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Chapter one
I was working in my basement office, if surfing the net for porn is working, when the door bell rang. I groaned in frustration, madden by this unwanted interruption. I had just stumbled onto an interesting story site. One that contained countless stories about forced diaper wearing, female domination, and humiliating accounts of being caught "dressed up". The story I was reading had all the elements I loved. Thick diapers, verbal humiliation, and a strong wife taking control. Now, just as the story was really getting good, I needed to click off the site and answer the door. I half debated leaving the page up but eventually chickened out and closed it down. I always close out my "special sites" to prevent my wife Cindy from accidentally stumbling onto one of my pages.
I had just put on diapers and was looking forward to a nice beating off marathon. I usually wait for Cindy to leave for work but I was so horny and ready for a thick diaper that I had put on my Attends prematurely. I like wearing Attends. They might not be the thickest diaper, but I put on two so they give me a nice puffy padding and I love the leg and waist gathers. Also they look, feel, and sound pretty babyish with their white plastic outer cover. I had sprinkled a generous amount of sweet smelling baby powder all over my body. I wore a pink Hello Kitty tee shirt and white lace ankle socks.
As I admired my sissy attire, another ring of my door bell vaulted me back into reality. I yelled up for Cindy to answer the door and was greeted by silence. God that woman sometimes! I stood and pulled on a pair of old gray, loose fitting sweat pants. I climbed the stairs in frustration as I slid an equally aged sweatshirt over my sissy tee shirt. The sweat shirt was large on me and hung low enough to cover the sizable bulge my diapers were causing. I reached the main landing of my house and heard the sounds of my wife's hair dryer emanating from the bathroom. I knew now why she wasn't answering the door. I quickened my pace as another round of ringing door bells assaulted my ears.
I arrived at the door winded and irritable. If this was a salesmen, I was going to go off on him. I opened the door and there stood a deliveryman holding a big cardboard box. "Is Dave Here?" he asked. Confused because I had not ordered anything I hesitantly answer "I'm Dave." With a big smile he proclaimed "Well here are your diapers!" As he spoke he turned the front of the box towards me, written in big red letters were the words "Dave's Diapers". I noticed "Attends M" was printed on the corner of the box along with "88 count" underneath the word Attends. He laughed saying "We have been killing ourselves laughing about this box at the warehouse." He continued "We thought it must be an over the hill birthday prank or somebody messing with you." "What a riot, I wished I had concocted this idea when my uncle turned sixty last year!"
I was about to laugh and pretend that it was a birthday prank when Cindy walked up behind me and squealed "Oh Dave your Diapers are here!" Still laughing the deliveryman asked "Did you order these diapers for his birthday prank?" Cindy calmly spoke "I ordered these diapers but I'm afraid it's no prank." "You see, my little Davie is a real big baby bed wetter!" "I just can't keep him dry!" "I wake up and I think I'm sleeping in a leaking water bed." "He has ruined all of my sheets and destroyed countless mattress and still he wets like an infant every night." "I have put him in diapers and treated him like a baby, hoping I might embarrass him enough to start acting like a real man in the bedroom." Cindy shot the deliveryman a conspiratorial wink adding "If you know what I mean." "I thought if a total stranger handed him his diapers, the humiliation might snap him out of his infantile behavior." "Maybe he could be a real man again instead of an incontinent loser." He handed me the case of diapers and as he turned for his truck saying "I can't wait to tell the guys at the warehouse!" "This is even better than a prank!" Then he turned giving Cindy a wide grin "Let me know if you need anything else, I always deliver!"
I staggered into the house burdened under the wait of the box. "God, you really aren't a man are you?" Cindy observed "You can barley lift your baby diapers while Justin was twirling them around as if they were light as a feather." I said in confusion "Justin?" "The deliveryman stupid!" "Didn't you see the name tag on his hunky chest." "Justin, you know, the one who always delivers." "I wish I could say the same about you, mister I'm so tired I can't perform, limp boy." I put the box down and was about to give her a piece of my mind when she slapped my face hard. I was stunned by her sudden assault and slow to react when she reached over and yanked down my sweat pants. Triumphantly she declared with theatrical flair "There he is, my hunky husband Dave!" "What cute little diapers you have on." "So macho and manly!" " And look how thick they are, my sissy for a husband must be a really big wetter." " Oh, and look what we have on his feet." "They are so cute you must be so proud Dave!" "I don't think Ive seen that much lace on a pair of ankle sock since my First Communion." "You really look prissy in your diapers and baby socks." "I wounder what you're wearing on top?" "Maybe a tight muscle tee shirt to show how buffed you are?"
Cindy grabbed my sweatshirt and ripped it off my body. I stood in my pink Hello Kitty top, diapers, and ankle socks with my sweatpants pooled around my legs. Words had escaped me. I don't know how she found out about my fetish. I had taken great pains to keep everything secret. I never book marked a site and I always deleted the history of pages I visited. I did keep a box of sissy clothes and diapers in the basement but she almost never went down there and I had hidden that as well. My mind raced, she must have discovered something, the question was what did she know and how angry would she become. Judging by the slap to my face, I was in for a sever ass whipping.
"Well Dave what do you have to say for yourself?" I was about to answer when she bellowed "You are pathetic, walking around in diapers and clothes that are to juvenile for a second grader!" "Not to mention, you are a man!" "Although I use that word strictly in gender only." "Because God knows you're not really a man, at least not in the conventional sense that one thinks of a man." "You know what I mean?" "Like in the sense of being attracted to woman and actually being able to get that poor excuses of a dick up long enough to fuck!" "You would think something that small you would have no problem getting hard, but not you!" "Although maybe I was trying to excite you in all the wrong ways." "Silly me, I thought you would be turned on by my smoking hot body." "But now I know you want to be diapered and dressed as a sissy." "At least that's what all the disgusting sites you prowl on deal with." " Let's see, what are your favorite sites." Cindy picked up a sheet of paper off the top of our kitchen table and started reading.
"Sissy Kiss seems to be your favorite." "I see you love the stories that involve cuckolding, I can put that to good use." "Oh and Daily Diapers is another one of your favorites along with Sissy Search and Sissy School." "Hem, what is the common theme." "I know, diapers and acting like a sissy." "As if the websites weren't enough proof, I found your stash of hidden diapers and various other forms of prissy attire." "I thought I was married to a man, but no, I'm married to a diaper wearing fagot!" "I see you have a serious desire to be humiliated and controlled while wearing a diaper giving head to a man." "I guess the only thing you want from a woman is to change your diapers and to borrow her clothes."
