Bet you can't eat just one!

[Mary Beth Sanford]

"Honey, you OK,"  Carol asked from the other side of the bathroom door.



"Hell no I'm not OK, my legs are falling asleep,"  Brian said as he shifted again for the sake of his circulation and asked, "what did the doctor say?"



"I didn't talk to the doctor, but his nurse said it's most likely from the chips,"  Carol said.



"The chips,"  Brian asked as another cramp took hold of him.



"The potato chips," Carol said trying to sound sympathetic as Brain groaned.



"How does she know it's the chips,"  Brian asked.



"Olestra,"  Carol said.



"O what,"  Brian asked.  



Brian had consumed a full bag of chips by the first quarter of the game.  A third of a second bag by half time with nearly four beers.  His first cramps began at the start of the third quarter.  All hell broke lose just as the forth quarter began and, damn it, it was a hell of a game.  He'd made it to the bathroom, but only just, and he'd been in the bathroom ever since.



"Olestra!  Carol said and added, "it's the food additive they use for those particular chips.  There is a reason they are advertised as zero calories,"  Carol said.



"How do you know it's that Olay or whatever it is,"  Brian asked.



"I just looked on the bag and those chips were cooked in an oil called Olean which is the brand name for Olestra.  Anyway, she says that some people, a few, and it looks like you're one of them, can't tolerate it,"  Carol said and added, "here, I'll read the warning label...



Quote: This product contains Olestra. Olestra may cause abdominal cramping and loose stools. Olestra inhibits the absorption of some vitamins and other nutrients. unquote."



"Great! So now what,"  Brian asked.



"Your abdominal cramps and loose stool...  that is to say your diarrhea, is going to last till your body has rid itself of the chemical causing it,"  Carol noted.  



"How's that,"  Brian asked.



"Something about the Olestra separating itself out in the intestine.  Anyway, like I said, that's most likely the cause of your diarrhea,"  Carol said and added, "the nurse says a couple of days at least."



"So what you're telling me is that I'm stuck in here for two more days,"  Brian asked sounding desperate. Spending the next two days in the bathroom was not very appealing.



"No, the nurse suggested a couple of things that can help.  I'm going to the pharmacy right now to try and find something that will get you out of there.  I'll be back as soon as I can,"  Carol said.



"I'll be here,"  Brian said sounding frustrated and defeated. Not only did he miss the best part of the game, but he was stuck on a beautiful Spring day in a room no bigger than a prison cell and his legs were killing him.



Carol was gone just a little over thirty minutes when Brian heard the front door close.



"That you,"  Brian hollered.



"It's me," Carol said from the living room.



"Thank heaven,"  Brian said and added, "find anything."



"The pharmacist says you're definitely reacting to the oil those chips were cooked in.  It's a typical food intolerance, like some get with lactose,"  Carol said.



"What the hell is lactose,"  Brian asked.



"It's the sugar in milk.  Never mind that, it's just an example. Anyway, we've got to treat the symptoms, and get you back on your feet, so I got you some vitamins and Imodium,"  Carol said.



"Vitamins, what the hell do I need vitamins for,"  Brian asked in utter frustration and no small amount of confusion.



"The pharmacist says that the oil prevents you from absorbing some vitamins, like A, D, and E plus other essential nutrients.  You need those  particular vitamins every day.  The Imodium will help you absorb those nutrients and water,"  Carol said.



"Water?  Trust me, I sure as heck don't need water,"  Brian said sarcastically.  



"Actually you do.  Lots of water. Until this passes, you're also at risk of becoming dehydrated,"  Carol said as she added, "so I also got you some bottled water and fruit juice."



"How long before any of this works,"  Brian asked.



"Few hours at least, Carol noted and then cautiously added, "that's a few hours for you body to start getting those vitamins, but it's not going to eliminate your diarrhea.



"Fine.  So in the meantime, I spend the rest of my day in here,"  Brain said before adding, "and miss most of the second game."



"Not necessarily,"  Carol said.



"What?  What did you say,"  Brain asked.  Carol's voice had dropped slightly with that last statement.



"I said you don't have to stay in there,"  Carol said.



"Right!  I can just sit on a plastic sheet, poo my pants and change them... right,"  Brian asked sarcastically.



"Actually, yes and no, but not pants,"  Carol said.



"What are you talking about,  Brian asked.



"Honey, I got you two packages of Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear and one package of overnights for tonight.  At least they can get you out of the bathroom,"  Carol said.



"What?  You got what,"  Brian asked trying to figure out what it was she was saying.  What the heck was protective underwear, he mused.  It dawned on Brian just a moment later.



"Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear.  It will get you out of there,"  Carol said.  



"Tranquility?  Protective underwear?  Wait a second, are you talking about diapers,"  Brian hollered and added, "you've got to be kidding me!"



"Not diapers. Pull-ups.  Honey, they go on like underwear,"  Carol said.



"Pull-ups!  What's the difference, they are still diapers!  Right?  No way,"  Brian said with a lowered voice.



"What,"  Carol asked.



"I said, there is no way I'm going to even consider wearing those things,"  Brian yelled.



"I know.  Actually, I didn't think you'd go for it.  Anyway, here's the other stuff you need.  I'm going to start doing a little yard work,"  Carol said in frustration.  She already knew what Brian would say.



"I'm telling you right now, I'm not wearing diapers,"  Brian said.



"I know that.  I just thought it might help you get out of that bathroom,"  Carol said.



"I'd rather stay here,"  Brian noted sounding angry.  



"No problem and I understand.  Look, it's OK, I can take them back later.  Just make sure you move your legs every few minutes or so,"  Carol said opening the door slightly so she could slip the large bag into the bathroom.



Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear, the package read.  On the cover a picture of a very odd looking pair of underpants.  They looked like ruffled panties for women more than underwear for men, Brian mused, although it didn't say which gender.  



Brian put the package on top of the clothes hamper and ignored them as he tore off the protective wrap on the Imodium pills.  Didn't matter, Brain decided, he'd seen the commercials and there was never any men in those commercials.  Just middle aged women playing golf, tennis or exercising.  They were always smiling as they obviously were wetting themselves.



"No way,"  he mused outloud as he lifted his right leg to allow the blood to flow before doing so with his left.  His legs were falling asleep regularly.  Even his bottom was starting to go numb.  



Brian rummaged through the bag.  A small travel package of baby wipes and baby powder were also in the bag.  He ignored those as well as he took out one of the bottles of water before shaking out one of the vitamins.



It was coming up on three o'clock when Brian picked the package of disposables back up to read the back.  He had stood for a time stamping his feet and working his legs before the cramps started up again.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

They did go on like underwear, but had sides that could be ripped opened.  They crinkled slightly but the fabric was soft and mostly silent.  They had no real front or back but the puffiness on each side made it clear, to anyone with any common sense, they were diapers.



Brian tugged one loose from the bag.  They were thicker between the legs with that thickness tapering off front to back but spreading outward like a fan. Diapers, he mused.



A wide elastic waist was what made them seem so odd looking, but that also meant they wouldn't move or slip down, the package read. It wasn't so much the waistband that bothered him but the gathers for the legs.  The elastic, gathering as it did, made it look like ruffles on girl's panties.



Brian turned the package to read the back.



Absorbent and waterproof, the package noted, although what caught Brian's eye was that they were odor proof as well.  Try as he might, the instant he thought he was done going to the bathroom, he wasn't.  He looked at the package in disgust, but finally, reluctantly, he realized a little hope.



His legs were getting sore when he finally decided to try one.  He opened the bathroom door cautiously, moved to his dresser and found a pair of jogging pants he hoped would hide the puffiness.



"Hey, you're out,"  Carol said as Brian walked into the back yard.



"Not a word,"  Brian said.



"About what,"  Carol said.



"You know about what,"  Brian said.



"I wasn't going to say anything, but you've got to admit they at least got you out of that bathroom, right. So really, what's left to be said,"  Carol asked.



"Nothing,"  Brian said moving down the path to the shed. He was positive his bottom was swinging sideways like a hooker or waddling like a baby's might.  He felt the fullness between his legs, the padding across his bottom.  That odd feeling that he'd left a towel between his legs.



They might look more like underwear than diapers and that was debatable, but they definitely didn't feel like underwear, Brian noted as he walked.  It felt like he was wearing a diaper although it hadn't showed when he slipped his jogging pants on and stood in front of the mirror.  



Brian started the mower and rode it out of the shed but another set of minor cramps hit.  Rather than start mowing, he drove it directly to the back steps of the house.  He got off and walked back into the house.  Carol tried not noticing.



In the bathroom Brian dropped his jogging pants and tugged the disposable down just making it.  A light spotting at the back suggested he would have ruined another pair of pants were he not wearing that disposable.  He easily tore the sides open and rolled it closed.  He used toilet paper, then a disposable baby wipe to clean himself.  



Brian was grateful for the protection when that last session ended.  He took up another baby wipe.  It was soothing that cool moistness.  He took up another disposable from the package while kicking his jogging pants free.  



This time he sprinkled baby powder down the back after pulling the disposable on.  His logic, for that baby powder, was the odor.  He left the bathroom with the ruined diaper in a small plastic bag they used for the little trash can. He put the bag into the trash under the sink after closing it with a twist tie.



Brian climbed back on the garden tractor and began mowing their vast back lawn.  This time he was able to complete that chore before heading back to the bathroom.  He had an hour before the next game started.



He lasted only twenty minutes in the yard.  It was his second change before taking up a rake. Halfway through raking he had another attack.  It was his third diaper change and, like the last one, it was stained enough to make it clear to him that they worked.  



Another baby wipe, more baby powder and a bit of fussing with the gathers around his legs this time.  There was something about that gathering that made him feel oddly juvenile and the padding between his thighs didn't help. He pulled his jogging pants up and left the bathroom again.



"How you doing," Carol said moving away from her potting bench with a new plant.



"I'm doing,"  Brian said with a little less hostility in his voice.  



"Make sure you are drinking that water and juice and don't forget to take one of the vitamins,"  Carol said.



"I did, thanks," Brian said almost cheerfully as he headed for the new path he'd been working on for the past few weekends.  Carol was smiling.



It was the thought of Brian wearing a diaper that had Carol sneaking peeks every so often.  It was the thought of taping him into a disposable that had her attention when she was working her way down the isle at the pharmacy.



Carol had never considered such things till today, but now she was definitely considering it.  Imagining Brian being babied by her left her oddly excited.  It had taken her a long time to chose what he'd wear during the day and even more for his nighttime diaper.  



Carol had settled on the Tranquility brand for day use simply because they did go on like underwear, but she couldn't resist that temptation as she hunted for the cutest disposable. In the trunk of her car was a package of adult disposables that did go on like a diaper.  She'd gotten the thickest the pharmacist had.



Brian was wondering, almost at the same time, what it would be like getting tapped into a diaper.  It wasn't something he might have considered before this, but the fullness between his legs and that odd feel when he walked was forming just a hint of  a fantasy.  



It was that fantasy that made him move off towards the house again.  He actually didn't need to change himself, this time, but the thought of doing so had caused in him that desire to do so.  He flushed slightly walking past Carol so soon, but she wasn't looking.  Although when he passed, she did.



Two baby wipes this time with one for the front and a bit more baby powder than he'd used before at the back, although this time he added some of it to the front.  This diaper, the one he removed, was almost unused but then again that wasn't the reason for his change, as he fussed a bit longer before putting his jogging pants on.  



It was definitely the feel of it, Brian mused.  The feel and then the freshness that the baby powder added helped as well, and so too the thickness once again playing between his legs.



"Hey," Carol said deciding not to say something that might make it worse as Brian came out of the house.



"Hey back,"  Brian said almost cheerfully.



"So really, how are you doing," Carol asked patting soil around another of the several new blooms she was adding to the garden.  



"A whole lot better than I was,"  Brian said and after a pause that came with a slight flush to his face he added, "and those other things...  I guess those were a good idea as well, so thanks."



"Thought they might be and you're welcome,"  Carol said trying not to pay too much attention to Brian's padded state.  It made him appear vulnerable and that was also very appealing to her right then.



Anyone else looking might not notice his bottom a bit firmer, a little larger than normal, but Carol did and that thought also made her slightly giddy.  She had images of Brain working as he was now, but clad only in a disposable diaper.  A nice thick white disposable diaper with only a tee-shirt, she mused happily over the image.  



A very cute, very thick white disposable and a short tee-shirt so it didn't hide the fact he was diapered.  That full backside waddling around the yard, with her patting him occasionally, left her almost faint.  She couldn't wait for tonight.



Brian was on his sixth diaper by dinner time and after his shower he was wearing his seventh.  Lots more baby powder this time and Carol noticed the baby powder fresh smell as he came walking past her for the table.  



Dinner was normal except Carol made sure there was mostly bulks for Brian to eat and most of what she fried was fried in the new cooking oil she'd also purchased.  That new cooking oil was also made with Olestra.



Carol felt guilty, terribly guilty over that part, but without that Olestra she was afraid Brian would get over his problem way too soon.



The Imodium was helping and so was the juice and water as Brain ate dinner normally.  



Brian's diarrhea was still there, but it was coming under some semblance of control now.  He had not had to use the bathroom since coming into the house, but decided he'd better change again.  He didn't need to change at all, but he if didn't, he mused, those diapers might end too soon.



"Be right back,"  Brian said faking his cramps.



"Take that other package in with you,"  Carol said.



"Which?  I've still got more than enough in the first one,"  Brian said.



"Not the day package, the night one,"  Carol said.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

"I don't follow you,"  Brian said.



"Honey, it's nearly bed time, might just as well switch to the night time ones," Carol said hoping her voice didn't sound as shaky as she felt.



"Night time?  What night time ones,"  Brian asked.



"I got another package but that one for night... You know, night, as in sleep?  I got those so you can go longer without getting up.  So you can sleep,"  Carol said.



"Pull-ups,"  Brian asked feeling slightly excited.



"No.  Actually these tape on,"  Carol said keeping her fingers crossed.



"Diapers,"  Brian noted.



"OK, yes, diapers if that makes you feel better.  Now stop acting so blasted silly.  Those pull-ups are working and so will the others if you'll get over your darn hang-ups,"  Carol said.



"I just don't see the need,"  Brian said but not meaning it.  He was getting curious and even more excited at the prospects  of wearing a diaper to bed, but trying not to show it.  A few seconds later all hell began to break loose again.  He wasn't faking it.  This time he didn't make it.



"You OK,"  Carol asked from the other side of the door.  She was feeling the guilt more because she'd used that cooking oil.  She decided to stop, he didn't need that, she mused herself.



"Damn, it's like it was at the start of this,"  Brian said from the other side of the door.  His pull-up, badly soiled this time, was on the floor as Brian started the shower.



"It's going to be OK.  I'll be in the bedroom getting your things ready,"  Carol said.



"What?  What things,"  Brian asked pausing with one foot in the tub as he adjusted the temperature of his shower.



"I think that tape-on disposable is going to be better,"  Carol said.



"Fine!  Whatever,"  Brian said sounding frustrated and thankful Carol couldn't see the smile forming on his face.



"That really looks like a damn diaper,"  Brian said coming into the bedroom.  It was a diaper and of that there was little doubt.  Carol had picked that particular brand because it really did look like a baby's diaper.



"It is and if you'd rather not do this then go get another pull-up, but clearly you're still not over your problem,"  Carol said stating the obvious.



"OK, fine, we'll go with those,"  Brian said as he moved to the bed.  



"Just lay over it and I'll make the adjustments when you're laying down flat,"  Carol said as she stood there.



"Not a chance.  I'll do this myself if you don't mind, and thank you very much,"  Brian said wishing he didn't have to say that.  Brian wanted desperately to be diapered by Carol.



"You suddenly an expert on disposables,"  Carol said folding her arms across her chest in a defiant tone.



"What's to know?  It tapes on,"  Brian noted sadly.



"Honey, will you get over this and lay down,"  Carol said in her strongest no nonsense voice as she added, "if you don't tape it on right, it's like not wearing it."



"Hey, why you getting so mad," Brian asked.



"Because you are acting so foolish.  You can't help what is happening, and all I want to do is help and you won't let me, so stop being so silly and lay down,"  Carol said.



"OK, OK, relax,"  Brian said allowing her that argument and thrilled to have gotten past the necessity to protect his ego.



"Thank you, now lay over that disposable and let me do this,"  Carol said as she waved a hand over the diaper.



"Fine,"  Brian said trying not to sound too eager as he dropped the towel at the end of the bed.  His erection, most times, would have been normal, but this time there was a little guilt connected with it.  He worried that it would appear connected in some way with this diapering... and, of course, it was.



"Is it me or the diaper,"  Carol asked in a teasing voice immediately making light of Brian's state.  He was easily aroused and rarely embarrassed by it, but she was sure this time it was her diapering him that brought it on.  It could be wishful thinking, she mused, but that too was OK.



"Oh, it's definitely the diaper,"  Brian said with as much sarcasm as he could muster as he added, "and not the fact that it's been two days since we've had sex."



"Too bad, I was hoping it was the diaper,"  Carol said letting in a little humor, but also a hint of the truth.



"Right,"  Brian said as he watched Carol twist the baby powder open to which he added, "is that stuff really necessary?"



"You are kidding, right?  Of course it is and you know it or should.  Even more so for the length of time you'll be wearing these,"  Carol said as she twisted the baby powder top.



"How so,"  Brian said trying to sound as casual as he could  He was on his back, legs spread, with his hands behind his head.  It was difficult keeping the smile from his face as he watched Carol fully twist open the baby powder before tilting it.



"Irritant rash would be the best reason.  Your stool enzymes are harsh, not to mention moisture, and secondly friction rash on your inner thighs.   Of course, if you were female, you'd already know most of this,"  Carol said.



"Well, I'm not, female that is, but if you say so, I'll go along with it,"  Brian said as the cool powder began dropping onto and over his skin.  Small puffs of baby powder floated into the rays of light as the sun set.  There was something about that smell as it reached Brian's nose.



Carol tugged the diaper between Brian's legs, smoothing the front before sliding her hand along the far side.  She had slid her hand over the front gently but on purpose.  She tapped the diaper closed on that side, smoothing again the left side before tapping it closed. She lingered for as long as she dared.



"How's that feel,"  Carol asked as Brian started to sit.



"Odd. How is it suppose to feel," Brian asked.



"I suppose they might feel odd, but I was asking to make sure it was snug and comfortable,"  Carol said nervously.



"Fine, they feel fine.  So I'm guessing these will work even better than the pull-ups,"  Brian said.



"At least it will give you a good nights rest,"  Carol said.



"There is that,"  Brian said.



"I've hung your robe on the back of the door,"  Carol said.



"What?  Oh, OK, thanks."  Brian said standing.  He felt odd wearing just the diaper as he made his way to the bathroom door and his robe.  He was sure Carol was watching and positive his bottom had more bounce than hers now.



Carol watched dreamily as Brian's diaper folded and creased with those slight accordion pleats folding and unfolding.  The thickest part, as he walked, formed, reformed and shifted those few feet to the bathroom door. If Carol had her way she make him go without the robe.



"Everything OK,"  Carol asked experimentally when Brian came out of the bathroom with his robe on.  It had taken a few minutes longer than necessary for just a robe.  Truth was Brian had spent a few minutes in front of the mirror twisting and turning.



"Fine,"  Brian said making sure his robe was tied closed securely as he walked out of the bedroom.  Brian sat at the kitchen table.  His padded bottom made it feel as if he was sitting on a folded towel.  He flushed slightly.



"Coffee cake,"  Carol asked casually.



"Please," Brian said pouring the cream slowly into his espresso.  They had an espresso twice a day.  Once in the morning and another at night with desert.  Coffee didn't bother either of them.



"How's the cramping,"  Carol asked.  



"Getting a whole lot less,"  Brian said, but regretting saying that since that meant he was getting better as he quickly added, "still there though."



"I'm thinking that you might consider another day of this, just in case,"  Carol said with her fingers crossed as she added, "we don't have anything planned."



"Was thinking about doing just that.  Another day would be safest,"  Brian said with a touch of relief in his voice as he quickly blew and sipped his coffee to hide his blush.



"Perhaps another night as well,"  Carol chanced to ask.



"We'll see," Brian said fighting that smile again.



"Good coffee cake,"  Carol said ignoring Brian's answer.



"That was good,"  Brian said of his cake after his last bite.  They had eaten their deserts mostly in silence.  



"Moist," Carol said casually and added, "think I'm going to turn in early tonight.  My back is a little sore from the garden."



"Me too, that diarrhea took a lot out of me,"  Brian said as he yawned and  stretched.  Carol did the same as she put his cup and dish into the sink with hers.  



"Carol,"  Brian said blushing.



"Yes," Carol answered.



"Give me a minute to get into bed first,"  Brian said in a lowered voice.



"What?  Why,"  Carol asked.



"A diaper isn't very manly looking,"  Brian asked.



"I've seen it already,"  Carol said and added, "Remember, I was the one that tapped you into it."



"I know, it's just...  Just give me a head start is all,"  Brian said flushing slightly.



"OK, go ahead and I'll put these dishes in the washer.  Although I don't see why I can't see what you are wearing.  I mean, like I said, I was the one that tapped you into it and watched you walk to the bathroom,"  Carol said teasing.



"Never mind that,"  Brian said, but suddenly fighting a smile to match hers.



"Can I get a hug at least,"  Carol asked.



"Yes,"  Brain said moving closer to the sink and Carol.



She hugged him and he hugged her back, but she didn't release him until her hands slipped down the small of his back, inside of his robe and stopped right on top of his bottom.  He meant to move back when he felt her hands over the diaper, but she held him just tight enough not to.



"What are you doing," he asked, but his resistance had stopped.



"What I've been wanting to do since you came out of that bathroom the first time in your jogging pants.  I want to feel that puffiness,"  Carol said.



"You're kidding right?  I'm wearing a damn diaper,"  Brian said.  It was toned again for the sake of his ego, but he was now pressing against her and that wasn't a bad thing at the moment.



"I'm sorry, but I can't help it.  The thought of you in these things is driving me crazy,"  Carol said moving her body slowly against Brian's.  



She was still gripping his bottom but the diaper, as thick as it was, made her grip almost useless.  It was the most erotic feeling she'd had in a long time.



"Driving you crazy how,"  Brian urged.  He was reacting even more.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Brian's reaction was two fold: some from the diaper and some of it those hands pressing on it.  He wasn't sure which he liked best, deciding it was both.



"I've been imagining you in this all day.  I've been imagining all sorts of things,"  Carol said pressing closer to kiss him.  It was passionate that kiss and he reacted with his own passion.



He felt her hands slid towards the front of his robe then slip to the middle and the tie.  He thought to resist what she was going as it fell open but decided against it. One hand moved to his waist slipping around it to cover his bottom, the other fell open to rest on the front of his diaper.  Brian moaned slightly as he felt her hand against him.



They kissed again and Brian gave in to the pleasure he felt although guilt had a slight hold on him as he did so.  He was almost painfully erect under Carol's hand and growing even more firm after she started to play a little.



"Sex is going to be a little difficult,"  Brian said in a whisper as Carol's moving hips against him made her intent obvious.



"Making love might be difficult, but a little sex is very possible, and I can always put you into another diaper,"  Carol whispered back.  She was holding him from the inside of the diaper, and her meaning was very clear as Brian's knees grew less solid.



"Not going to be very good for you,"  Brian said with a husky whisper.



"So far so good,"  Carol said allowing her shudder to emphasize her meaning as she kissed him again.



"You realize this is very strange,"  Brian said as he began to take some control over their foreplay.



"You realize that it could get even stranger,"  Carol whispered reacting to Brian's hand on her breast.



"How much stranger," Brian teased as he began to let himself fall into his pleasure.  His ego, far from being damaged, gave way to his libido.



"I can show you,"  Carol said biting Brian's lower lip during their kiss.



"Please, please show me"  Brian said as their passion began to peak.



"Not yet,"  Carol said taking Brian's hand as she began to lead him to the bedroom.  She stopped suddenly, took his robe down from his shoulders allowing it to fall in the hallway as she added, "there, that's better."  



"When?  When are you going to show me," Brian asked following her and feeling slightly odd doing so with his diaper now completely exposed.



"When it's time to change you,"  Carol said as she moved Brian to their bed.  



"Oh,"  Brian said happily giving way to her.  She eased him back on the bed spread.  Carol laid a hand on top of his diaper and rested it there as she bent to kiss him.  



Brian, easing his hand to Carol's breast, arched slightly when Carol's hand began moving just slightly over Brian's diaper.  Brian echoed his touch with Carol's as they continued kissing lightly, then heavily.  



In not too long a time Brian gave in completely.  Carol's hand, the one resting on the diaper moved slowly at first, then faster.  She used her palm a while then fingers on either side of a powerful erection.  Carol knew the instant Brian reached climax keeping at it till it passed.  A few seconds later she was simply toying with him.



Brian's diaper, feeling more like a gathering of silk under Carol's hand, caught his orgasm fully just as his moan was caught by Carol's kiss.  That orgasm lasted longer than Brian thought it could, but that was thanks to Carol's attention.  When he was spent and spent fully she kissed him lightly and edge off the bed.



"Where you going," Brian asked through a haze of pleasure.  He'd closed his eyes to allow his fantasy full reign as his orgasm began and was savoring it still as it ebbed.  It was not a fantasy he would wish to explain since it had a lot to do with diapers and Carol's focus on diapering him.



"Be right back,"  Carol said moving off for the door.  Brian, left alone, moved his own hand to the diaper and rested it there.  His touch melding with his glow.  As odd as it was it wasn't odd at all the feelings he had and were was still experiencing.



Brian, sated, allowed himself to drift and within seconds was nearly asleep.  A soft pat, over his own hand still resting on the diaper brought his latest dream to the surface and Carol's face smiling down at him.



"Must have dozed,"  Brian said sheepishly when he realized he might have been caressing his diaper before he woke.



"You looked so cute just then,"  Carol said.



"Thanks, I think,"  Brian said wondering if he should ask what it was that was making him 'cute' and knowing she meant the diaper.



"I want you to look even cuter,"  Carol said softly.



"Not sure how,"  Brian said smiling as he added, "but I'm open to suggestions."



"Keep that thought,"  Carol said moving Brian's hand from the diaper to his side.  Carol tore the sides of his night time diaper open on the far side and did the same on the side close to her.



"What are you doing,"  Brian asked.



"Changing you.  Your diaper is icky from sex honey,"  Carol said.  



"It's your fault," Brian said playfully, blushing at the word and its meaning.



"I know precious.  Mommy was naughty,"  Carol said as she slowly lifted the diaper off Brian before sliding it out and  gathering it up.  Brian lifted his bottom and Carol slipped the diaper from beneath him.



It was even more odd giving into this fantasy he was having, but he didn't dare challenge what was happening for fear it would end.  He fully expected to lay over another diaper as he began lifting his bottom.



"That's it precious, lift your bottom,"  Carol said softly.

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Brian, was lost to this as Carol twisted right reaching for what Brian thought was again one of those night time diapers until he saw it.  A vastly thicker diaper than the one he'd just been wearing and cloth besides.



"What's that,"  Brian asked not daring to say the word but blushing as if he had.  He knew what it was and deep down knew what it meant.



"It's your diaper honey,"  Carol said as she fussed with it.  She was allowing it to unfold finding the larger back part first before she slipped it under him.



"That's a real diaper,"  Brian said stating the obvious.  He didn't say how thick it was and it was.  Twice what the disposable had been.  There was a slight sense of panic as Carol fussed with it under him.



"It is,"  Carol said stating the obvious as she continued making the necessary adjustments before she was satisfied.  Those adjustments took only seconds before she tugged it between Brian's thighs.  It was then that she added, "and so much cuter.  Much cuter."



Brian, feeling the need to protest, felt a stronger urge to remain silent.  His silence, he knew, would be a tacit agreement that he was OK with this. By not saying no it was a yes implied and it was, Brian realized.  How could he dare not protest except it might stop so he remained silent.



His silence, fostered in part by his fantasy, was really driven by both the feel of this new diaper and the subtle actions of being put into it.  Somewhere along the way today, and he wasn't sure when those thoughts started, he wanted this or, at least, had imagined it.



Carol was never sure how this might happen, but she was sure she was going to try and make it happen and to her surprise it now was.  She had purchased the thickest nighttime cloth diaper she could find and pleased over her choice as she took an inordinate amount of time putting Brian into it.



Brian wondered over that time she was taking till he saw the baby wipe and baby powder.  There was another blush as Carol gently wiped him clean and even more flush when she tipped the baby powder over him.  Microscopic motes of dust danced in the air then reached his nose as his skin began turning powdery white.  What was it about baby powder, Brian mused.



Carol was rubbing it around him from his waist to between his thighs and to Brian's amazement or perhaps not, he was being aroused again.  It hadn't been that long since his last orgasm. Of course Carol was being purposeful in her actions and that arousal was very satisfying.  



Carol was almost sure now that she could go fetch those plastic pants she'd purchased along with the diapers.  Two pair to the box and an opaque white.  The desire to see those puffy baby pants on Brian was almost as strong as it was with new fluffy diaper.



Brian, meanwhile, was slipping deeper into this new reality realizing, as he allowed his senses to take hold, that it was more than he'd imagined.  The soft sweet smell of baby powder, the diaper, so very soft and Carol's care in fussing with both, was stronger, emotionally, than his fantasy had been.



With a little guilt, that he ignored, he imagined more.  There were other things that might go with this, cute things making him even cuter and those, he imagined, would make this something even more wonderful.  He wasn't a baby but being babied like one was taking hold of him.



Carol, fixing the diaper, getting it ready to pin closed was doing so slowly as she had everything else.  She kept watching Brian's reaction.  Not the obvious, which spoke volumes, but the subtle ones that would suggest she could take this further.  Carol fixed the last of the two diaper pins determined now to take this as far as she could.



The struggle to ignore common sense, his ego, the ramifications of it all, and what all of it meant, was becoming difficult as his diapering came to an end.  He would have to say something, anything, but no clue as to what.  He could laugh, make a joke perhaps or even stop this. It was agony being rational at a time like this, Brian mused.



Carol, sensing Brian's rebellion, slipped onto the bed fully laying on her side marking her position carefully as she brought her robe open.  She had left her panties on but her bra was gone and her breast were inches from Brian's face.  She gave Brian a moment to gaze.  



Carol's left arm supported her head, her right went behind Brian's easing him gently but forcefully closer.  There was no resistance, none as Brian, again, simply and willingly complied.  He found her nipple, surrounded it softly with his lips and began to nurse.  Carol's right hand, now free, found the thickest part of Brian's diaper and began gently moving her palm once again, pressing slightly, squeezing, lightly, teasing.



"Wait!  Oh darn,"  Carol said softly as all motion stopped.



"What,"  Brian asked curiously.  He didn't want to wait, nor stop.  It was nearly insane with passion and surprised over that.



"I forgot the waterproof pants honey,"  Carol said.  She hadn't forgotten them, of course, as she held her breath.  It was now or never, she mused.  



Brian had wanted to ask about the pants, those baby pants that typically went over a diaper, but didn't dare.  He didn't want to appear too eager or even knowing about such things, but he knew there should be some kind of plastic pants covering his diaper.



"Well, I'm not going anywhere,"  Brian, after a pause, said hinting that it was OK for Carol to get them.



Carol eased out of bed nervously, moving to the package.  She opened it, took one of the two pair out, unfolded it to that odd, but intoxicating smell of fresh plastic.  Brian watched, aware of what was about to happen and thrilled as Carol fused them flat and nearly smooth.  They actually looked like baby pants, Brian mused.



Carol gathered the panties with the label at the back.  Brian brought his legs together lifting them, bent slightly, so his feet could slip into the waist and leg openings.  The sound, almost like opening a plastic trash bag was very noticeable as Carol slipped the babyish panties over Brian's feet.



"Smells like a new shower curtain,"  Brian said softly.  He felt odd laying there in a baby's diaper, pinned closed with diaper pins and now putting his feet into actually baby pants.



"It's the vinyl, the lady told me,  natural softeners called plasticizers that makes the plastic remain soft and plyable.  Learned a lot today,"  Carol added.  A lot more she mused.



"Oh,"  Brian said before going silent again.  That odd fresh smell of plastic reached his nose and merged with the baby powder which was already mixing with the scent Carol wore.  All of it turning Brian every which way mentally.



Brian went silent, Carol too, both in the depths of their fantasies that was just keeping up with this new reality.  Their fantasies made better by that reality as Brian planted his feet to lift his bottom once the baby pants were near his knees.  He could now smell the new plastic strongly mixing only slightly with his baby powder as the new plastic slipped over his knees..



Those panties, clearly what you'd see on a baby, went over Brian's diaper easily with room to spare when he lifted his bottom.  The woman at the pharmacy suggested that style because they were made generously, she'd said, so you could add soakers or even double the diapers.  Carol had purchased the soakers but put off suggesting that particular item, deciding first to get Brian to at least go for this.



It was done but Carol, still sitting at Brian's side, began playing again and Brian, happily, closed his eyes as he found and fondled Carol's breast.  Carol, with her hand still over Brian's baby pants and diaper laid down again as before allowing Brian easy reach of her breast.  Brian, also as before, began nursing once again.



It was foreplay, but with some odd notions now filling their thoughts.  Brian had imagined this, as Carol had, and before long Carol's hand was slipping into Brian's diaper.  Brian, fully aroused, as aroused as Carol was, moved up to Carol's lips and kissed her as Carol teased.  



There was an awkward moment when Carol slipped the baby pants down to expose the diaper pins before opening Brian's diaper.  Carol eased herself over Brian and joined him.  Their rhythm, matching each other after a moment, began slowly, picking up it's tempo as the seconds ticked by.  



They reached orgasm at the same time.



The moments following were not nearly as awkward as Brian imagined as Carol, with a look of satisfaction, eased forward to kiss again.  They parted, Carol moving to Brian's side, and again Brian's diaper was pinned closed before Carol eased his baby pants back on.  



Brian, in his own thoughts, mixing sex with the notion of his new baby clothes, along with this act of babying him, laid quietly helping only as needed.  This time allowing Carol those minutes to fix the diaper pins and his baby pants back in place.  There was nothing left to be said as Brian accepted what was happening after what had happened.



They kissed again as Carol slipped beside him.  Only a couple of minutes passed before Brian's breathing began to slow and grow deeper.  His nursing, starting again when Carol laid next to him, also slowed, then stopped with Brian's mouth still covering Carol's breast.  



Brain was fast asleep as Carol eased herself up from the bed.  She allowed the comforter to flow open before laying it gently over Brian who didn't stir even slightly to its touch.  Carol moved to her dresser, taking a nightgown from the drawer to change into. Once changed she began removing the pacifier she'd purchased, opened and hid in the pocket of her robe.



Brian lips parted as Carol softly teased the pacifier against them moving it slightly back and froth.  Brian nursed a moment before holding it. It was a sight Carol had imagined for hours before this.



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Carol, touching Brian's baby pants after easing under the comforter, smiled happily, only slightly amazed at what had happened.  There were two fresh diapers from the package of three and another pair of plastic pants waiting.  Enough for a couple more changes.  It didn't matter, Carol decided, if he needed them or not.



Carol found herself stirring, again, sexually, but decided to allow Brian his sleep before she would satisfy herself, again.  The fact that she had that last time was an amazing reality, but perhaps not given what was happening.  Their roles had shifted completely with Brian now submissive and she dominate and just the thought of that had turned her in a number of new directions.



Positioning, one over the other, never had been that way between them, but this fostered some of those notions.  Carol did not want to strip Brian of his role, because she liked their relationship as it was, but allowing this slight shift also had it's pleasures.  



How far it might go was filling her thoughts as she got back up and went to Brian's dresser drawer. She was too excited to sleep as she lifted one of Brian's new tee-shirts from his drawer.



Carol cut eight inches off the bottom of that tee-shirt before quickly reforming a new hem on her sewing machine.  She estimated it would fall short of his waist by a good four to five inches.  More than enough to keep the image of his diaper and plastic pants clear.



With his "new" work shirt done, and she laughed at that thought, she moved to the bag and the rest of Brian's new things.  Another pacifier and clip, bubbled under plastic, was white as she cut away the packaging.  The baby bottle, also white, she rinsed and filled with milk.  



The second pacifier with it's clip went on Brian's shortened tee-shirt. The baby bottle went into the refrigerator behind the orange juice.  Breast, pacifier, then his bottle she mused as she opened the box of plastic pants for the second pair.  Brian's baby panties, she, mused as she fluffed them open.



Brain was curled into a near fetal position when Carol finished getting his things ready.  



There were now two diapers neatly folded in the bathroom sitting next to his second pair of baby pants.  Next to those Brain's shortened tee-shirt with the pacifier clipped to it.  Baby soap in the shower, his first pacifier in the pocket of his robe and tennis shoes with white socks sitting below.



Carol slipped into bed, adjusted the comforter around her once again and cuddled Brian when he stirred.  She was cooing in his left ear as her left arm slid along his waist allowing her hand to rest directly over his diaper.  He was still asleep, yet aroused. Carol smiled, wondering what form his dreams might be taking at that moment as she slowly and gently caressed him over his baby clothes.  She fell asleep...



Sunlight caught Carol first as she eased awake.  She almost always woke sooner than Brian and when they had sex even sooner.  Carol's nightgown had ridden slightly above her waist as she moved to cover herself against the chill.  It was then that another thought stuck her and she snickered louder than she wanted.



That nightgown, fashioned from a pattern she'd purchased on Ebay was a vintage baby doll nighty with panties, not just panties, she mused.  It was the panties that led her thoughts when she ordered them.  They were called bloomers back then and true to the pattern two layers of nylon to match the top.  Brian loved the baby dolls she wore.



Carol standing there at the mirror, did the math, estimating how much room they had on her realizing, with another snicker, they'd easily fit over Brian's diaper and plastic baby pants.  The pair she'd made for this set were laced around the legs but she had another she'd ruffled in lavender instead of pink.



The perfect little baby dress, she mused, feeling suddenly wicked as she ran her hand over the top she was wearing.  How far she might push this was part of her thoughts as she heard Brian's breathing shift just a second before his legs moved.



He was on his back and that stretch allowed Carol to move back to the bed to join him.  Carol bent in and kissed him as her hand slipped to the front of his diaper once again.



Brian's dream, slipping away, was of Carol standing over him.  He was in a crib and smaller.  Her kiss and that caress changed the dream slightly and he was an adult again.  His arousal, under the diaper that came into his consciousness, grew more intense as the urge to urinate also surfaced.



"Want to play precious,"  Carol cooed near his ear.  It didn't much matter if he did or not, because he had already said yes with his reaction.



"Got to go potty,"  Brian whispered as he continued a slow languid stretch.  He almost told her he'd slept like a baby but didn't dare making him wonder a little if he'd dreamed it all.



It hadn't all been a dream as the diaper and those silky feeling baby pants, gathered between his legs when he moved them, and brought him back to reality.  He was wearing a diaper.  He was wearing an actual diaper and over that plastic panties.  He'd been diapered, he mused happily.



"So,"  Carol whispered still playing gently.



"I'm serious, I've really got to go,"  Brian warned as the urge grew more urgent.  



That 'so' of Carol's suggested something that caused Brian to suddenly blush as he realized what she might mean.  She couldn't mean that, Brian mused.  As pleasant as the prospect of staying under that warm comforter was, not to mention Carol's hand, it just wasn't enough to consider such a thing. Although he did.



"I want to play some more,"  Carol said kissing Brian on the ear as he added, "and there is a fresh diaper waiting for you when you get out of your shower, so why get up?"



"Too weird,"  Brian said but not meaning it.



"Honey, getting up to go potty when you don't have to is weirder still,"  Carol insisted in a sensuous voice between kisses over his eyes.



"I don't think I can,"  Brian said pondering that notion.



"Silly, it's not something you need to worry about.  Really, that's natures domain.  It will happen sooner or later and if it's later it's going to happen no matter what you do,"  Carol said.



"True enough," Brian said not wishing to challenge her and then, testing the waters, added, "so you're expecting me to wear those pull-ups again today, right?"



"Of course,"  Carol said making it sound matter of fact as she added, "can't hurt to go another day with diapers... just in case."



Carol had used the word diapers this time, intentionally.  Brian looked at her oddly.  It was her grin, actually mischievous would be a better word and he grew more excited and suddenly a little worried.



"Just in case.  Is that the real reason, or do you like this sort of thing,"  Brian said hoping to shift some of his desires back onto Carol.  He was probing, hoping.  Liking this sort of thing was a little unnerving.



"I like it as much as you do,"  Carol said as she became a bit more aggressive with her hand, as she added, "and tell me honestly that last night, and right now isn't any fun."



"Odd. OK, odd, but yes, fun,"  Brian said feeling the urge reaching a point of no return, and added as he began wetting, "and too late now to argue the point."



"That's my precious,"  Carol said as the diaper began to warm instantly.



"Haven't done that in a while,"  Brian said as the relief swept over him.



"Such a sweetheart,"  Carol said bending again to kiss him.  Carol felt herself stirring again and rose above Brain still on his back.



"Where you going,"  Brian asked as Carol climbed over him to stand.  She eased herself out of her bloomers as Brian added, "oh."



He was finished as Carol bent to slip his baby pants down far enough to undo his diaper, now sodden. As one might do with an infant, she slid the diaper and baby pants off together.  She rolled both neatly into a ball before moving into the bathroom.  



With his baby pants and diaper off Carol moved onto the bed, kneeling  before straddling him.  His fantasy, renewed, took another turn for the better as he joined her.



It was slow, intense and glorious as they reached their own climaxes together.  Carol lingered till it was clear Brian was completely finished and a kiss, now more affectionate than passionate, parted them.  Brian was amazed and beyond questions. Carol rose extending her hand for Brian's.



Brain, exposed now, rose for the shower. When he entered, he saw the diapers immediately.  It was another of the cloth, he mused happily as he decided to ignore what that meant.  He was thrilled beyond reason as he slid the shower curtain aside to start the water.  



For the first time he could remember he didn't stand first at the urinal before his shower.  He saw his tee-shirt, shoes and socks sitting there, then the pacifier.

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"Hey, what's this,"  Brian asked lifting the tee-shirt and watching as the pacifier fell the length of it's white ribbon.  The tee-shirt fell shorter than they normally did as he added, "what did you do to my tee-shirt?"



"It's part of your gardening outfit,"  Carol said leaning against the bathroom door.



"Gardening outfit,"  Brian asked before he found himself smiling slightly.  His wife had stepped over the edge, but he wasn't sure about that edge anymore because he was about to step over it as well, as he added, "are you serious?"



"I am, if you'll humor me that is," Carol said.



"You want me to wear these things gardening,"  Brian asked in a disbelieving voice.



"Only until I can't take it anymore, then I'll most likely walk you back into the house and help you out of them again,"  Carol said with that same mischievous look on her face.



"Seriously," Brian asked and added, "you want me to wear these outside?"



"Please," Carol said.



"Outside,"  Brian said once more.



"Pretty please,"  Carol pleaded.



"Well, since you said please, how can I say no,"  Brian said happily.



"So you'll wear those things for me,"  Carol asked with her own disbelief.   She wasn't sure he'd do it and he'd just said yes.



"I will if that's what you want,"  Brian said.



"It is.  Right now more than anything,"  Carol said moving in to hug and kiss him as he stepped into the shower.  



Brian was almost dizzy thinking about stepping out of the shower and getting dressed in those things.  Broad daylight, but not so much that because their place was very private, as much as the thought of wearing just his diaper, baby pants and that shortened tee-shirt.  He couldn't believe it and then he noticed the baby shampoo.



"And this,"  Brian said stepping into the steaming water and seeing the  Johnson and Johnson's baby soap and shampoo on the plastic shelf dedicated to his stuff.  



"What," Carol said from the bathroom door where she had stayed.



"Never mind,"  Brian yelled as he sniffed the aroma of baby powder from soap and the bottle he'd just opened.  He was going to smell like a baby when he stepped back into the bedroom for that diaper.



Carol smiled again and this time over Brian's question left unasked.  Why the baby soap he wanted to say and didn't.  If he came out smelling of baby powder she would press him more than if he didn't.  He'd still be put into that diaper one way or another.  Of that she was certain.



Brian was sure of that diaper as well as he poured the thick aromatic liquid onto his palm.  He washed his hair leaving the lather for a bit as he rubbed the baby soap against a fresh wash cloth.  



The warm steam rising from the shower filled the space instantly with the intoxicating scent of baby powder.  Slowly, as the odor fed his subconscious he drifted to an image of a baby with his face.  It was something he'd dreamed just before waking.  



He was glad he'd had sex before this, fearing he'd expose his desires too readily.  Carol too was glad she'd guided him into sex for this next step. His endorphins would be running wild still, flooding his pleasure center for some amount of time beyond his shower.



There were a lot of big steps she needed to take for this to work and suddenly, again, she drifted to the nightgown she wore and the panties she stepped back into.  Brian and Carol were physically similar as far as weight, height and, with obvious exceptions, build. Her cloths had fit him nearly as well as her.  



Their Halloweens of past were successful, fun events and only now she was realizing she'd done this sort of thing before, but with her clothes and not diapers.  She'd feminized him a couple of times realizing just now that dominating Brian was wonderfully exciting and now diapers.



She had dominated Brain before, she mused, but not to such extremes as a diaper.  Feminizing him those few times was not too different than now as she ran her hand over her panties, one layer slipping over the other.  she smiled remembering that last time.



Brian wouldn't wear her panties, try as she might, so she had purposefully purchased silk pantyhose with a reinforced panty for him to wear out those Halloweens.  She also teased him into letting her wax his legs hoping the smoothness under silk would help change his mind.



Brian wore the silken hose, but wasn't keen on wearing a slip either so the dress he wore was chosen for the self slip already attached and, of course, a silk bra.  He had waxed, or rather she had waxed him, and he'd had his nails done with the humor such events bring.  All in fun and not so obvious then as much as it was now.



Her desire to dominate him was subtle, less obvious before this, but clearly a desire she found within her as she ran her hand over the soft diaper.  She wasn't sure it was being just a dominate or simply having the opportunity to influence him to be more submissive.  



Perhaps this was nothing more than doing it for the sake of discovering if she could.  Although she was sure it was more than that now.  She had found herself warming to the prospect of regressing him. Perhaps, in some way, she was advancing as he regressed.  She didn't know, but she liked it.  



She wasn't sure if it was the diaper itself, her diapering him or both yet. Although she was sure, with a smile, that you couldn't do one without the other.  Both the diaper along with the act of diapering was nearly a complete formula.  The rest of it, that pacifier, the baby bottle, just seasoning for taste and to enhance the act itself.



She found the pacifier in his robe, fingered the soft rubber nipple and felt herself shudder a little.  Brian, meanwhile, shuddered slightly himself as the bathroom filled warmly with the scent of baby powder and thoughts of what would come next. Brian bent slightly to shut the shower, then the water.  



His hand was almost shaking from excitement.



Carol caught herself drifting when she heard the shower curtain slide open.  It was nearly time as she imagined Brian reaching for the towel and drying.  She wanted to do that she realized as she moved to the bathroom door.