As you changed your husband’s diaper for what seemed like the millionth time, you couldn’t help but admire his progress. He used to be such a selfish asshole before all this started. And he put up such a fight when you put that very first diaper on him. Yes, he was highly resistant at first. He must have stayed strapped to that bed for weeks as you got him adjusted to his new lifestyle. Then came the binkys, and the outfits, and the chastity device, and the crib, and eventually what essentially became a nursery. There was a lot of spankings and creative punishments that had to be used in order to keep him in line. But after all this time? Look at him.
In just a year he went from being a selfish, drunk, and despicable man to being this well-behaved, caring, adult-sized wittle baby! I mean look at him! Cooing and playing with a stuffed animal. If someone didn’t know better they’d think he was an oversized toddler! You sighed and admired him more as you removed his soiled diaper, cleaned him up, powdered, wrapped him in a fresh one and taped it tightly around his waist.
Maybe I don’t need to keep him in diapers anymore? You thought. Maybe it’s time to see how he’d act as a real man?
You thought for a moment about how weird it would be for everything to go back to normal. Could even ever be normal again? You certainly aren’t sexually attracted anymore, and he was never even able to get you off with anything other than his mouth anyway. Plus what if he goes back to his old despicable ways?
Na…you thought. And then you said the same thing you’ve been telling yourself every day for the past year: I think I’ll keep him like this for just a little while longer…
