Valentine's Disaster May 21, 2019 22:41:51 GMT
Post by Bad Beth on May 21, 2019 22:41:51 GMT
I laid in bed one February morning with my husband rubbing me. I felt loved and I was glad he still cared about me. He is still going through a burn out so he isn’t the same Steven I had met.
I enjoyed the nice feeling of being rubbed.
“Guess what today is?” he said. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”
He kept rubbing me.
“I want to do something special for you this day. For my baby girl.”
“Will you do something special for me too?” I asked.
“What would you like me to do?”
“I want you to wear nappies again today.”
“I can do that tonight but not in the day time with our son around.”
“It will be covered, he won’t know,” I reassured him.
“I was going to take you out for Valentine’s, I don’t want to wear a nappy out of the house.”
“That will be a very special thing for you to do for me,” I said.
“I know, I just don’t feel comfortable with it yet.”
Steven had been wearing nappies for me after realizing how important this is for me but we were taking it slowly. He will only wear at night a couple times a week and then he decided he will wear one with me randomly. But he still won’t pee in the nappies often because he is afraid of losing bladder control. He still won’t poop in one for me because he says he isn’t comfortable with that yet. I am trying to take this all slow with him so he feels comfortable with it.
“Ready to be changed honey?” Steven asked.
“Yes,” I said.
Steven got out of bed and he got everything ready and lifted the covers off me. He put the changing pad under me and took my pajamas and plastic pants off and undid my nappy. He cleaned me up and put a fresh nappy under me and put rash cream on down there and wiped it on my nappy. He taped it on me and put my pajamas back on and threw my wet nappy away.
I heard him taking the whole liner out with my used nappies and he left our bathroom with the bag and carried it downstairs and went outside and put it in our special dustbin where all my used nappies go.
I laid in bed longer and Steven never came back up. Then I heard Tristian was up. He was in his room playing.
Steven came upstairs and laid in bed with me. He rubbed my hair and my face.
It felt so good and I was so glad he was giving me love and showing his care.
Then Tristian came in our room and he climbed onto our bed.
He laid with us and then Steven got up again. He went downstairs and Tristian stayed with me. He kept climbing on me and bouncing on me like I was a toy.
“Eat,” he said.
“Eat eat eat,” he kept saying and he was getting very annoying.
He kept pounding on me and climbing on me.
“Go downstairs and daddy will feed you,” I said.
I felt too lazy to get out of bed and shifting from laying down to moving out of bed.
“Eat,” he kept saying.
Then he grabbed my hair and pulled it.
I grabbed his arm and he kept saying “Eat.”
I had to poke my finger nails into his skin to get him to let go and he did. I covered my head with my blanket.
“Eat eat eat.”
Then he left me alone and I peeked out from under the covers and he was just sitting there looking at me.
“Eat,” he said.
I covered my face again and a few seconds later, weight dropped onto my side.
“Ow,” I said.
“Eat,” said Tristian again.
“Alright I’m up,” I said.
I got out of bed.
Tristian followed me when I went downstairs in my bath robe and my glasses.
“How are my babies?” Steven asked.
Tristian walked to his booster seat.
Steven decided to check his nappy.
“You forgot to change him,” he said. “Your breakfast is on the table. I will get him in a clean nappy.”
He took him upstairs and I sat down and started eating.
They were up there for a while and then they came down.
“He went potty,” said Steven.
We’re working on his potty training but he seems to have a hard time giving up his nappies because he won’t always sit on the toilet and go and he will go in his nappy instead. I have tried going without and he just goes in his pants and then would come to me saying “oopsy” and looking guilty.
“Will Mummy use potty?” Tristian asked.
“Mummy doesn’t need to use it but Daddy uses it,” said Steven.
Tristian kept talking about potties. I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he was speaking in poor grammar.
“Mummy doesn’t need to learn to use the potty because she is broken down there, you have a working system so you can use the potty,” Steven explained. “Daddy’s works down there too so he can use the potty too just like everyone else, Grandpa uses it and Grandma and your big brother Landon. Theirs all works down there.”
Tristian kept talking and Steven said again, “Only broken people use nappies. Working people do not and only babies use nappies too just like broken people.”
“Mummy is broken,” said Tristian.
“That’s right, Mum is broken. You’re not broken and Daddy isn’t broken and Grandpa isn’t broken and Landon isn’t broken. Grandma’s not broken.”
“I want to be broke,” said Tristian.
“Why, don’t you want to use the potty like everyone else?” Steven asked.
“No,” he said. “I want broken.”
“He is going to be so hard to potty train,” I said. “Now I am going to have to change three nappies if he isn’t out of them by this summer.”
“We still have lots of time,” said Steven.
We were having another baby and my due date was July 12th. We don’t know if we are having a boy or a girl yet. We will find out next week when we get the ultra sound done. Steven hasn’t acted excited about the baby and acts like it’s nothing or like he doesn’t even care. My dad says it’s a guy thing. Men don’t get as excited as women do. He won’t even try to grab my tummy to feel it unless I tell him to do it. I asked how he felt about our new baby and he didn’t seem to care and he said something like “At least it will be easier this time since we don’t have Alex.” I told Landon and he said it was “Oh, I guess that is a congratulations.” I asked him if he was excited about a having a new baby brother or sister and he just shrugged it off like it was nothing. He used to live with us every other weekend until he finished high school and started university. I have not seen him since Christmas.
I was done eating and I put my dish in the sink.
Tristian ate and he refused to go potty for the rest of the morning. He stayed dried too. I didn’t fight it because I didn’t want to make him afraid to use the potty.
Steven worked and then he came downstairs.
“Get ready you two, we are taking Mumma out for Valentine’s,” he said.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I want to take you to the Hard Rock Café,” said Steven.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “It might be crowded.”
“This is a special day, I will handle it.”
“Okay, I hope you can and not get a sensory overload or something,” I said.
We got ready and I changed my nappy just to be sure I wouldn’t need changing when we are out.
I packed some extras for me and Tristian in one nappy bag with rash cream and wipes.
“Tristian, go potty like a working body boy,” said Steven.
“No no,” Tristian whined.
“Okay,” said Steven.
Tristian was ready too and then he said “uh oh.”
He was standing still and then I noticed a wet spot on the floor.
“How did that happen?” I said.
“He had been holding it for too long and the nappy couldn’t hold it all. See Tristian, you don’t need them anymore they are now leaking,” he said. “Natalia go get a rag and clean up this mess while I go get him cleaned up.”
I went in the bathroom and grabbed a used towel and put it over the accident and soaked it up. I left the towel there for the pee to soak into.
Steven came out of Tristian’s bedroom with some dry trousers and Tristian was wearing a different pair.
“Why did his nappy leak?” I asked.
“It was very soaked.”
“But it was dry before,” I said.
“But he peed and it was a big one because he had been holding it.”
“So he can hold it and knows when to go but he won’t go in the potty,” I said.
“We might have to stop buying them and just let him go commando.”
“But I don’t want pee everywhere.”
“It’s part of being a parent, if having him go without and just have him keep wetting himself will make him start using the potty, we just have to deal with it.”
I stuck the trousers in the nappy bag.
“My nappy leaked,” said Tristian.
“That’s because you have a working bladder and are not a baby anymore so nappies stopped working for you,” Steven explained. “Your trousers will keep getting wet whenever you wet them.”
I was hoping this wouldn’t become like my little brother when my Mum had a difficult time potty training him because he wanted to stay in nappies like his oldest sister. Dad also wanted her to stop buying them but Mum didn’t like pee on the floor or on any furniture or wanting to keep changing the bed sheets and his clothes so she kept buying them and putting them on him and was just his teacher because he couldn’t go to preschool. But he quit right before he turned four and he was literally potty trained over night because he was using the toilet the next day like normal. That year he did go to preschool. I used to tease him and say he is a baby and should sleep in a crib again and eat in a high chair and drink from a bottle and Mum would always scold me. Poor Matthew was confused why his older sister could wear nappies and not be expected to use the toilet and why he had to.
We left the house and we drove to the tube station and parked at the car park there. We got out and I got Tristian out of his car seat. Daddy carried the nappy bag for us while I pushed Tristian in his pushchair. He paid for our parking and we went inside the station and we waited for the train.
“Too bad you I can’t push you in it,” Steven said to me quietly. “You’re just helping daddy by pushing your baby brother. I’m taking both my babies out.”
Tristian started to fuss when we stopped moving.
“We’re waiting for the train,” Steven explained.
Steven kept him entertained while I looked on my mobile phone.
When the train finally came, I put my phone in the nappy bag and pushed the push chair while Steven had Tristian.
We got on and found seat.
“Fold the chair,” Steven told me.
I folded the pushchair closed and set it on the ground under my feet up against the seats.
We rode it all the way into London in one trip and we got off right at the corner of Hyde Park.
I put Tristian in his push chair and Steven was looking on his phone as we were walking. We were walking by Hyde Park when Steven said he wanted to take the bus.
“Why?” I said.
“I don’t want to walk all this way.”
“But it will be good exercise and help me keep thin,” I said.
“I don’t want to walk in this weather.”
“But think of all the exercise you would get,” I said.
Steven needed to lose some weight because he was a bit overweight, 220 lbs. We both used to go to the gym together and then our memberships expired, and we never renewed them. I still work out at home but he never works out. He says he is too lazy for work outs so I try to have him do it with me. He does have a little gut too.
“I don’t want to walk that far,” said Steven.
I started to role play with him.
“Come on little boy,” I said.
“Shhh, not in front of our kid,” he said.
“Daddy is being such a big baby,” I told Tristian. “He doesn’t want to walk but too bad he is too big for your chair.”
“Are you fat shaming me?” Steven said.
“What?” I asked.
Steven gave in and walked with me. I enjoyed the exercise and I could also feel my tummy grumbling for food. I had the nappy bag hanging on the pushchair.
I felt my nappy get warm as I walked.
When we got to the Hard Rock Café, it was very busy and it had a lot of people and music was playing.
“I know you like American food so I brought you here,” Steven told me.
I looked around and Steven told an employee we were here to eat and there were the three of us.
“Did you have a reservation?” she asked.
“No,” said Steven.
“Okay, the wait will be about a half hour,” she said.
“Half hour?” he nearly shouted. “Okay, we can wait that long.”
“Alright,” said the staff person.
We stood and waited and I paced around. Tristian fussed again. Steven was also pacing and he was tapping his fingers.
Tristian still fussed and I ignored it and finally Steven said, “Did you pack any snacks for him?”
“No,” I said.
“Hey, you didn’t pack them either,” I said.
“You were the one packing the bag,” he argued.
“You’re also the parent so you could have made sure we had everything.”
Steven didn’t say anything else. I ignored Tristian in his push chair. Kids this young get impatient and fuss because they don’t understand why we are just standing here.
Tristian then started to squeal.
“Hey,” I said to him. “Stop.
He tried to get out but the straps held him in and I let him out of the pushchair hoping he would calm down and be good.
He got up and tried to wander off but I grabbed his arm.
“I am going to step outside and wait,” said Steven.
He stepped out and I was getting hot and sweaty because I was grabbing onto Tristian and he wouldn’t stand still because he wanted to wander off. He started to cry and scream.
I just put him back in his pushchair and strapped him back in and pushed him back outside and found Steven pacing around.
“Here, take him, he is driving me crazy,” I said.
I reached into the nappy bag and grabbed my 3DS. I went back inside and looked on my phone again.
Soon, one of the seaters came up to me again and said, “Ma’am, we’re ready.”
“Oh, table already,” I said. “I will get the others.”
I went outside and told Steven they were ready to seat us.
He came inside with the pushchair and I helped him down the steps with it and we got seated at a table.
We sat down and Tristian was next to the table.
“Can we have a booster seat or something?” I asked.
The seater left and came back with a booster seat. I got Tristian out of his pushchair and I took the nappy bag off and folded the push chair and seat it on the floor under the table. I put Tristian in his booster seat and pushed him close to the table and I handed him some crayons they had given us with a kids menu.
He started to scribble and draw lines.
Steven was acting a little different.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I am fine,” he said. “I am doing this for my kids.”
There were lot of lights and people and music and TVs were going. Steven rocked and I knew he wasn’t doing too good because he was reminding me of my mother when places would be too crowded for her and too chaotic so she often left them and would go outside and wait in the car or something and her food would be doggy baged. Then eventually she started walking with noise cancelling headphones but that wasn’t until my twenties.
I looked at the menu deciding on what to eat. Which burger did I want. I picked what I wanted and looked at the kids menu for Tristian. I decided on pasta for him.
Steven looked at his menu while he was tapping and rocking.
Then finally he got out of his seat quickly and bumped it and chair tipped over and he fell down. Some people looked and he got up and rushed out of the restaurant quickly. He didn’t even pick up the chair and one other customer picked it up.
“Thanks,” I said.
“What happened?” Tristian asked.
“I think he went outside to calm down, too noisy in here,” I explained.
Then a waiter came by and asked for drinks and I said water for all of us.
He left and came back a few minutes later with glasses of water.
I don’t drink any beverages due to calories so I save them by drinking only water and it’s good for you.
Tristian had his in a kiddy cup with a straw. He got bored with his crayons and started to play with his silverware. I had to take it away so he wasn’t making so much noise. Then he was making noise with his mouth and I tried to shush him and I was now starting to feel overwhelmed. Without Steven here and with Tristian acting up, I didn’t know what to do. I was anxious for him to get back.
“Ready?” the waiter asked when he got back.
“I am still waiting for my husband but I can order for me and him. I will take The Big Cheeseburger and he will have” I flipped the menu back to the kids menu “The Mac Daddy mac and Cheese.”
“Anything to drink?”
“What side kick?”
“Huh?” I asked thinking he said psychic.”
“Side kick, you have a choice with fresh fruit, seasonal vegetables, fries, or mashed potatoes.”
Because I am a health food nut for my kid, I picked on the fresh fruit.
“What kind of cheese would you like on yours miss?”
“Me?” I asked. “What do you have.”
“It’s on the menu.”
I looked for that section again and read under the words. “Cheddar.”
The waiter wrote it all down and took our menus.
“My husband still needs to order but he just went outside,” I said.
He took my menu and left the table.
Tristian wanted to leave the table and wander around but I wouldn’t let him. I held him in his seat and he cried. I was feeling overwhelmed. I couldn’t look around and take him to the Hard Rock Café shop or take him to look at the memorabilia. I was sweating again from being stressed out.
I wanted to scream “Stop it right now and sit down and shut up,” but that would draw attention.
I held Tristian on my lap and held him tightly in my arms while he wriggled and squirmed. I held his legs too between my legs so he wouldn’t kick me.
I dug my nails into his skin to try and get him to shape up. “Stop it,” I said to him sharply.
“Owww,” he cried.
“Then stop it and sit still and be quiet,” I said.
He didn’t listen so I did it again but a little harder and he cried.
“Stop it right now,” I said.
I never thought it would be hard to even control a neurotypical child and I never see them act this bad in a restaurant.
I also held his face down so he wouldn’t hit me with his head and I also held his arms too. I felt like I was getting a good work out holding him to keep him from running or kicking me and head butting me.
I anxiously waited for Steven and then I couldn’t take it anymore and just stormed out of my chair grabbing my nappy bag and the push chair and trying to get Tristian at the same time.
Forget the fucking food. Steven is going to just abandon me here and not ever come back.
I was also mad at Tristian for not being a good like all the other toddlers are when they are in restaurants. What was wrong with him?
I opened the push chair and put him in it and strapped him in and put the nappy bag on it and pushed him out of there and someone helped me carry the push chair up the steps. I went outside and looked for Steven. I didn’t see him anywhere. I took out my phone and called him.
“Hello?” said his voice.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, I thought I could handle it. It just got too much.”
“Where are you?” I asked again.
“I ran off to the park to get away from every one.”
I started to head towards the park.
“Where at in the park?”
“I’m just sitting on a bench.”
“I'll look for you. Stay there.”
I hung up and headed to the park.
I looked for him when I got there.
The park was so big, I had to call him again to ask where exactly he was at.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“On a bench”
“But where, I don’t know where to go.”
“I am under a tree.”
I looked for a park bench and tree and started walked looking for a park bench.
“Over here,” I heard Steven shouting.
“Come to me then if you can see me,” I ordered.
“Natalia,” Steven shouted again. “I am waving at you.”
I looked and saw him waving so I went over towards him.
“I’m sorry but I have a problem,” Steven said quietly.
“What?” I asked.
Steven looked down and showed me his wet trousers.
“I had an accident during my meltdown.”
“I had to go and couldn’t hold it.”
“I’ve already ordered our food,” I said.
“Can we go home and I can make it up to you?” Steven asked.
“I’m starving,” I said.
“I can’t go in like this, look.”
His trousers were soak and wet in the crotch and so was the right side of his trousers.
“I should have put a nappy on you,” I said. “We have to get home somehow and me and Tristian are both starving,” I said.
“We can get a cab.”
“That might be expensive,” I said.
“I don’t care, I don’t think I can handle the underground again.”
We left the park and no one said anything about Steven’s wet pants.
We were able to locate a cab and we got in. The cab driver thought my husband was drunk because of his wet pants so I had to explain he couldn’t hold it so he had an accident.
“There is going to be an extra charge,” said the driver.
“Okay, I just need to get home,” said Steven.
We told him our address and he said he doesn’t go that far.
“My husband is having a sensory overload so he can’t take the underground and he really needs to get home and my kid is hungry and I have anxiety,” I said. “You can just take us as far as you can and drop us off there.”
“I will pay you more if you get us to our street,” said Steven.
The driver took his deal and took us back to our town. He took the bus routes and then when we got really close to our home, Steven said we can get out here and he paid him. I didn’t know how much he paid and we got out and I got Tristian’s push chair out of the boot and we headed to our street.
When we got home, I took off my shoes and fed Tristian right away. I gave him a peanut butter sandwich with jam on it. We call it jelly back in America and apparently peanut butter and jam sandwiches isn’t a thing here because Steven found it weird when I first talked about it. But I still have them here and it’s part of my American culture. Steven has tried it and said it tasted weird.
My tummy was grumbling and I also gave Tristian some baby carrots. I had him strapped in his chair and I went upstairs to my bedroom. Steven was already showering. I went back downstairs and played on my computer. I played Disney Magical Kingdom and Princess and the Frog event had just started today. I then made myself something to eat. I had the same thing Tristian was having and I ate a couple of baby carrots.
I checked on Steven again and he was out of the shower and had gotten dressed.
“Okay, you said you would make this all up to me so I want you to lay on the bed for me,” I said.
“Natalia,” said Steven.
“You said you would make this up to me so I want to put you in nappies and you will wear them for 24 hours.”
“He isn’t going to know, it’s not like you parade around in your underwear and it’s not like he is going to notice.”
I got his nappy out and grabbed my nappy supplies. They were a size large and they were My Diaper Ultra Night with animals on them. They looked like PeekABU.
“Come on, on the bed so I can get this over with and get back to Tristian,” I ordered.
“You can do this when Tristian goes to bed.”
“No, this is what I want and you said you would make this up to me and this is it. Don’t make me spank you.”
“Seriously?” Steven asked.
“Yes, you are being a bad boy, do what you are told.”
“I can change your nappy instead.”
“You can do that after I put this on you,” I said.
“You’re not backing down are you? This is what you really want.”
“Yes Stevie, I want you to wear these with me and not ever use the toilet just as long as you are wearing them. This is what I want and it will be very special for me.”
“I can see in your face this is turning you on.”
“On the bed,” I ordered.
Steven laid on the bed and took his trousers off. His penis was tucked in and I unfolded the nappy. It had a pink animal face on the front.
I took his legs and he helped lift them up. I put the nappy under his bum and pulled it up between his legs. I then put nappy rash cream on him down there and rubbed it on his balls and penis too. It got hard so it got bigger.
“You better not make me shave down here,” said Steven.
“It won’t itch, I shave it all the time and it never itches,” I said.
“You’re a girl.”
I wiped my finger on his nappy and I pulled it up between his legs and taped it shut making it tight as I can. It looked nice and thick on him. I pulled his trousers back up and he put them on. He got up and told me to lie down.
I laid on his bed and he got the changing pad and put it under me. He got out one of my medical nappies.
He took off my trousers and he started changing me.
“My dick is pressing on my nappy,” said Steven.
I liked how he was calling them his nappies.
“I can’t wait to change it,” I said.
“You’re not expecting me to do a bowel movement in them are you?”
“If you have to go, I expect you to go in it instead of in the potty.”
“And I will change that too.”
“You really are turning me into your baby.”
Steven cleaned me up with a wipe and we both heard Tristian so he had to hurry. He rubbed rash cream all over me and then he unfolded the clean nappy and took my wet one away and placed the dry one under me. He put it on me making it fast but still doing it a good job putting it on.
I put my trousers back on and went back to Tristian again while Steven stayed upstairs. I cleaned up the mess by Tristian and put the dish in the sink and did my computer again.
Steven never came down and dinner time came so I cook mac and cheese and scooped some out for Steven. I went upstairs to check on him.
“I made food, you never came down,” I said.
“I don’t want Tristian to see I am wearing a nappy. Come see my nappy.”
He took his trousers off and showed me his soaking wet nappy.
“When did you do that?” I asked.
“About a few minutes ago.”
“How many times have you peed now?”
“Once, it was a very big one and I did it all in it without stopping. It held it all.”
The nappy was dark colored and it looked like it was very wet. I felt it and it was very soft and squishy. I rubbed my hand on it. I looked in the back and it was all dry so it was all wet in the front and in the crotch area.
“How many seconds was it?” I asked.
“I didn’t count. It was my normal pee I always do in the toilet.”
“How did it feel when you peed?”
“Describe how it felt around your balls and penis.”
“I felt wetness around it and I thought I was leaking but my trousers were dry.”
“How does your nappy feel now?”
“Since it feels dry, I will keep this on you until you pee in it several more times,” I said.
“Yes,” I said. “I can’t go wasting a nappy so you need to use these until they can’t hold anymore or until you mess.”
I kept rubbing his nappy and I had him feel mine. I felt very turned on and Steven’s dick was hard and I rubbed my nappy again his. I even took my trousers off so he could enjoy seeing my wet nappy. I had on a medical nappy and he had on a AB one.
“I expect you to keep using this nappy and if you take it off, you will be in trouble,” I said.
I put my trousers back on and went back downstairs.
I wanted Steven to wear more often with me and I was hoping to keep him in them more and I wanted him to wear 24/7 with me or wear most of the time. I will let him have nappy breaks and then have him wear 24/7 again for a few weeks again. Then I would have fun changing him and seeing the piss inside his nappy and even feel him wet his or watch it get wet.
When I put Tristian to bed for the night, Steven came out of our room.
“Are you going to change me?”
“Did you pee again?” I asked.
“Yes, I hope you won’t make me sleep like this.”
“Show me your wet nappy,” I said.
“I’ll show you in our room.”
I followed him in there and he pulled down his trousers and his nappy was wetter. I rubbed my hand on it and it was very soft and squishy.
“How many times have you peed now.”
The back of his nappy was still dry.
“How does your nappy feel now?”
“Kind of damp but still dry.”
“I will leave this on you and when you pee in it again, I might change it.”
“I don’t want to get any sores.”
“I put rash cream on you.”
“I still don’t want to get sores.”
“You’re only wearing these for 24 hours and I will change you into a fresh one and when that one is used up, you will be done.”
Steven got himself undressed and I put his pajamas on him. He called me Mummy.
I went back downstairs and I did the computer some more and when I got too tired, I went upstairs to go to bed. I checked on Tristian first and he was still sleeping. Steven was already in bed sleeping and I felt his nappy and he still had it on. I plugged my phone in and 3DS and went to bed.
I woke up the next day and Steven was up.
“I peed in this nappy two more times,” he said. “No leaks.”
“Were they big ones?” I asked.
“They’re my normal pees and I peed like I normally would when I get up to use the toilet except I didn’t need to leave my bed.”
“How did that make you feel to not leave your bed?”
“I admit it was nice.”
“Tell me about your wet nappy and how it felt when you peed in it?”
“Warm and I could feel the padding getting wet and pee going to other places and I felt it going to the back. These do hold a lot. But I think I am ready to be changed now.”
“Let me see your wet nappy,” I said.
Steven took off his pajamas and he was now naked in his nappy.
It was very wet and very dark and I rubbed my hand on it and smelled it. It smelled like pee.
“How does this wet nappy feel?” I asked rubbing it.
“Squishy and wet.”
“Tell me how it felt you didn’t need to get out of bed.”
“I liked that advantage, I never liked getting up in the middle of the night to go so it was nice not having to leave my bed.”
His dick was hard because I was rubbing it.
“How does it feel to have this wet nappy touching your penis?”
“Ready to be changed little boy?”
I got out of bed and got the nappy supplies and a fresh nappy. I got the same brand again but this time it was a blue animal face. Steven was laying down and I undid his nappy and saw how much piss he did in it.
“Wow, that is a lot of piss you did there little boy,” I said.
“I did four big ones, does that make you happy?” Steven asked.
“Yes it does, you’re a very good boy for using your nappy, now you get to wear another My Diaper animals kind.”
I took out a wipe and wiped his penis and balls and around it. I rolled the nappy up and it was very heavy.
“You did a job in this one good,” I said.
I unfolded the clean nappy and placed it under him. Steven lifted his butt up and I slid it under him. I positioned the nappy and I put some rash cream on my finger and rubbed it all over him down there including his balls and penis. It was very hard from me touching it.
Then I rubbed the cream off on the nappy and put it on him making it tight. I picked up his wet nappy and looked at it as I threw it away. Looking at it had turned me on because I had made him pee in it. I washed my hands and Steven had gotten dressed.
“I need to be changed,” I said.
I laid down and Steven got all the supplies he needed for me. He put the changing pad down and I laid on top of it. He took off my pajamas and took off my plastic pants and undid my nappy. He cleaned me up and put a fresh nappy under me. He put rash cream on me all over down there and wiped it on the nappy. He pulled it up between my legs and tape it shut making it tight. He threw my wet nappy away while I put my pajamas back on again. I was already peeing while I was putting them on. This is pretty common with incontinence. I will pee right after I change or few minutes after and I sometimes even mess but that doesn’t happen very often.
I went down to the kitchen and got him a big glass of water. I brought it upstairs to him.
“I want you to drink all this so you can wet your nappy for me,” I ordered.
I checked on Tristian and he was still sleeping. I did my game again and browsed the forums.
Tristian soon woke up because he came downstairs. I checked his nappy and it was wet. I took him back upstairs and put him on the toilet. I left him there while I got a clean nappy for him.
“You’re so lucky, you get to use the toilet like everyone else,” I said. “I wish I had a working bladder. Mama is so sad she doesn’t get to use the toilet like everyone else.”
I wasn’t really sad about not using the toilet. I just wanted him to get potty trained so I will have less nappies to change.
Tristian just sat there and I heard a little tinkle. “Good boy,” I cheered. “You are so lucky you get to pee in it. I wish I had a working body.”
I put a clean nappy on him and pulled it up and got him dressed. I checked on Steven again and he had drank half of his water.
“Have you used your nappy yet?” I asked.
“Not yet,” said Steven.
“I would like you to come downstairs.”
“I have work to do.”
“You can still come down during your break.”
“No Natalia, I am not comfortable with that yet. I don’t want Tristian to notice I am wearing one.”
“He won’t know if it is under your clothes. I want you to come out on your break, that will be another special thing you can do for me to make up for yesterday.”
“Please?” I said. I gave him puppy eyes.
“Isn’t me peeing in them enough?”
“I want more,” I said. “I want you to wear them with me and we will both change each other and I want you to wear them out of the house too.”
“Do you want a play mate or something?” Steven asked.
“I just want a nappy buddy,” I said. “It’s been my fantasy to find a man in nappies and that never happened.”
“How can you want a man in nappies if you wanted a daddy?”
“I want both.”
I rubbed the outside of his nappy.
“How would you feel if I kept you in them all the time?”
“I would be scared to lose bladder control.”
“Why?” I asked. “You have nappies and you wouldn’t have to worry.”
“I don’t want to be dependent on them and I don’t want to spend lot of money on them.”
I kept feeling his nappy and then Tristian was coming in the room and we jumped up.
“Eat,” he said.
“You better give him some breakfast,” Steven told me. “I have work to do.”
I left our room and took Tristian downstairs. I got him some cereal and put him in his booster seat and set his bowl in front of him.
I also had some breakfast and I did more of my game again.
I went back upstairs later and checked on Steven and he had finished his water. I smiled and took the cup away.
“Have you used it yet?” I asked again.
“Not yet,” he said.
I went back downstairs and I did the computer some more and had Tristian watch TV and let him play with his toys. I also fed him some lunch when it was lunch time and I changed my nappy. I checked on Steven again and he was soaking wet. He showed me his very wet nappy and he said he had done one big one.
I took it off him and saw how saturated it was.
“I did say you were wearing these for twenty four hours so that means you are done with them for now,” I said.
I cleaned him up with a wipe and he put some underwear on and pulled his trousers back up.
I threw his wet nappy away.
“Next time I will make you wear them a little longer,” I said.
“Oh no,” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “Maybe for my birthday you can stay in them longer for me.”
“I will think about it,” he said.
“And I want you to try and leave your room next time,” I informed him.
Steven had a look on his face.
“Baby steps,” I reminded. “Just baby steps.”
“I know but I get a feeling you will slowly turn me into your play mate.”
I went back downstairs and went online to look at more diapers for Steven since he was running low on them. I needed to get some in time for my birthday and I was planning on getting him to wear them much longer until the pack is used up. I also wanted to try and get him to leave my room and be downstairs with us. I wonder if that will happen but time would tell.