Posted by polydor2383 on November 22, 2007 at 22:14 [65.175.170.23]
Here's my first story. Comments, suggestions welcome.
The Diapered Honeymoon
My wife and I met in our senior year of college. We were both in Pysch senior seminar and were arranged to do one of the class’s projects together. She was one of the most attractive women I had even seen before in my life. We hit it off right away and after a few dates our relationship blossomed. She quickly became my closest friend and I feel in love with her immediately. We graduated, dated for one and half years when I finally proposed to her.
I was nervous during our relationship to tell her about my diaper fetish. I was an DL for a good portion of my life and found it difficult to share this with anyone. I eventually did end up telling her and to my relief, she wasn’t freaked out by it at all. In fact, she was more then willing to participate. Before long, she loved wearing diapers more then I did. She loved every aspect of diapers, and if given the chance, she would probably wear them all the time. She was not scared either to wear and use the diapers for their intended purposes either. She preferred more of the adult baby scene, which was somewhat appealing to me. Together we were diapered and happy.
It took 8 months to plan the wedding and everything that could go wrong did. As much of a mess it was looking back on it, it was all worth it. We had told our family that we were going to the Caribbean for our honeymoon. That was a blatant lie. We both instead decided to try something much more exciting and more in tune to our diapered lifestyle. We checked online and found a nanny in Germany, which was like a resort for adult babies. We would stay in a nursery for one week while our nanny pampered us and treated us like two adult babies, filling our every desire. This is the story of our honeymoon.
Nicole and I arrived at the airport two hours early for our flight to Germany. We were both pretty beat from the wedding the day before and arrived to the airport both dressed in sweats and sandals. We went to the ticket both, checked our luggage, went through security and had a seat by the gate terminal.
We still had an hour before we could board. Nicole sat next to me, reading through the magazine she had bought at the small shop across from the gate. I kept fiddling with my Ipod, becoming increasingly board as I sat waiting for the flight. I decided to make this trip a little more fun.
I nudged Nicole to gain her attention.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“I don’t know, want to have a little fun?” I asked, as I shot her a devilish smile.
She reciprocated right back the same smile. “Depends on what type of fun your looking to have.”
I reached down and unzipped my backpack, which I was using as my carry on. Inside were two perfectly folded, Abri form x plus sitting in my backpack, the very last two from our last pack.
“Hey, you said the other day we didn’t have any more left,” she said, surprised to see what I was hiding.
“I know I figured I would stash them away and surprise you.”
“Well, I am,” she said as she leaned in to kiss me. She then reached into my backpack, took one out and placed it in her purse. “Be right back.”
She got up and headed for the ladies room. I zipped up my backpack and headed for the mens room to put on the last of our diapers. I found a stall and quickly put it on. It usually went a lot faster when Nicole did, but I did a good job securing it into place. The sweats I had on were baggy enough to conceal my diaper without anyone noticing I was wearing it. I walked out of the rest room and found Nicole already sitting back in our seats, reading her magazine. Even though I was into diapers longer then her, she always beat me when it came to putting them on the fastest.
“What took you so long?”, she remarked with a confident smile.
“Well, you know. There is always a line in the men’s room,” I jokingly responded.
“Of course there was,” she said in a sarcastic tone. Oh I’d get her back for that remark.
Before long we were finally boarded, in our seats and on our way to Germany. It was a long flight, about 8 hours. We mostly slept, read our magazines and listened to music. It was pretty boring all and all. With two hours left up in the air, Nicole said she was hungry.
“Do you have anything to eat?” she asked.
“Yeah, let me look,” I said, as I reached into my backpack. Before long I had pulled out a chocolate bar from one of the compartmants of my backpack.
“Here eat this,” I said as I handed her over the candy bar.
“Thank you,” she said as she begain to unwrap the bar and started eating it. “Where did you get this? I haven’t seen this brand.”
“ I bought from Frank at work, he’s kid was selling for his school’s funraiser.”
“Well its really good,” she said, as she finished the last piece.
Wow, the second part of my plan was going off without a hitch. That was no ordinary candy bar. I had specially ordered online from a specialy drugstore. That was a fast acting, super powerful, laxative that she had just gobbled down. It all started about a month ago. We were relaxing at home in our diapers. Nicole had wet her diaper pretty bad and was in need of a change. I made her wait and wait before changing her. She finally ended up getting frustrated and took a nap which lasted for about 7 hours. By the time she woke up, she had a terrible rash and blamed it on me for not changing her when she needed it.
The next weekend, she made a whole plate of brownies. I love brownies and ate half the tray in one sitting. Little did I know that these brownies were loaded with ex-lax, a bit of revenge against me for the incident the previous weekend. I had never felt so terrible. The whole weekend involved me having awful stomach cramps and pooping my diaper every other hour. I must have gone through an entire pack in one weekend by myself. I had to take that Monday off from work as a sick day, because when I woke up in the morning I couldn’t stop filling my already dirty diaper from the night before.
I could remember it like it was yesterday, I was standing in the bathroom that morning in nothing by a tank top and my overnight diaper. I had woke up messy, from pooping my diaper in the middle of the night and was now depositing a fresh load into my already full diaper. The runny mess had caused my diaper to bulge out even more in the back, creating a good size hump. The once white material around my butt had now turned a light shade of brown, as I also began to release my bladder. I don’t know how the diaper held it all in and didn’t leak. The worst part was that I still felt awful, which meant that this ordeal was not over by a long shot.
Nicole had already gotten ready for work and was about to head out for the day and came to see me in the bathroom.
“Ah, poor baby, what’s the matter? Looks like someone had an accident,” she said with a smirk on her face. “Well, come here and give me a kiss before I head to work.”
I waddled over to her, and she wrapped her arms around my hips and gave me a kiss. Just as our lips touched, I felt her hands reach down and grip the sides of my diaper and she yanked them up as hard as she could. The large runny mess instantly spread throughout my diaper. I felt completely, filthy. The whole time I watched in the mirror across from me, as my wife-to-be caused even further damage to my diaper.
“Pay backs a bitch, see you later tonight.” And off she went to work, leaving me in a horrible state. I know then that this wasn’t over and I would get her back.
After coming back to earth, I realized that the plane was about to land. I was relieved that this long ride would finally be over soon. I was surprised that throughout the 8 hour flight I had managed to stay in my dry, clean diaper. I looked over to Nicole to see how she was doing. Her mood had definitely had changed since the beginning of the flight. She sat in her seat with her hand firmly pressing the seat belt up, as to relieve any pressure on her abdomen. I smiled. Looks like my plans working out after all.
We departed the plane and went over to the baggage section. When we arrived, none of the bags had arrived at the terminal, and we would have to stand around and wait for our bags. By this time Nicole’s demeanor had changed, she looked like she was panicked. I knew that the candy bar’s course would soon run its course. She looked frustrated since none of the luggage had arrived yet.
“What’s the matter babe?” I asked, “Feeling alright?”
“No, no, I don’t feel so…” She didn’t even finish her sentence as she started to walk away, directly headed to the nearest ladies room across from the baggage section. As she turned to walk off, I grabbed her by the wrist, spun her around and laid the most passionate kiss on her as I could. I felt her melt there in my arms. After a short pause, she suddenly pulled away.
“Ghhhhh…”
It finally happened. I heard a muffled noise from behind her start to grow louder. No one else noticed around us but I knew what was happening. Still in my arms, her knees bent slightly, slouching her stance. A few muffled "ummphs” and “grunts” could be heard as she completely filled her diaper. I could only imagine what was happening underneath those sweatpants. The whole ordeal lasted about a minute. When she was done she stood up straight and adjusted her position. I noticed that her stance was just a little bit wider then it was before. Normally, anyone else would be freaked about by this, but not Nicole.
“Wow. I ate way too much yesterday,” she said with a smile. She moved her left hip slightly, as if to adjust her full diaper. “But I feel much better now. You know, it’s not a smart idea to order laxatives over the internet because then the person who pays the credit card bills knows that their coming. So if you think I’m going to nannys’ messy, you got another thing coming.”
She reached into her hooded sweatshirt and produced the same type of candy bar I had feed to her earlier. My mood had changed from triumphant to defeated again. She didn’t even care that she pooped her diaper in the middle of the airport. She actually enjoyed it. I opened the wrapper and finished the bar in 3 bites.
While all this was going on, the conveyer belt came on and the luggage started to emerge. Luckily our two suit cases came out relatively quick.
“Look there they are, I got them,” Nicole said as she turned away from me to grab our things. Now was the time to strike. As she bent over to grab the luggage, I reached out and put my hand on her diapered bulge and pressed. She immediately stood up. She did not see that coming. I had fully spread the mess throughout the back of her diaper. She was so surprised by what just happened that she missed the luggage and we would now after to wait for it to come back around again. She spun back around to face me.
“Ewww,” she complained. Her right hand reached back to pull the dirty diaper away from her butt. She pointed her finger right at me and glared at me with that pissed off look I often got from her. “That was uncalled for buddy. This isn’t over. Oh no, you just wait…..”
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