Here's a cautionary tale of a very unhappy woman. I know - I was one, although I left the
relationship rather than take the drastic action Sue did. Plus, the miracle drugs Sue used
were not available at the time (or now, sadly…).
I have, however, on occasion fed my new boyfriend a combination of diuretics and
sedatives if he drinks too much, and he has reacted to his subsequent childish bedwetting
with predictable, and from my point of view, highly enjoyable embarrassment. Despite my
best efforts, he still drinks too much sometimes, though, but tells me he won't wet.
Somehow he always does, and he knows what that means - diapers and no option for the
next weekend. I keep a supply under the bed to frighten him. Last time he had a few too
many, which was at an afternoon wedding, the frightened little prat wet his pants on the
way home when I told him that he would have to wear diapers for the rest of the day, after
he sobered up, just in case. Naturally, I double diapered him as soon as we got home. He
protested loudly, but wet himself thoroughly that night, sober and without the sedative.
Men are so pathetic.
Now read on…
Sue looked at her lying, selfish, drunken husband as his workmate's car drove away. He
hadn't even been able to get his key into the door, and she had sat for at least a minute,
listening to his grunting attempts to do even that simple task, before she flung the door
'I rang your office,' she said, glaring at him as he held on to the doorframe for support.
'There was no problem with the software, and there was no 'all night effort' either, was
there, you asshole??'
She held her husband's chin in her hand. She could see his eyes trying to focus, first on
her hand, then on her face. Dan tried to speak, but she held his lips in a painful pout.
'Wwwnnnnnggghh,' was all he could manage.
'Well??' she screamed, pushing his head away so violently that it hit the doorframe with a
'Do you think I'm an idiot, you stupid, boozing loser?? This is the third time this month
that you have lied to me, isn't it, you alcoholic bastard?'
Dan tried to rub the back of his head. She saw his eyes watering.
'And then you expect me to help you with your weird, freaky fetish?' she yelled. 'Marriage
is a two-way street, buster!'
Dan cringed. He was compos enough to worry about the neighbours hearing their latest
row. And this one was getting embarrassing.
'Well, Danny boy, I've had enough,' Sue continued. 'If you want to stay and enjoy married
life with the only woman this side of the moon that would put up with your behaviour, then
you'd better get ready for a few changes around here.'
She had him by one ear, and was pulling him inside.
She dragged him into the bedroom, and pushed him onto the bed. He fell off immediately,
and lay sprawled on the floor.
'Sue…' he whined.
Sue grabbed his ear again, hauling him back onto the bed.
'Don't you try to argue, you little shit!' Sue replied, wrenching his ear as Dan stabilised
himself on the bed, where he sat in silence while Sue pulled a suitcase from beneath the
She opened the suitcase, and flung a folded white towel at her husband, who watched her
with unblinking eyes.
'What are these, Danny??' Sue asked as she threw more white towels at her husband.
'D…d..diapers,' said Dan mechanically, his eyes glued to the white towelling on his lap.
'That's right, Danny, and whose are they?' asked Sue, unfolding one of the squares and
holding it up.
'M..mine' said Dan.
Sue held up a large pair of elasticated plastic panties.
Dan didn't reply, He was breathing heavily, staring at the plastic pants.
'You love it, don't you, Danny, even when you're shitfaced, you love it!' Sue screamed,
standing over Dan, then pushing him backwards. She knelt on the bed, and roughly undid
Dan's belt. She pulled his damp pants down to reveal Dan's erect cock.
She grabbed it and looked at Dan. He had shut his eyes and was leaning back.
'Right, Danny,' said Sue in a quiet, businesslike voice. 'Do you need your diaper on?'
'Yes please,' was the faint response from Dan.
'Yes please what?'
'Yes please Mommy.'
'OK, Danny, here we go.'
Sue expertly diapered her husband, as she had so often before. She pushed his enormous
erection beneath the towelling, ignoring the sudden thrust of Dan's hips, and the quick
pulsing of his stiff cock as he ejaculated into the diaper.
Dan stopped heaving his hips, groaned, and laid back against the pillows as Sue finished
her work. She let her drunkard husband lie, breathing heavily, as she unwrapped a parcel
she had collected the day before from her sister, the only member of her family who knew
of Dan's little fetish.
Sue's sister Angela was a research chemist, working with the development of psychotropic
drugs. Angela had always felt sorry for Sue, putting up with Dan's drinking, lying and his
selfish pursuit of his fetish.
'If he sort of included me,' Sue would tell Angela, 'It wouldn't be so bad. I sort of even like
the way he turns himself into a baby when I diaper him, but after that it's worse than
wham bam thank you ma'am. All he wants is his diaper, sex, then he goes to sleep and I
have to listen to him happily talking baby talk in his sleep while he wets himself. Then a
few hours later, he usually starts masturbating. He claims he doesn't know he's doing it.
Same as when he calls me mommy and starts sucking my tits at three in the morning.
Then when he wakes up, he never mentions any of it, just expects me to wash his wet
diapers and off he goes to his office like Mr-Mature-With-A-Perfect-Marriage. How do you
think I feel at his work shows, talking to the other wives who say how lucky I am to have
such a hero as Dan for a husband. I wish they could see him asking, no, begging his
mommy for his diaper every night.'
Eventually, Angela found an answer. She called in one afternoon to give Sally something
which she said would help resolve her problems with Dan's behaviour, together with
That evening, for the first time in months, Sally looked forward to the arrival home of her