It’s been six months since I forced my husband to wear diapers to bed. Three months since I dressed him up in onesies and gave him his night teddy bear. One month since he started to wake up wet, having accidents in his sleep.
But lately, something different is happening.
Sometimes it happens after I get up, sometimes when I’m still in bed. I see him waking up slowly, half-asleep even, turning into his stomach and starting to hump his wet diaper. I know he likes to cum in his diapers from time to time, mainly around sex, but his recent behavior is deeper than just sex. He developed a need, a need to hump his morning diaper, it doesn’t matter if I’m there or not. He starts slowly, still with his eyes closed. Going back and forth, picking up the pace. The quiet room filled with muffled crinkles. He does it until he makes a cute little noise, tired and content, he stops and goes back to bed for a little while.
Today I got up early and made myself a cup of coffee.
I came back to see if my husband got up, but he was still lying there, sleeping.
Wearing his adorable cars onesie, still sucking his pacifier and holding his teddy.
I love him so much, but I can’t see him as a man anymore, he is just my baby boy.
Like every morning lately, he starts with humping away his diaper.
We used to have morning sex, but now he has his diaper and I have an idea.
I came closer to the bed and kneeled next to his side. I put one hand over his lower back, the other on his head, playing with his hair. I gave his lower back small pushes, setting a rhythm. I played with the tips of his hair, caressing his ear.
“That’s my good boy. Good morning. Does my baby like his morning diaper?” I asked silently.
He nodded while making noises from sucking his pacifier, still with his eyes closed.
“Good. Do you like being my baby?”
The pace picked up as I asked and he nodded again.
I let him go at it for another minute, while I was stroking his body.
“I know you feel like a baby and I feel the same way about you, you are nothing more than a baby, my baby”
He didn’t need my help anymore with his lower back, he was thrusting while holding his teddy bear closer.
“Now that I got you as a baby in my life, I need a real man with me. A man who wants real sex and not to hump his little peepee to his wet dippy” I whispered into his ear.
“Do it baby, make love to your wet diaper while I’ll look for a new daddy” I said and gave his diaper a little spank.
“YYYEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHH” He shouted while his body tensed and exploded in his diaper.
I got up on my feet, looking at him from above.
He was catching his breath through the pacifier’s mouthguard.
He didn’t dare to look at me, I was sensing he was confused.
We never talked about opening our marriage, but he was just a baby and I needed a man. Apparently, I’m not the only one who needed a real man, because I think he liked the idea of having a new daddy.
I turned around, walked away, knowing he was looking at me, dazzled and embarrassed by what had just happened.
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