily, by rolling over and raising one eyebrow, slowly. “And?” he asked, confused. They’d been diapered for 10 days now…this wasn’t exactly new news.

“No,” she explained, pointing like an over-excited toddler to her diaper, “I mean I had a real accident! I don’t know when it happened!”

Eric pushed himself up on his elbow, and seemed to be wearily processing what she said. “Oh…OK then. I mean…isn’t that, like, really early? I thought you said these diaper dependent training things take like a year, and only affect some people, normally.” His matter of fact tone seemed to hint that he was either doubting her, or wondering whether her accident was exactly what she had claimed it was.

Kelly responded by grabbing his hand and pushing it towards her diaper, and commanding, “Feel it! I’m wet, and I didn’t do it on purpose, honest!”

Eric felt the wet diaper, still warm and thus likely only wet within the last short while. He asked, “Were you asleep, then?”  From what he’d read online and what Kelly had told him, some people regressed to sleep-wetting from hypnosis tapes, however unlikely, even before they had any other loss of bladder control.

 

Kelly shook her head. “No, I wasn’t, I was just lying here, thinking about this tape, and how it’s gonna make you-“ she went silent. She looked at Eric nervously, but he didn’t seem to understand why her statement meant anything unusual.

“Yeah, yeah, baby, this tape is going to make me pee myself or whatever, you think. I’m…no offense, but even with you having an accident, that doesn’t seem likely to me. And we’re a third of the way through the month, and I’m not noticing anything different.”

Kelly stopped him and reminded him, “Well, one month or two…however long it takes before we move, you said. Remember?”

Eric brushed off the remind with an apparent lack of concern. “Sure, yeah, that’s fine. My point is, are you sure maybe this accident wasn’t…not just an accident? Like…maybe you really, er, wanted it to be true?”

Kelly looked hurt for a moment at the possible accusation so Eric tried to explain it another way, “Or maybe you have a bladder infection from diapers, or maybe…maybe there’s something a doctor should actually check out, or whatever?  Just…just because, an accident this quickly seems really, really unlikely, babe. It’s worth talking to a doctor about.”

 

Kelly was annoyed, having finally had the accident like she’d imagined diaper training would give her, only to find her boyfriend explaining it away as something other than her training, but at least one corner of her mind recognized that it might be worth going to a doctor to check out, potentially. So, acquiescing, she nodded. “I guess,” she consented, “Maybe we should see if I can’t get into a doctor or whatever, just to be sure. But if he doesn’t find anything…the deal was, if I was losing bladder control from training, then I get to wear full-time, remember? And you agreed to wear until we move regardless. Don’t forget what you agreed to!” she chastised, wagging a joking finger in his face.

Rolling onto his back and raising his hands in mock defeat, Eric rejoined, “I agreed to it, sure, and if you want to wear…I guess I don’t mind it that much, really. I mean, it hasn’t been bad, and I admit you being turned on this much makes my life a little more fun, lately. But either way, we wait for the doctor and see what he says, agreed?”

She nodded, and laid herself back down to sleep. “Agreed.”

She rolled over onto her side as if to go back to sleep only to feel her boyfriend poking her shoulder. “Babe?” he inquired, “aren’t you going to change into a clean one? I know you can sleep overnight in a wet one, I guess…but if you really do have a bladder infection or something, you probably shouldn’t.”

Annoyed but agreeing, Kelly rolled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom with their diapering supplies. “Fine,” she called back, “I’m going, I’m going.”  And in a flash, she was changed, walking back to bed, and amused that already Eric was back asleep, curled up with his cute diapered bottom poking out towards her looking adorable as ever.

Chapter 8: The Doctor

The next morning, Eric was up first and called the doctor even before Kelly woke up. Due to a cancellation, it seemed the office could see them that very day, so long as they could get up and into the office by 7:30, which was a mere half-hour away.

As a result, Kelly was woken up to the novel sensation of Eric checking her diaper for wetness, as though she wouldn’t have known herself the night before. It fulfilled several of her fantasies to have him doing this, but also confused her before her brain was aware of what was going on that morning, and before she remembered the night before.

When she remembered the accident, she shook herself awake, and felt herself for a wet diaper, which she was somewhat disappointed not to find. Still, the one accident alone was lending credence to the theory that her diaper training might be working. She might not be unable to control her bladder yet but she certainly hadn’t noticed going potty (as she thought of using her diapers) the night before.

When Eric explained that they needed to get going fast to the doctor, Kelly was up and ready in minutes, peeing in her diaper and then running to the bathroom to clean up and put a fresh one on. She figured that going to the doctor to explain sudden wetting accidents would be as good a reason as any to show up to a doctor in diapers, and wouldn’t likely result in the doctor figuring out her own interests and fetish.

What neither she nor Eric hadn’t counted on, however, was traffic. They ran into the doctor’s office at 7:40, and rushed to the desk to check in only to be told they had ‘missed’ the appointment, and would have to wait for another opening, or come back another day if they weren’t able to wait presently.

They opted to wait, rationalizing that mornings were most likely the time someone would forget/miss an appointment (just like they had) anyway, and hoping they might find a time for Kelly to squeeze in to see the doctor. Eric didn’t admit it, but he was more worried about Kelly’s accident than he let on, because he truly didn’t believe the diaper training, tapes, or relaxation techniques they were both using could have possibly explained her accident. He himself knew exactly when he was peeing, and felt that it was not something he was going to forget or be able to ignore quickly, if ever. And, more than that, he still wondered whether or not Kelly’s accident was entirely accidental, or perhaps more a matter of psychosomatic wish fulfilment, if it was real at all.

So they sat in silence. The only sound in the waiting room was the occasional ringing of the phone and the unsympathetic answers of the secretary who kept explaining to everyone calling how the doctor did not have an opening today, but could see them in a few weeks, if that was agreeable. Around 8:00, the doctor’s current patient walked out, and was immediately replaced by an elderly man who hobbled in just as the secretary seemed to be considering giving away his slot to Kelly and Eric.

At 8:30, however, the doctor himself came out to the waiting room and turned to the secretary. “Are the Terrances here?” he asked, looking around for someone apparently other than Kelly and Eric.

“Nope, and no call yet,” answered the secretary.

Slowly, the elderly gentleman who’d come in at 8 walked past the doctor towards the door, waving a cheerful goodbye. The doctor waved back, and then turned to Kelly and Eric, and waved for them to follow him back. “Well I guess we have time for you two, then. Are you coming back together, or just one of you?”

Kelly answered for them both, saying, “I’d like him to come too, if that’s OK.” The doctor nodded, and showed them to a small exam room set up in the back. They passed a few other rooms, and Eric noted that the practice seemed to have staggered hours: One doctor worked from 9-5, one from 7-3, and one from noon to 8. It wasn’t what he was accustomed to, but expected it would help alleviate rushes for their patients, and might be useful. Heck, even right now being able to squeeze Kelly in before the rest of the morning patients was probably only possible because of her timing coming in before 9:00.

The doctor, Dr. Manning, pointed in the little exam room for where Eric could sit, and then gestured for Kelly to sit up on the exam table. She handed her light jacket off to Eric, who took it and his seat quietly to the side.

“So what appears to be the problem?” began the doctor, turning to face Kelly. He’d seen her a few times before, though not frequent enough to really remember her. Even as he spoke, he pulled up her file on the computer and perused it quickly, noting her overall good health, and infrequent health problems.

Kelly responded without shame by saying, “I’m having wetting problems.”

“Wetting problems?” the doctor asked. His face was quizzical, and it was apparent that the language Kelly was using was sufficiently ambiguous to the doctor that he didn’t know specifically what she meant…or didn’t want to guess incorrectly and potentially offend her. “What…er, can you clarify what you mean? Wetting-wise?”

Kelly nodded, and began to unzip her pants, and revealed her diaper. Eric looked away, suddenly far more embarrassed than he had expected to be, and a little confused about why Kelly was leading off with her sudden exposure of her diapers. Also, Eric had to pee himself, and he was perhaps more embarrassed by this than anything Kelly did. He released his bladder, realizing he had to go, and sat there as the doctor began to question Kelly about her apparent incontinence while he himself wet his diaper in public. In his mind, it was particularly humiliating. It was also, however, a strange form of exhibitionism he’d never really considered in his recent wearing, and he found himself, against his own expectations, bordering on aroused.

Kelly explained, “It’s not happened frequently, and I guess it’s really that I wanted to make sure there wasn’t something else going on. But, uh, I kind of just peed myself the other night….and I didn’t remember it happening or anything. I just looked down, and I was wet.”

The doctor tried to get further clarification. “Wet? Do you mean you were aroused, or that you had urinated, or…what specifically?” He seemed to be reaching for a specific question, but didn’t know how to best phrase it. “I know these are embarrassing questions, but I just-“

He was cut off by Kelly shrugging and explaining, “Peeing.” She didn’t specify that she’d been diapered, and that was what she had meant by wet, but she realized now that saying she was ‘wetting’ and had ‘been wet’ would make more sense if the doctor knew she was already in diapers, which she didn’t really want to tell him. In her mind, it would make more sense for the doctor to assume she was only wearing the diapers now as a precautionary measure against another urinary accident, or as she was bluntly calling it, a wetting.

“Alright, then,” responded the doctor, making a note on the computer as he turned around. He then stood up and said, “I think I’m going to take a urine sample, and maybe take a look down there, if you don’t mind…” He turned a bit awkwardly to Eric, and stated, “You can stay in here if you both feel comfortable with it, but this might be a bit embarrassing for, well, either or both of you.”

Eric took the hint and rose, heading for the door. Kelly stopped him and grabbed his arm, turning him back to her. “You can go,” she said, and pulled him in for a hug, before finishing, “But I don’t mind you being here.”

Eric, however, did, and left the office. He wasn’t comfortable listening to whatever half-truths he was worried she might need to tell the doctor to explain her diapers, particularly wearing such thick and atypical diapers that weren’t normally found at a Walmart, or local store.

Consequently, Eric spent the next half-hour waiting outside the doctor’s office as it slowly filled with more patients. One particularly attractive female patient came in wearing a tight-fitting tube-top, showing off more of her attractive form than Eric would expect at a doctor’s office, and he found himself staring unintentionally. When she locked eyes with him, raising an eyebrow in a contemptuous sneer of sorts, he blushed and looked away, quietly thinking to himself, “She wouldn’t be so put off if she knew I were here with my girlfriend…and in diapers, to boot. No normal woman would find that attractive.”

This line of thinking sent him down another spiral of thought, considering why he was so critical of the idea that his own girlfriend seemed to like diapers, and even like him in diapers. Then there was the feeling of guilt or anger at himself as he realized he was thinking of her as a non-normal woman, and was judging her, something he at least tried not to do, even if she was a fetishist. He would likely have traveled down an almost innumerable number of mental paths given the time, but before he could change the topic in his head yet again, Kelly came out of the doctor’s office, and approached the front desk after shaking the doctor’s hand one last time.

When Eric approached the desk, Kelly was clearly making a follow-up appointment with the doctor, and seemed to be in a surprisingly chipper mood. Eric rested a possessive hand on her shoulder, and she leaned slightly closer as she told the nurse, “I’ll be here at 10, then!”

She turned to explain to Eric as they walked away. Apparently, the doctor found nothing amiss, and was concerned about the sudden accident more than Kelly was. Admittedly, the doctor was working off of the assumption that there had been multiple accidents (because Kelly didn’t think it’d be believable that she’d have gone out and bought heavy-duty all-night diapers after a single incident without more reasons for her wearing) and thus thought the problem might be larger, but Kelly didn’t worry.

Eric interrupted her explanation with a simple question; “Did he say if there is any real possibility something else is wrong? I mean, I doubt you told him you’re doing this whole thing on purpose…so, did he mention other causes of sudden incontinence?”

Kelly shrugged as they ducked into the car out front. “Yeah, but they sounded either really minor or really bad, and the really bad ones are like brain stuff, cancer, MS, and I don’t have any other symptoms. And the minor stuff usually has like pain when peeing or whatever. So, I’m pretty sure it’s just the training.” As she buckled herself into the driver’s seat, noticing momentarily that Eric had surrendered the keys to her without any argument, she probed, “Though I’m curious if you’er noticing anything else, too, baby.”

Eric raised an eyebrow and looked away. In a sort of half-spoken voice he admitted, “I’m not peeing without realizing it, but it’s easier now. I wet in the doctor’s office. Well, I urinated, or whatever.” He explained. Suddenly, after noticing how the doctor had responded to the term ‘wetting’, he felt silly using it.

Kelly didn’t seem to notice his faraway look and instead simply started the car and back out of the parking spot, heading for home. “In any case,” she explained, “I have a follow up next week, and he’ll run cultures on the blood and urine he took today. If he wants to do more tests than that, I think I’ll stop him, but it’s not a bad idea to make sure I don’t have an infection, just in case…”

Eric nodded, and rode along now in silence. He thought to himself about the various concepts he’d considered in the doctor’s office, particularly noting that he had been oddly aroused at one point, and felt judgmental about Kelly and his own diapers at another. He would have to sort out how his feelings were changing and what they meant.

His reverie was stopped by Kelly stopping by a drive-through for breakfast, turning to him with a smile and a light hand on his inner thigh as she seductively grabbed his attention. “Now what,” she asked with a mocking but loving grin, “would my baby boy like mommy to get him for breakfast?”

Chapter 9: Mile Markers

The truth of the matter was that after her one accident, and the subsequent doctor’s appointment, Kelly had no more accidents. Neither, it seemed, did Eric, though she noticed that he was far more inclined to wait around in a wet diaper than that first few days of diapering. Now, he hardly cared to mention his diapered state aside from before bed, or when Kelly started to act amorously.

Otherwise, their quiet summer continued apace. The follow up appointment for Kelly found no explanation of her accidents, and when she told the doctor she had no headaches, had no fever, had negative results in every blood draw, urinalysis, and subsequent test, she was allowed to simply visit a urologist at her own discretion. Of course, she never did, but that was simply because she felt confident that the only reason she’d had unrealized accidents was the training she and Eric were undergoing.

This is what led, two weeks later, to her going online and doing as much research as she could on unpotty training. Of course, she found a few posts about the infamous ’12 month’ program. She saw a few blogs, tumblr accounts, and single postings on the issue, but on the whole it was hard to find any true evidence that the program she was undergoing would work, at least without a year or two of constant effort. The best information she found went back to her own truth: unpotty training was a question of time, patience, and accepting that it’s almost impossible without some accident or medically significant issue to suddenly stop controlling one’s bladder, much less bowels.

She reflected on this with her boyfriend one night as they headed to bed. She laid him down, changing his diaper as was their custom now, and offered Eric a quick kiss once he was padded and clean once again, and explained, “I think I’m going to change up our nightly listening regimen.” She’d never told him that the tapes were really focused on him, but in truth she wanted to be untrained just as much, perhaps more, than she wanted him to be. Still, the tapes she’d listened to, the recordings and droning voices lulling them to bed each night had not had quite the effect she hoped, and thus she felt they needed to be changed.

For the last few weeks, she and Eric had listened to a tape claiming to make the user diaper dependent instead of incontinent. It claimed that it would make them feel the need to wear diapers, even if it didn’t take away their control over their bladder or bowels. But she didn’t think it was working…at least, she had no more desire to be diapered than before. So, adding a new recording to the end of the tapes, one claiming to work by making the unconscious connection between wearing a diaper and needing one. That is to say, every time the listener thought about their diapers, they would immediately feel pressure to pee, which would in time mean that they would unconsciously hold their bladder less and less, and in time lose control and awareness. She kept the previous recording playing first, letting it lull her and Eric (she hoped) into the belief that without diapers they would feel wrong, and scared, and somehow just not quite right. And she added this next recording to the list, smiling at the admittedly naive hope that it would work just as well as the several commenters online claimed. One had gone so far as to say that after listening for a matter of a week, they voiced completely every single time they smelled baby powder wafting up, every time they heard the tiniest crinkle of plastic, or every time they felt the soft cushion of diapers between their legs.

And they slept.

The next morning, when Kelly reached over to shake Eric awake and to have him hit the snooze button on his clock adjacent to his bedside, she was surprised to note that her bladder wasn’t full. She’d had the customary several glasses of water…but it wasn’t full. She reached a hand down to check herself and found that, somehow, she’d wet. She ripped the covers back, and in a moment of absolute delight, noticed she had, in fact, woken up wet….or had she awoken in the night and simply not remembered it? She’d done so before, when Eric moved and woke her, or when she was simply so tired that sleep claimed her before her mind was fully awake…

But she knew something was different when she heard the telltale hiss of Eric wetting his diaper at the very moment her rolled to his side to look at her. Unlike most mornings, she didn’t need to coax him into waking and wetting…unlike most mornings, she didn’t have to push him into action. Instead, it seemed that as he woke, his very first thought was to let go, even before his eyes had truly opened.

She said nothing, of course. It wouldn’t do to make him aware of the success of her plan, but it brought her great joy. Enough joy that she decided to reward herself with morning sex.

Eric, barely awake, and rolling to look at her groggily through sleep-heavy eyes and with limbs slow to respond to his mental commands, saw Kelly untaping her diaper in bed. And when she made no move as if to get a new one, or to clean herself, he had the inkling of what she wanted. As if commanded by that site, he felt himself stiffen in his…diaper. That thought gave momentary pause, and he noted suddenly that he had already wet. It hadn’t been unconscious completely: he’d known he was choosing to let loose, but it did surprise him to realize that he’d let himself go before making a truly conscious, internally active decision to do so. He would have thought more on it if Kelly hadn’t slid her naked leg over his waist, immediately straddling him and pasting every inch of his face with kisses.

Even constrained in a wet diaper, a diaper he would not have expected to be so heavy and warm without more conscious decisions on his part, he was hard and ready. Morning sex had an air of calm to it that other sexual activity did not. It was sudden, certainly, rushed almost by Kelly’s apparent need for him upon waking. But more than that, it was still calm. It was slow, and gentle, and careful. And he loved it.

He let her undo his diaper tapes for him, while she leaned back further on his legs to be able to pull the diaper down. she didn’t even bother taking it off completely and throwing it away, or to the side, but rather left it open underneath him, the not entirely unpleasant odor of waking morning, sex, and his diaper reaching his nostrils just as he felt her take hold of his member and run her hands in a slow, almost caring motion along its length.

Normally, sex for them was communicative. It was an active, spoken affair. She gave consent when he was amorous, and he did when she was. It was an unconscious nod to civility for them to say something, to make it more than just instinctual to take one another, but this morning there was nothing of the sort. The only sound he heard was the slight groan, or growl escape his lips as she squeezed harder with her hand, and then the gasp and muted sigh flitting through her lips as she guided him fully inside her. Even though she was on birth control, they normally wore condoms, just to be sure, but today she was taking charge, and ignoring that fact. He trusted her to be careful with her birth control, and even while his mind was caught up in sexual thoughts was certain he could pull out when needed, but it was something unusual, and thus caught his mind’s attention.

At least, for a moment. Then all thought flew as Kelly, as if possessed of unusual energy and excitement, began to ride him up and down with a speed normally reserved for their most extreme needs, their most aggressive sex. She rode him and used one hand to steady herself against his chest, and the other to tease herself, playing gently with her own clit as she slid up and down over him, and teased her own orgasm to bear faster than she’d ever done so before. Within a minute, she was letting loose the growling noise she made when she wanted to stifle a cry of excitement. seconds later, she was flushed, her back arching forward, and her breath coming more quickly. Eric, however, wasn’t even close to finishing…the morning might bring wood, but that did not mean it fell to the axe so easily.

And so he offered his own response to her excitement. He started pumping back beneath her, and he felt the quivers of her sex around his cock as she came once…and maybe twice? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t done yet. Since Kelly was no longer moving on her own, he leaned up in bed, and wrapped his arms around her. Then he tossed her, bodily, to the side, never slipping out of her as he took the position on top. She wrapped her legs around him, and one hand went to his back, where she clawed gently at him, and whispered fervently, “Yes, yes, please, yes!”

That was all the permission needed for Eric to plunge deeply inside of her, again and again. Her moans and shaking, the smell of her excitement and somehow, even the smell and sight of the diapers in their bed led Eric onward. In another minute, he was trying hard to hold on himself…another minute had him slowing down consciously so as to prolong their intimacy. But within one further minute, he had climaxed as well, pulling out to spill his seed over her stomach, which seemed oddly anticlimactic in its own way.

They stayed locked together a minute more before Eric pulled back completely, untwining her legs from behind his back. “So…good morning,” he offered rather sheepishly.

Kelly stared back at him, smiling wickedly. “Good morning.”

“And what, might I ask, brought that on today?” he queried, a raised eyebrow showing his confusion, and his slowly deflating manhood showing there was no lack of amusement in him.

“Nothing,” responded Kelly, though her lie was obvious enough from her tone, and the way she suddenly chose not to make eye contact.

“Nothing?” Eric repeated back. He slowly stood, walking to the dresser that now held their diapering supplies, and grabbing a few wipes to clean up his girlfriend. He strode back, and with gentle caresses cleaned her stomach, and breasts of his own cum. It was…strange, but caring. It was almost paternal. Well, not paternal, but…something related? He put it out of his mind as he focused back on Kelly. “Really nothing?”

Kelly shrugged, and grabbed the wipes from him, rolling to the bed’s edge and standing as she cleaned herself completely. “Well…I don’t know. I just, like, saw you this morning. You were going…in your diaper. And it made me feel accepted, maybe? It made me want to, I guess, take care of you? If that makes sense?”

Eric thought he understood well enough. He felt his own form of caring as he went to fetch another wipe for her. This whole diapering mess…it wasn’t as bad as he’d expected to start. And it had definitely brought them closer. It made him feel good to be cared for, and to care for her, so maybe he understood what she meant, at some level. He said so, in fewer words, only to turn and see Kelly smiling brightly at him.

“I think you get it,” she admitted, walking closer and kissing him once on the neck as she moved for a tight hug, “at least better than you did when we started. I just…I like taking care of you.” She leaned back and planted a kiss on his nose. “Sometimes I just want to mommy you and make you my little baby forever.”

That admission was more than Eric was prepared for, and he unconsciously tried to step back, though her arms around him prevented him from doing so. All he said then was, “I’m not sure on the whole mommy thing…but…I appreciate it.”

Kelly mentally berated herself for using the language she tried so hard to keep flippant and hidden. It wouldn’t do to let Eric know she really did like the idea of them both being each other’s proverbial babysitters…caretakers…’bigs’ as it was put online. Mommy and daddy to their babies, of sorts…but she let the words hang in the air as she let him go. She stepped back to look at him.

“Well, you know what I mean, I guess. I just feel like…we were both wet this morning.” Though Eric blushed at the word ‘wet’, he said nothing, so she pressed on. “I mean, I just think…this whole thing is a process. Sometimes it feels like we’re going nowhere. A few weeks ago, I thought I’d finally done it, lost control, only to have the doctors tell me it was just a mistake, maybe. And today…I don’t know. I woke up wet, and…it feels like, we’re getting somewhere?”  Her voice was wavering as she admitted, “It’s like we’re going down a road, and this is the first time I can see a new landmark. I can see another step in the process.”

Eric shrugged, and offered, “A mile marker of sorts, you mean. I get it. I still don’t think it’s going to work….I mean, I’m in this for the deal, I’ll live it out. A few more weeks and we’ll be done, but I’m committed to trying it. So, I guess I get what you mean. It’s a plateau of sorts. ”

Kelly nodded, and then grasped his hand, leading him towards the bathroom. “Yeah. Exactly. Now let’s get clean…I want you in a new diaper and ready for the day, and that won’t happen till we’ve showered…together.”

At the worked diaper, a few errant drops left in Eric’s bladder dribbled out. It wasn’t conscious, and he didn’t notice, but Kelly did. As she guided her boyfriend into the bathroom, and started the water, a gleam was in her eye. I think, she articulated to herself quietly, that my baby boyfriend might not be as immune to hypnosis as he thinks. And that newest file might be getting another very pleased success story posted very soon…

Chapter 10: Playing Daddy

It didn’t take much for Eric to move into his daily routine with Kelly taking care of him. In fact, he seemed pleased to let her move through her various daily tasks…she checked his diaper instead of asking, sometimes, though Eric always preferred her asking instead of just feeling at his groin or butt for a heaviness. He still wasn’t incontinent of course, but even he recognized that he was letting go relatively unconsciously most of the time lately.

“But what does that mean?” he asked himself, nearly every time his mind drifted in that direction. “I mean, I think I’m just used to it…but how can i prove to Kelly this is just laziness and comfort, not needing the diapers?”

These thoughts, as well as hearing Kelly start to cook dinner that night led Eric to get up off the couch and meander over to the kitchen to peak inside. As was remarkably common lately, Kelly was dressed only in her diaper and one of his t-shirts, adorably oversized and baggy on her frame. Eric slowly walked behind her, noticing her cooking something tasty smelling and colorful in the pan. He guessed it was some sort of stir-fry, though he wasn’t sure because as he approached and wrapper his arms slowly around her, his mind flew to the…smell.

First, he noticed the tasty smell of the food cooking. Then, the smell of his girlfriend, obviously more than just wet in her diaper. It took a matter of a single moment for a plan to coalesce in Eric’s brain and he kissed his messy girlfriend on the neck as she cooked and whispered, “Does baby need daddy to change her?” It was a complete and total reversal of the many times she’d gone out of her way to make jokes about being his mommy, something he found at least a little uncomfortable. But…it also felt flirtatious. Even though he knew she’d been using her diapers for more than just wetting, he hadn’t had much experience dealing with it, as she changed her own diapers more often than not, and always when they were dirty. But coming up behind her, holding her close in his arms, seeing her in a diaper and t-shirt cooking for him…he felt protective of her. Possessive.

Kelly felt the same…but slightly confused. She felt cute. She felt loved. She felt warm as his hands slid around her waist and towards her hips. And the sound of his voice calling himself daddy in her ear sent a shiver down her spine that almost completely (though perhaps not ABSOLUTELY entirely) took away her fear at being in a dirty diaper with him so close. She flipped the knob to turn off the stove, and covered the heating pan with a lid, turning around while still embraced in Eric’s arms, and pushing him towards the kitchen door, back to the living room. “I got it, babe.” she said as she pushed him backwards. “I don’t think you wanna…well…deal with me right now.” She hoped he’d take the hint and realize she was messy, but hadn’t yet realized he already knew. His nose was both far stronger than hers, and far less accustomed to dirty diapers, and therefore more sensitive to their scent.

Eric knew, in that moment, that he needed to take care of her. It was strange, sure, but he needed to. So, despite knowing it wasn’t his thing..despite the confusion he felt lately about being diapered himself, and the slight concern he felt ever since Kelly changed their night-time tapes and stated to notice a few more wet diapers than he intended to wear…he pressed on. “No, baby,” he told her, “I’m here. You’ve been taking care of me plenty. I want to do this for you. I…I guess I don’t mind the idea of, uh, playing daddy…”

Their arms still entwined, he started leading towards the bedroom, almost laughing at the silly way they were walking, one facing backwards, one forwards, arms wrapped together around one another. When he got to the bedroom, he unintentionally put one foot ahead of Kelly’s foot moving behind herself, causing her to trip. he caught her so she didn’t fall to the floor, but she still ended up plopping down hard on the bed. While Eric didn’t realize what that would mean for her upcoming diaper change, Kelly found herself feeling humiliated and turned on at the sudden way the mess spread in her diaper.

Quickly and as efficiently as he could, Eric got his supplies. he got baby wipes, powder, and lotion, and with a slight nervous look on his face began to take the diaper off his girlfriend, whose mind raced with hundreds of conflicting, somewhat erotic and somewhat uncomfortable worries and thoughts. Though the smell was pretty unpleasant, and the task wasn’t fun for Eric, he did note that it seemed to have a really intense effect on Kelly. She actually stuck her thumb in her mouth for a moment while he was changing her, and as he ran the wipes across her backside, he noticed that she wiggled her hips in an almost playful fashion.

When he was done and the diaper was rolled tight with the used wipes inside, he quickly rediapered her and stood her up for a kiss. It was long, and passionate. It was, he thought, one of the most slow yet intense kisses he could remember ever sharing with her. But when she broke apart from him, the moment seemed to fade somehow. He quickly went to the restroom to wash his hands, and Kelly went back to cooking. She had wanted to see if she could use this unusual moment to offer him to mess…or maybe to use sex to keep reaffirming in his mind what the fun parts of diaper play were for him..but despite all this she couldn’t forget the food still on the stove, and had seen something in Eric’s face change when he ended their kiss. It was like the game was over…like he wasn’t really her daddy, he wasn’t yet into the scene and the experience well enough to commit to that role, and so he took off the mask and let the moment end.

Suddenly he was back to being just Eric again. And despite the fact that her Eric might enjoy the diapers more…he might even be letting himself go more easily and with less awareness than he used to, he was still not into the ABDL thing. He wasn’t into diapers like her. Right?

These and many related thoughts flew through her mind as she went back to cooking. After a minute, Eric came back in and set out the dishes, getting glasses and filling them with ice water. Kelly turned to face Eric, while he was busy preparing the dishes and getting silverware, and stared…’What the heck is going on in his head?’ she wondered to herself. ‘First he says no to diapers, then agrees, then he starts to act like my little guy, then he goes all daddy on me for a minute there. It’s…I don’t know.’

She pulled the food off the stove and headed over with the spatula to fill their plates. Eric met her eyes as she did so, and they shared a brief smile, something tenuous and confusing but comforting nonetheless. Kelly let the worries go for a moment and sat down to eat with Eric. With…daddy. Or, well, with baby Eric. As she sat there, eating in her diaper and his oversized T-shirt she wondered what would come next in this whole mess. There was only a few weeks of the bet/dare left before it ended. Was there really a chance she was changing her mind now, and wanting him as Daddy instead of baby?

The answer came to her in a flash when she saw Eric staring at her, watching her intently. He had an eyebrow raised, and asked almost nervously, “Are you thinking about something? Or just wetting your diapee?”

The word ‘diapee’ sealed it. Kelly loved that he wanted to take care of her. She loved every second of feeling like Eric was in charge, changing her, caring for her. but the word diapee coming from his mouth made her certain, once again…somehow, some way, she was going to make her boyfriend the happiest little diaper boy she could. Once she finished unpotty training him completely.

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