I self-consciously surveyed the room as soon as I entered the front door, trying to catch a glance of my wife, who I now refer to as “Mommy.” Scanning left to right I found her in a semi-casual smart black dress, spruced up a bit by her sky high black suede heels. Boy did they show off her lower legs and mid-thighs. Even now, I couldn’t help myself as I glanced longingly at her petite figure and chestnut hair. She was relaxed and confident as she conversed and laughed with her friends and other grownups.
She was standing next to the kitchen island, on the side closest to me. I would have to get through the foyer in view of the living room to the right and all the guests and partygoers there, but the view from the majority of the party would be obscured by the kitchen island and countertops - except of course to the half dozen or so women standing there with Mommy.
I swallowed what was left of my pride and bravely stepped forward through the house, waddling my way to Mommy. My black “gym bag” actually full of diapers and supplies slung over my shoulder, my thick diapers crinkling as my hips sashayed behind me, my track pants doing little to hide what I thought must have assuredly been my obviously bulging bubble butt.
Mommy must have caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. For a brief millisecond I thought I saw a quick eye-roll, but from my angle and with my own insecurities, it’s hard to tell the difference between people’s actual subtle expressions and quiet words from my own imagination. She took a half step back from the circle of casually but smartly dressed women and gave me a peck on the cheek and a semi-patronizing “Hi, sweetie.”
“Hi Mommy,” I whispered. “I don’t want to interrupt but I REALLY…”
“Okay, okay, sweetie.” She interjected in a low, but more than audible tone. “Shh, Shh…okay, head to the second bedroom on the left,” she said, pointing across the crowded living room and down the hall. I’ll make sure you get changed in just a sec.” Her voice was sweet, but carried a hint of dismissiveness. I could swear I heard some stifled snickering from the Ladies, but again, it’s hard to tell what you hear from what you think you hear when your heart is beating in your ears. As I took a couple steps away it seemed like everyone started talking at once. “Oh my, go—“, “Did you s—“ “Now that’s—“ “Didn’t I tell—“, ”mmhm” Again, I couldn’t tell what was my imagination and what was actual conversation.
I wordlessly skirted around the rest of the kitchen and waddled my way through the living room into the hallway. Despite the din of people’s conversations and some background music, by the time I reached the bedroom doorway the only sounds I could hear were my crinkling diapers and the blood pumping in my temples in embarrassment.
I nearly threw my bag onto the bed in relief and just gathered myself. I reassured myself that my fears were mostly in my head. People don’t stare at other people’s crotches and butts looking for extra padding. People don’t listen for crinkles when you walk by. Most people see what they expect to see. Mommy knows best. She said to come to this room for a merciful diaper change. My bag had every diaper in my inventory, pacifiers, plugs, wipes, powder, lotion - all the essentials - while practical, Mommy wasn’t cruel. Surely I’d be getting changed into my thin diapers which are the most discreet, yet still objectively loud - especially in any loose fitting pants.
I had just about gathered myself and began to open my diaper bag, planning to get prepared for my impending diaper change. Yes, the party was bustling outside, but no one would notice us gone for a few minutes, especially considering the number of people there. I was just pulling out a diaper when the door creaked open and in walked…NOT Mommy!
I reflexively shoved the diaper back in the bag and furtively faked like I was looking for something in it. “Oh, hey sweetie!” cooed Ally, one of Mommy’s cousins. Completely flustered, I lifted my head back up, much too quickly to make it look natural. She softly closed the door behind her and started coming further into the room. She was full figured, but very shapely in all the right places. Her hair and make-up were done up and flawless, her manicured hands displaying chic nails that were long enough to be noticeable and sharply feminine, without being ostentatious. Her blouse and trousers complemented her natural curves. I was speechless.
“Oh hey, Ally. I wa- uh..was just…” She nodded along in patronizing anticipation, pretending like she was so interested in what I had to say as I stammered through it. “Just, changing…needed uh…”
“Oh!” She interrupted, “are you changing into a swimsuit to get into the pool? That looked so fun, didn’t it sweetie?”
“Uh, Yeah!” I nodded along. Of course! The pool, why hadn’t I thought of that! “Yeah, um- yeah I was just changing into my swimsuit..” We both looked at my bag. Her grin was ear to ear. “Oh, is it in your bag? You wanna show me?” she asked reaching by me for the bag.
“No!” I blurted out, way too defensively. “I mean, no - uh, thanks I just was looking in there - it’s not in there; it’s…uh…it’s uh” I started looking around the room. It made no sense to be anywhere but in my bag, but I had to keep her attention away from it somehow.
“Is it in the closet?” She asked.
“Oh, maybe…” I said, swishing over to the closet door. I was incredibly self conscious of my pants noisily brushing over my droopy diapers, this time in a quiet room without the ambient noise to keep it from being noticed. She had to have heard. She followed me to the closet, mercifully further away from my diaper bag. I opened the closet door to reveal an empty closet - I played dumb pretending to look curiously at every corner in search of a non-existent bathing suit…what else could I do?
As if answering my unasked question, Ally offered, “hmm, maybe check the dresser?” Her question sounded like she was asking if a toddler could find an Easter Egg that was in plain sight.
Nevertheless, I went along with it - whatever it took to keep her from getting suspicious. I waddled over to the dresser. Ally stayed behind me and I could feel her eyes blazing a hole into me as she stared at my diapered backside in front of her. I opened the top drawer. “Hm, nope,” I said still maintaining a cheery attitude. I checked the next drawer down. I knew I wouldn’t find a bathing suit that I had already lied about, but I’d gone this far. I checked the third drawer, and closed it empty again - my heart sinking realizing I naturally needed to keep going down to the next drawer which would require me to bend over. There was no way my track pants wouldn’t ride down my diapered bottom exposing my shame. But I was stuck. I gulped down my shame and bent over. I could hear and feel my waist band come down my seat. Ally surely saw everything, but still she said nothing. I closed the drawer wordlessly and waited. Now she spoke up, “nothing to see, sweetie?” I quickly nodded a “no” still bent over, not daring to move or speak further. Now her voice grew quietly and subtly controlling. “Check the last one, dear.” I bent all the way down, almost surely exposing more than half my diaper. She didn’t say a thing, didn’t ask, didn’t make a mockingly shocked sound. She just waited as I closed the last drawer. The shame was overwhelming, dropping me to my knees as I choked back a whimper. I stayed there on hands and knees not moving. But She wasn’t done with me, yet.
“Crawl over to the bed and check under there, little one. Your little swim trunks must be somewhere.” I wordlessly obeyed, keeping my head down, not daring to make eye contact as I turned from the dresser and crawled to the bed. “Are you sure you didn’t get in the pool already?” I shook my head again and managed a “nah-uh” as I arrived at the bed, peering underneath still pretending I might find something. As I did my booty arced up into the air as I lowered my torso down, getting my face near the floor. Now she stepped next to me and crouched down. “That’s funny,” she said in a sultry tone. “Why then,” she continued, placing a palm on the back of my diaper, slipping it easily under my track pants, “are you already soaked?” Her hand went under my crotch as she said it, giving my full diapers a humiliating squeeze. I whimpered in utter shame. Of course she knew. Of course she played along. She was a cat toying with a mouse and had finally clenched her claws around me. I froze.
She was having none of it. She wanted her answers. She wanted to hear me say it. She asked again, letting me know she was serious, “why are you soaked, little one? Hmm? Tell Miss Ally.” She bent her head down to me so I could no longer avoid eye contact. Completely defeated I looked her in the eye and confessed “I wet my pampers, Miss Ally.”
A sob welled up in my throat and pressure built up behind my eyes. “You sure did,” she said triumphantly. “Sweetie, there aren’t any swim trunks anywhere here, are there?”
“No, of course not,” she said in a mocking “cutesie” voice. “What IS in you bag then, little one.”
“My diapers.” I croaked. “YOUR diapers” she emphasized. “Not just diapers, not loaned or borrowed. YOUR diapers?”
“Hahhaha!” Now she openly laughed. “Your poor wife. Probably thought she was marrying a man at some point. Turns out her little hubby needs Huggies. But a man doesn’t wet his diapers, not a real man, right sweetie?”
“No, not at all. But here you are in dire need of a diaper change. What does that make you then? Certainly not a real man. What are you?”
“I…I-uh…I’m a diaper boy, Miss Ally”
“Awww, there it is. Well,” she began to get up, sitting on the bed next to my diaper bag. “It looks like the little diaper boy needs a change, but Mommy isn’t here. Hmmm.. what should we do? Would you like a change, sweetie?”
“Nah-uh, little one I wanna hear you ask like a good diaper boy.” She reached down and grabbed my chin, lifting me slightly and meeting my gaze. “Tell Miss Ally what you’d like.”
My face in her palm, her fingers lightly on my cheeks I asked, “Please, Miss Ally will you change my diapers?” She waited silently, indicating she expected more. I submitted and shamed myself further. “Please Miss Ally, I really want you to change my diapers since my Mommy’s not here. Can you please help change me into a fresh diaper?”
“Aww sweetie…you need a diaper change? Okay, Miss Ally will change you since you asked politely. What a good little diaper boy.”
In spite of myself I smiled at the compliment and turned a deep shade of crimson. Miss Ally began reaching into my bag. “Okay pumpkin, let’s se what we have here - oh…oh-oh my…sweetie, I see several types of diapers, a few pink ones, a few purple ones, oh, this looks like ponies, a - oh, what do we have here?” She pulled out a Pink Princess diaper from my bag. “What are these on here, little one?” She wasn’t asking rhetorically.
“Umm, those - those are princesses, Miss Ally.” I bit my lip awaiting her reaction. I was so emasculated.
“Pink Princess diapers - didn’t you just try telling me you were a ‘diaper boy’? Tell me, little missy, do diaper boys have pink princess diapers and a diaper bag full of pink and purple diapers for their Mommy’s to change them in to?” I shook my head. “No, sweetie you’re right. Who would have diapers like this in their bag?”
“A diaper girl, Miss Ally.”
That’s right, missy. A diaper girl. So let’s try that again. What does this all make you?”
“A diaper girl, Miss Ally.”
“Let me hear you say the whole thing, darlin’. What are you?”
“I’m a diaper girl Miss Ally.”
“Good girl! Now sweetie, what should we get you changed into?” She held up a few diapers. I pointed to the thinnest one in her hand. A basic white Depends diaper. That would be a “go-to” in this situation. Sure I’d be diapered around all these grown ups, but they were discreet enough. “Hmm, I dunno sweetums, I was thinking this might be more appropriate for a diaper girl for the evening.” She held up a thick pink MegaMax. “The pink certainly makes a statement, but it’s simple and classy enough not to draw too much attention if someone were to catch sight of the waistband. Plus, it’s thick enough to take what is sure to be more wettings for the rest of the evening. You certainly seem to be a heavy wetter, tootsie pop.”
I squirmed at her childish name calling. It was so humiliating, but what could I do other than respectfully make my point. “Umm, yes, Miss Ally, you have a point. It’s just that usually in a situation like this in public, Mommy allows me to be a bit more discreet.”
“Oh, is that so?” Miss Ally replied appearing rather genuine. Maybe overly so. “Well that’s no problem, let's just go make sure with Mommy then.” Both diapers in one hand, she grabbed my hand with the other and briskly began striding towards the door, pulling me in tow. Oh, no! She wasn’t serious was she!? My heart burst in my ears as she reached for the door handle. “Wait! Wait!” I pleaded. She took a half a second pause as she grabbed the handle to look back at me. “You’re right! You’re right, Miss Ally.” She turned all the way around, but kept her hand on the door handle, allowing me to continue talking. “I-I think better safe than sorry. Maybe i-it’s better to wear the pink one. Then I won’t need a change as quickly, either.” I was so embarrassed to be admitting that I would surely continue wetting my next diaper, too.
“Aww, sweetie now that’s using that big-girl brain of yours. What a smart cookie,” she teased. She led me back over to the bed. “Okay, hun. Let’s take those pants off.” I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and let my track pants fall to the ground. Miss Ally folded them up and placed them on a chair, well away from the bed. If someone intruded, there was no quick way to cover myself up. I was completely exposed in front of Mommy’s younger cousin. I felt so small and humiliated. But she wasn’t done laying it on, yet. She had me lay down. “Okay, sweetie, let’s try again. Go ahead and ask Miss Ally for what you need. You better make me believe it, little missy or I’ll walk you right out into the party to ask Mommy which diaper to change you into. Understand, princess?” I nodded furiously, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Please Miss Ally,” I begged. “Can you please change me into my pink pampers. Those are the best ones for me, tonight.”
“These ones? Are you sure you want these pretty pink ones, sugar plum?” She held up the pink diaper, her manicured nails looking feminine, severe, and intimidating.
“Yes Miss Ally, I want to wear the pink ones, please.”
“Because I’m a diaper girl Miss Ally. And I deserve to be put in pink diapers. I belong in pink pampers, Miss Ally.”
She smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Her attitude turned almost casual. “Okay sweetie, if you insist. But only because you really want it.” At that, she took a light purple pacifier from my bag. I instinctively opened my mouth and she popped it in with a sweet giggle and a little shrug as if to say “so sweet.” She began untaping my diapers. She pulled the front down and slid it to the side. She grabbed a scented baby wipe and began wiping me down. The cool air felt so good after hours of being in the soaked diaper that I had arrived in. However, it also had a slight shrinking effect on me. Miss Ally noticed as she cleaned me up, “Well sweetie, it sure looks like the pink diapers might be the most fitting thing for you to be wearing after all. Hard to argue these little bits belong in anything else.” I whimpered a response around my paci. I was no porn star, but I wasn’t THAT small. Nonetheless, I couldn’t argue with her. As if my body was responding to her and betraying me, I looked down to see I’d shrunken quite a bit. “Okay here we go, just what the diaper girl wanted,” she teased, unfolding the pink diaper. I lifted up my hips for her to slide it underneath me. “Thatta girl!” she cooed. She grabbed the powder and liberally applied it before rubbing it in. Her hands on my shrinking member were such a tease. Normally a beautiful, confident woman like her would make any man thrilled to receive her attention to his manhood. In my case though, the powder only acted to shrink me further, and the intimate touch in a sexual place was tender and caring, yet the furthest thing from any type of sexual touch. The cruel irony made me whimper again behind my paci. “It’s okay, little one,” she said softly. “Almost done. You’re being such a good girl for Miss Ally for the first time she changes your diaper.” Wait, first time!? What did she mean by that? She used another wipe to clean the powder off her hands, then rolled them up in my old, soggy diaper and put it in a toss bag to throw away later. Then she put it all back in my “gym bag.” Finally, she grabbed the front of the pink diaper and pulled it up tight, snuggly taping it as high up my waist as she could.
No sooner had she secured the last tape when the door quickly opened as Mommy came in closing it behind her.
We made eye contact and I felt complete shame looking past my pacifier and puffy pink pampers at Mommy’s stunning figure in her black dress and heels. She gave me a look which seemed to combine surprise, amusement, and a bit of scorn and disappointment all at the same time. I helplessly sucked on my purple paci.
“Hey girl,” Miss Ally said. I just got her all set. Mommy looked at Miss Ally and back to me at Miss Ally’s use of the pronoun “her.”
Mommy gave me an icy smirk. “Oh, a PINK diaper, I see!” she said coldly with a bit of condescension.
“Yeah, ya know I wasn’t sure, but she practically begged me to put her in pink pampers.” What! The liar! This was SO unfair! I began to squirm and let out a muffled squeal in protest, but Mommy’s glare stopped me dead in my tracks. I didn’t dare move, my breath coming heavy through my nose around my pacifier at Miss Ally’s audacity.
Mommy’s words were sharp as she scolded me directly, “At this point it doesn’t really matter whether you asked or not. It happened. And you let it happen. I’m here at a party with our friends and my husband has not been able to join because he - no sorry - SHE is getting her pampers changed. Her big crinkly pink pampers.
“I’m sowwy, Mommy” I muffled from behind my pacifier. I’m not sure what it was, but my muffled apology seemed to break the tension a bit. Mommy chuckled slightly with her hand over her mouth for a quick second. While her tone lost its edge, she was still serious. “Alright sorry for that, sometimes it’s just a lot though, and I honestly
was not expecting a pink diaper. Well done, Ally. And how did you know?”
“Umm - I mean I could kinda tell from the waddle and the way you two interacted I knew something was up. And I figured we’re close enough and if the situation is what I thought it was, you might appreciate the help.”
Mommy laughed again. “Wow, well you certainly hit the nail on the head on all accounts. Thank you! Yes, sometimes it’s a lot, but I’m trying to meet his needs while maintaining my own. And he really actually is super sweet and VERY obedient. I haven’t done a chore in months!”
“Really!? Wow, that’s amazing. You think I could borrow her every once in a while? I’d certainly take the help if it meant freeing you up for a bit. I’d keep her on task!”
“Wait,” Mommy replied slightly laughing but a little incredulous and relieved, “you mean like a babysitter?”
“Yeah, sure!” said Miss Ally. “I mean the diaper change wasn’t so bad. Plus, what are cousins for? I mean, heck, I already changed her once - take the night off if you want to. You certainly look ready for a night out!”
Now it was Mommy’s turn to smile like a cat that ate the canary. “Oh, this ole thing?” She gave a half twirl and her pert bottom raised up a bit, her dress ending right at mid-thigh. It was almost like it could have gone lower but her supple booty kept the hem just a bit higher. I loved that dress on her. I wanted to go out with her while she was in it. If I could have just been changed into the small thin diaper, Mommy wouldn’t have been thrown off. It wouldn’t be as emasculating as the pink monstrosity I was swaddled in. I could have gone out instead of having Miss Ally be my new babysitter - although I did like her attention, too. “I mean are you serious? That would be so great. We were gonna head out after this with some other friends, but it’d be great to go out without a diaper bag in tow!” Both ladies had a good laugh. Mommy’s words cut through me. I didn’t wear diapers that often - only recently had we been playing into the dynamic more. And she didn’t even change me until the end of the night. Or I just changed myself - it really wasn’t usually Mommy’s favorite thing, obviously. But most of the time I didn’t wet at all while we were out. It was just fun to be out diapered and doing our normal thing. Why was Mommy doing this? Again, it seemed so unfair.
“Well, get a head start,” Miss Ally offered. “I can take her back to my place to get some chores done - that’s payment enough for me. And just pick her up later tonight. I’m free tomorrow morning, so a sleep-over is totally fine, too. Whatever you need.”
“Oh, wow, yeah thanks I think I will. Yeah that sounds great I’ll just call or text you later.”
“Yeah no worries, sounds good. Enjoy, lady!” Miss Ally said reaching out to hug Mommy goodbye. They embraced quickly and Miss Ally playfully grabbed the hem of Mommy’s dress. She flipped it up revealing Mommy’s lacy black thong underneath. Black thong!? My heart went into my throat. Being a diaper lover, I had told Mommy over the years how much I loved her full backed and playfully cut panties. Her wardrobe had changed over the years away from many of the thongs she had worn when we first got together and more towards the ones she knew I thought were sexy. Her ex-boyfriend had apparently loved Mommy wearing thongs, so that’s what her panty drawer used to mostly consist of. She still had a few, but where did this one come from? I hadn’t seen if before had I? And why was she wearing it tonight? Hadn’t she said we planned to go out later? Must have been a weird coincidence. Right? “Ohh, damn girl, you ARE looking sexy tonight,” Miss Ally complimented
Mommy brushed Miss Ally’s hand away and her hem back down. “Hey, hey, watch out, not sure the Pamper Princess could handle seeing that!” Mommy teased. I squirmed and whimpered behind my paci again. Both ladies shared another laugh.
“Alright.” Miss Ally said. “Better get going before little hubby creams that diaper.”
“Ohmygawd,” Mommy laughed. “Okay thanks again. See ya. I’ll let you know my timeline tonight. Bye!”
And with that she walked right back out the door. She didn’t give me another look. Didn’t say goodbye. No hug. No “good night.” Didn’t even tell me to be good for my new sitter who was almost a decade younger than me. Just called
me a “Pamper Princess” and doubted that I could handle seeing her, my own wife, in her underwear without cumming in my diapers But who am I kidding. I could barely handle it at all. The shame, humiliation, and insecurity left a hole in my stomach. My pink diaper swaddled me tight. I looked up at Miss Ally in expectant desperation.
“You’re all mine now, sweetie!” she said. I crawled over to her leg and squeezed it tight. I didn’t know what was next, but Miss Ally would make everything better. Right?
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