canttitlethisbaby:Only a few weeks ago you would be so happy to see you wife like this, wearing one
canttitlethisbaby:Only a few weeks ago you would be so happy to see you wife like this, wearing one of her favorite dresses, you both about to leave your place and hit the town on a Friday night. Now though as your wife suddenly turned around you felt humiliation, guilt, and a little fear. You were still going out but instead of admiring your wife’s outfit you felt envious at her adult clothes that contrasted so sharply with your infantile pastel blue shirt, which was covered by your shortalls with its clearly visible snap crotch- the snap crotch bulged that out to reveal your obviously diapered behind.Worse yet was that you feared your wife was catching on to what state your diaper was actually in. She had gotten you in a fresh diaper and clothes a half hour ago so she could get ready. In that half hour you had failed to keep your diaper dry. The first spurt didn’t shock you, nor did the one after that, or the one after that. If you were even conscious of the wettings you dismissed them, figuring your thick diaper could handle a little pee here and there. Then your wife had told you it was time to go. When you picked yourself up off the floor and wobbled in place for a second you fully felt how you’d soaked the diaper that now sagged against your shortalls. Your nervous state only became more agitated as you slowly toddled after your wife towards the front door of your apartment. You made it a few steps across the room before you felt a sudden and urgent weight in your stomach. You were confident halfway across the room that you could hold in your messes like the adult you were. Three quarters of the way to the door and a few strong cramps left you hoping that you could let out a little bit in your diaper without her noticing.Maybe it was your slow pace or maybe it was the smell of your diaper that you no longer noticed, but when your wife reached the door and picked up your diaper bag she quickly turned around to see you there crouched down and obviously filled your diaper. You tried to fight back tears as you scrunched up your face and messed into your now bloated and used diaper.You weren’t able to discern your wife’s expression as it went from mild disappointment to concern as she slowly walked over to you, her heals clacking against the floor. “Oh baby you were just changed a half hour ago.” You let out a short wail at that. She brought your head to her shoulder as you continued sob and gently patted the seat of your drooping pants. “I guess our Friday nights are going to look a little different than we planned baby.” -- source link