Descent into Diapers – Chapter Six
Like most mornings I woke up first. Throughout the night Jen’s hold on me must have loosened as I know had my back turned to her, though her arm was still over the top of me. I mindlessly reached over to the nightstand to grab my phone, only to quickly remind myself that Jen still had it in her position. Without knowing what time, it was, and it was still dark outside I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep but it was no use. I was awake and there was no going back, I blame the nap I had yesterday evening, to be honest.
With practiced precision, I snuck out of bed and used the glow of the moon that crept into the room to carefully make my way over to the open door of our bedroom. Before I continued my path, I made one glance to make sure Jen was still sound asleep. Happy with what I saw, I pulled the door to the bedroom shut, but not latched, as I slipped out and made my way downstairs. The living room was as dark as our bedroom, only having the glow of the moon seeping through the window shade. I reached for the lamp on the end table close to me and turned it on. I did not want to turn the main light on due to being afraid I would draw too much attention and wake up Jen, though I am sure with the door shut she would not be able to tell. Regardless, I had enough light to see and continued my way to the kitchen.
The lamp I turned on was able to reach its light into a part of the kitchen, letting me see just enough to walk over to the table and grab a share from the table and ever so quietly pull it over to the counter and in front of the stove. I tried not to break rules as much as I could, but some were easier to follow than others. I may not be able to climb on the counter but standing on chairs was a fine grey line that fell between the cracks. I climbed up on the chair to turn the stovetop light on to help bring more light to the room without turning on the main light. After dismounting the chair to adjust the position I climbed back up to grab the stuff I needed to make a small pot of coffee.
Coffee was one of the few vices I had, and Jen generally did not mind me drinking it if it was not the only thing I drank. She left most of the stuff within reach, so I could make my own coffee in the morning with little to no assistance. The container of coffee beans and coffee filters was the only thing sitting in the cabinet over the counter, barely within reach, but since I had drug the chair over to turn on the light I might as well make it easier on myself and use it to get the coffee as well. It did not take long for me to get the coffee maker set up and start brewing While I had that going I pulled a mug from another cabinet down and placed it on the counter next to the coffee pot, I pushed the chair back in its original spot, and then pulled out the sweet cream from the fridge and put some in my mug prepping it for the coffee to come.
As I stood there waiting for the coffee to finish, I glanced at the glowing numbers on the microwave, it read 04:28. Doing quick math and adding up the hours, depending on when we went to bed I slept for about 6 hours, give or take. The calculation was good enough for me and will keep me in the good graces of Jen as well. Satisfied with that, I glanced down and stared at the outfit Jen put me in. Despite its babyish look, it did support my diaper which was once again rather wet this morning, it also did wonders on covering my diaper as well. However, the outfit did not hide the fact that I was indeed in a diaper. Looking back at the coffee pot I saw it brewed enough to fill the pot halfway, which was more than enough to fill my mug. I quickly pulled the pot of coffee out of its stand, filled my mug, and quickly placed it back to finish brewing.
With coffee in hand, I move to the one place that feels like my fortress of solitude, my garage. The garage is attached to the house and can hold two cars, but at the current moment, its only inhabitants are just my old Jeep. I never went to school to be a mechanic, but my father was and did his best to teach me as much as he could, he also liked that my hands were small and could get in place he could not. For me turning wrenches on my cars is just a hobby, most of the intricate work is done with the help of my best friend Adam.
I carried my coffee from the kitchen, threw the laundry room, and into the garage. I flipped the light on and sitting to one side was my old CJ and between it and the wall sat a workbench that, to my surprise, had my old laptop sitting on top of it. Sipping my coffee before setting it down, I look for my stool and pull it up so I can sit down at the workbench. I mostly used my old laptop to stream music while I was working in the garage, Jen also hooked up some speakers around the garage for me to use as well.
Pressing the power button, the laptop started to come alive. With a few clicks and a little bit of searching, I found some music to listen to, I checked the volume on the computer made sure it was low, and clicked play. As the music softly played, I just closed my eyes and sipped my coffee while just being in the moment. I loved the mornings, most of the time I get up before Jen and will have the whole house to myself, though mornings like this are often spent in my garage listening to music while I practice my meditation, enjoying the piece of the morning.
It was not long before the coffee in my mug was drained and the need to go to the bathroom grew. With yesterday fresh on my mind, I knew that trying to use the toilet was not in the cards anymore. Using music and my meditation as a distraction I relax my self and just do my business. After about an hour I started to get bored, I could not work on my cars due to the fact I would get dirty, and I am sure Jen did not want me dirty this early in the morning. So, I did the next best thing, after turning off the lights I turned on and put my mug in the sink I snuck back upstairs and went to go see if Jen was still sleeping.
With the sun still not up, making my way back to the bedroom in the dark after I had all the lights out was slow but nothing that I was not used to. After pushing the door open and peeking my head back in I saw that Jen had rolled over to her back. Using precision and grace I crawled back in bed and under the covers next to Jen. Once I curled up next to her, I must have woken her up because she wrapped her arm around me and pulled me closer.
“I would put a baby gate up if I knew you would not climb over it, you know that,” Jennifer said half asleep still.
I wrapped my arm around Jen hugging her and trying to use her body heat to warm myself back up. “Shh, you are still sleeping,” I whispered in response, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep.
With an exaggerated delay Jennifer whispers back, “Uh huh, and what mischief did my baby boy get into this morning?” After a moment of no response, I felt Jen take the arm she had wrapped around me and gently poked my rib, “I know you are awake, you little stinker.”
I flinched at her poke and let out a chuckle, “You caught me, I am awake. Also, I would like to state that I am a good boy and stayed well with my legal rights of the contracted rules.”
With that statement, I felt Jen look down on me as I did my best to get closer to her and nestle into her side. It was like her eyes could see right through me and stare into my soul, a trick she learned from her mother I came to find out when I was first introduced to her. The funny thing is most people are intimidated by my father-in-law, but to be honest it was my mother-in-law that intimidated me the most. After a moment I could not help myself and blurted out, “I promise I was good, I just made coffee and listened to music. My feet did not touch the countertop.” I looked up and met her eyes trying my best to prove I did not break any rules.
I saw her satisfied smile with my answer and watched her lay her head back down, taking a deep breath and enjoying the morning cuddles with her little. Before long the sun started to rise and staying in bed was not an option anymore, also I was not one to stay still and seldom fell back asleep once I woke up in the morning. This morning was no different as I am sure she felt me using my finger to draw pictures all over her stomach. With a quick kiss to the top of my head, I watched Jen unceremoniously make her way out of bed and make a quick pit stop to the bathroom before donning a pair of shorts. “You ready to get back up again?” she asked.
I smiled and sat up in bed stretching my arms over my head, “I thought you would never ask.” I jumped out of bed and walked over to Jen. “Oh, I did leave some coffee for you downstairs,” I informed her.
“Thanks, babe,” she praised making her way out of the room with her husband close behind.
I knew that I did need to work today, but I was still surprised when she didn’t even motion to take my morning diaper off. “Hey Mommy,” I said with slight hesitation, almost calling her by her first name.
I followed Jen downstairs, although my calling her Mommy is new, she still had this knack of knowing what I was thinking, almost like a motherly sixth sense. “What is it baby,” Jennifer inquired, halfway to the kitchen.
“I know you said it was none of my concern, but you normally help me out of my nighttime diaper first thing. When. . .” I started to ask before Jen interrupted me.
“Stop right there baby,” Jennifer said quickly to cut me off mid-sentence. “I know I did not put the rules on the fridge just yet, but can you recall who is in charge of your diapers,” she asked inquisitively, pulling a mug out of the cabinet to put some coffee in.
I sighed in annoyance as I watched her fill her mug up, waiting for me to answer her rhetorical question. I leaned on the counter watching her drink her coffee with no cream or sugar, “I was just curious,” I said eventually.
“Well to satisfy your curiosity I was planning on making you a light breakfast and waiting for your morning constitutional before getting you cleaned up and showered for the day,” Jennifer informed as she turned to look at Charlie and watch his reaction.
“My what,” Charlie asked.
“I want you to go poop first sweety,” she said bluntly.
With the clarification of her words, I just stood there with an expression that only could be read as ‘Really?’
Jennifer looked stunned as she started to say, “I thought you would appreciate the thought of mitigating multiple diaper changes this early in the morning. Plus, despite your poor eating habits you are quite regular, you can wait a little bit and eat some breakfast for me first. If you have not gone poopy by then I will release you from your morning diaper so you can get your morning shower.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I said looking defeated. It was going to be a while before I got used to this being diapered full-time, I got a feeling Jen is not going to let anything slide. I tried to make the best of it and be at least a more proactive approach and asked her, “Can I just have a bagel for breakfast?”
I watched Jen return the ‘really’ look at me as she stared at me for a moment. “You are not getting away with that light of breakfast, one more try before I help you choose,” Jennifer said.
I knew that comment well, Jen was generally lenient on what I ate if I was in reason. I took a moment to think about what I wanted to eat for breakfast but eventually asked, “May I have a bagel and an egg?”
Jen looked satisfied with my effort to ask for more, I watched her move to start making my little breakfast. “Do you want it separately or as a sandwich?” she asked in clarification.
With us both satisfied I made my way over and crawled up one of the bar stools that sat on the island. “A sandwich sounds good,” I answered her as I watched her move about the kitchen.
Jen had two eggs cooking and a bagel in the toaster before she poured a small glass of milk and sat it in front of Charlie. “Cheese?” she simply inquired,
I took a sip of my milk and nodded yes to the cheese. It did not take long for Jen to produce an egg and cheese bagel sandwich on a small plate and put it in front of me. After I told her “Thanks” she moved to make a second one for herself. Jen was good at not letting me eat alone. Before I knew it, I was done and took my plate and empty glass, excusing me from my breakfast. Unfortunately, Jen was spot on about my normal routine, with a small gurgle in my stomach I scuttled off to the other room to take care of my inevitable business alone.
I am sure that Jen could see the expression on my face change, she all too well has told me that my expressions allow her to read me all too well. Luckily, she did not follow me as I made my way up the stairs and found the perfect place to relieve the pressure that was building up. I started to push open the upstairs bathroom, once I saw the toilet my mind instantly wanted to betray me. It would be all too easy to take off the diaper and just use the toilet like an adult, but I gave Jen my word that I would do my best to follow our new rules. I shut the door to the bathroom, reminding myself that the big boy potty was off limits, soon it would not matter as my body wanted to betray years of potty training.
After a few minutes, the deed was done, and the only thing left was to tell my mommy that I needed her. Slowly I walked over to the top of the stairs and tried to holler “Mommy” but when it came out it was just a faint cry. I was about to walk down the stairs and just go to her till I saw Jen emerge from the living room and make her way to the stairs to come to collect me. I did not mean to hide just around the corner, but I was too embarrassed; I had just soiled myself, and I was crying for my wife to help clean me up like some toddler.
As Jen made it to the top of the stairs, I saw her smile and instantly knew that there was no judgment in what I did, she just reached her hand out for me to take so she could lead me to be cleaned up, “Did you get all done, baby?” she said sweetly.
I was too embarrassed for words I just nodded my head and followed her. I watched her lay the changing matt out and set the wipes to the side before she laid me down and cleaned me up. Just like normal she did not react negatively or make any face while she cleaned me up, all she did was praise me for being a good boy. It did not take her long before she was done and gave me a playful swat on my butt.
“Go take your shower, sweety,” Jen instructed me. I felt her eyes on me as I made my way towards the bathroom. “Make sure you take your time and shave down there too, ok,” she said as watched her go to dispose of my dirty balled-up diaper.
I was Glad to be free from my diapered restraints, and happy that I still had my shower to myself. I did my best to take my time, but it still did not take long to shower, shave what little hair I had down on my diapered area, and wash my hair. Once I was clean and wrapped in a towel, I took the time to get my teeth brushed, and my face shaved clean. Satisfied with myself, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was not as hairy as most guys, even my brother has more hair than I do. I was able to grow somewhat of a beard but not all that well, I always preferred a clean shave. As far as keeping my nether regains shaved, well it was just good hygiene with me being diapered every night, and even more so now with me diapered full time. Also contrary to my friend’s popular belief, I don’t shave my legs either, the hair is just too fine and blond to tell I have hair until you look closely.
Walking out of the shower wrapped in a towel I saw exactly what I expected, a fresh diaper laid out waiting for me, the only thing missing was Jen. I tossed the towel in the hamper and was about to walk out of the room on a naked search for my wife, but she returned as I reached to open the door.
“Not so fast my little streaker, you need a diaper on that booty,” Jen said with a smile, ushering me back over to the bed to be diapered.
“What were you doing,” I asked as I laid down so she could diaper me.
Jennifer smiled, setting some clothes down beside me I assume to get me ready for the day. “I was getting some clothes from the other room for you,” Jennifer said while she finished taping my diaper shut. “Sit up for me,” she instructed, grabbing one of the articles of clothing that she had brought over.
I raised my arms letting her dress me in what seemed to be another onesie, this time it looked to have a cute dinosaur pattern to it instead of lettering. After she laid me back down to snap the crotch, she let me get up as she presented me with the second article of clothing, she brought with her. “Where did you get the cargo shorts?” I asked, taking them from her and putting them on.
“You like them?” Jennifer asked with a smile. “I got them on the same sites as I got your onesies.”
As I was putting them on, I noticed that the crotch had snapped on them. I went to the mirror to see how they looked on me, satisfied I told her, “They look good, despite having the snaps on them. The onesie is cute, but do you mind if I put a normal shirt over it?”
“Of course, honey, and the snaps will make for easy diaper changes,” Jennifer informed smiling at her husband’s approval.
With Jen’s approval, I momentarily disappeared into the closet and walked back out wearing a black shirt with a car logo matching one of my blue sports cars outside. Jennifer must have been happy to get me diapered and put in the clothes she picked out because as I came stepped out of the closet, I noticed her stripping and getting into the shower herself. “By the way honey, where do you have all these outfits hidden and how many more do you have?”
Just as Jennifer was stepping into the shower she gave a sinister glance at Charlie, “Baby I know it’s hard but it’s ‘Mommy’, I do not want you calling me by my first name or anything else when we are not in public. The clothes are stashed in one of the spare bedrooms. Please do not go digging around for them, there are things I have that I do not want you getting into just yet.” she said while she was starting her shower.
“Yes, Mommy,” I said in reply as I was reminded of my new place in our relationship. With another glance in the mirror, I was satisfied that Jen was right, the Onesies do help keep my diaper in place, you can barely tell that I am wearing a diaper. But I was a bit curious about what she meant by that last comment she made, what else could she have?
With curiosity in my mind, I left my ‘Mommy’ to her shower and went downstairs to hunt for my step stool, though I could not find it downstairs. I will almost bet she has it in the spare room that she does not want me in, but I knew better. Last time I did not heed the warning of her ominous stare it did not end well for me. Either way, it’s Saturday and I have nothing better to do than play ‘Where did Mommy hide my Stool’.
I know that my husband’s vacation has just started but I was excited that yesterday went as well as it did. To be honest I did not expect my sister to spill the beans on our parents knowing about Charlie and I’s relationship dynamic. It was probably the best though; he was going to find out one way or another. Ever since I told her that we entered a relationship as a Mommy Dom and Little Boy she was excited, of course, I had to explain what that was. But since then, she wanted to baby him herself and see him more as a grandson than a son-in-law. I purposefully did not take Charlie to our family weekly dinners after I told her about us, I needed to make sure my mother would behave herself until I was ready for Charlie to know.
My father on the other hand was indifferent to the whole thing, he saw Charlie as Charie. Once my father saw how happy Charlie made me father was all in, he even invested in Charlie’s business. He was even more excited when Charlie gave my sister Alice an offer to be co-owner of Red Tail Aviation. Charlie had this crazy idea that since my father wanted to invest in his idea, he would return the favor and create a family business. Either way, now that I have Charlie in diapers full-time, I am not going to be able to hold my mother back anymore. I am also sure that if I do not show up with him, I will be the one in trouble.
I turned the water off to end my shower and my contemplation on what I was going to do tomorrow evening at dinner. As I stepped out of the shower to dry off, I heard the noise of the garage door opening, knowing it was my little husband once again getting into more mischief. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself, went over to one of the bedroom windows, and peeked through to see if I could see what Charlie was up to. I could not see him which meant that he was probably still in the garage tinkering with an old jeep. “As long as he does not get dirty,” I say out loud to reassure myself.
I finish drying myself off and put on some casual clothes for the day before heading back into the bathroom to brush my teeth, put make-up on, and braid my hair. Grabbing my phone before heading out of the bedroom I saw that it only took me forty-five minutes to get ready, not too bad if I say so myself. The only bad thing is that it takes less than five minutes for Charlie to be covered in dirt when he starts playing mechanic to his jeep or his car. I wanted to take Charlie out today to show him that even though he is on a tighter leash he was still allowed to be big and have fun, it was also going to be used to boost his confidence in wearing his diapers in public.
I stood at the top of the stairs, about to go down before the door to one of the spare bedrooms stole my attention and beckoned me over. Looking to make sure that Charlie was not in sight I stepped towards the spare bedroom door stepped inside and turned the light on, closing the door behind me. It still shocked me that Charlie did not catch me buying all this stuff. Looking over the room, painting the walls a pretty baby blue fading to a darker blue as the walls grew to the ceiling was my favorite. Of course, putting the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling to add the final touch and make the ceiling look like the midnight sky was surely going to be a big hit when Charlie finally saw it.
One thing I was looking forward to using was Charlie’s new changing station that was hand-built, though it and the matching crib had to be sent back at first due to being painted pink instead of blue. I walked further to Charlie’s nursery, grabbing the stuffed bunny that sat on the changing station as I made my way over to the rocking plush rocking chair. The toys in the corner were a stretch, I always saw Charlie’s little side, but I was never sure if he would get into the headspace and want to play with them. Charlie always seemed afraid that I would judge him for being vulnerable. There was more that I could get but I wanted to just make a safe space for Charlie to go and be comfortable being little.
I got up, taking the stuffed bunny with me over to the closet, and smiled at all the cute outfits that I knew I would be putting on Charlie. I pulled out one outfit in particular, a black onesie and jeans short all’s for him to wear and get dirty in the garage, I would have put this on him today if I was not taking him out and about. As I closed the door to the closet, I heard the distinct sound of Charlie’s sports car starting. I rushed out of the room, turning the lights off and shutting the door behind me, and raced downstairs to see where Charlie was going.
I started my car so I could move it out of the way and bring my jeep outside and then put my car inside the garage. Even though Jen and I had a two-car garage she seems to have claimed one side and me the other, also she is not fond of me driving her SUV. I put the car in reverse slowly let out the clutch and started to creep back out of the driveway when I saw Jen bust through the front door with a frantic look on her face, “Hey Mommy, are you ok?”
“Where on earth do you think you are going?” Jennifer said in a half panic.
I looked at her a bit confused, “I was just swapping the jeep and the car around, the car needs an oil change. I thought that since I am off, I could do that today. Also, why are you holding a stuffed bunny?”
I could see the gears turning in Jen’s head. I may not be as good at reading her as she is me, but I would bet a dollar that she went from frantic to mad to embarrassed. I watched Jen put the bunny behind her back and try to regain her composure.
“Once you are done, please come back inside, I don’t need you getting dirty. I wanted to go out today and have some fun with you,” Jennifer said in the best motherly tone she could manage.
“With a stuffed bunny?” I ask. I could not help but giggle, she turned and left without a word and with a stone-cold look on her face. I was not sure how, but I think I managed to get myself into something, I was either in trouble or I caught her being naughty. With a smile on my face, I return to the task at hand and pull the car out parking it on the street, making room to pull the jeep out and put the car in the garage.
The End of Descent into Diapers – Chapter Six.
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