Life with a Lump Between My Legs Pt. 07

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– 26 –

My ass was still a bit sore when I woke up the next morning. I laid there for a moment trying hard not to think about anything. I felt that I was changing into someone else but I didn’t want to think about what was going on. I looked down at my wet diaper and realized that I didn’t remember needing to go to the bathroom. The diaper was heavy so I must have wet myself a lot in my sleep. To avoid getting another rash I took to diaper off and laid there naked. The sensation of cool air on my crotch felt soothing.

“Glad to see you awake,” my wife said as she came into the bedroom. “Looks like you started getting changed without me.” She came over and wiped down my pubic area with a baby wipe. Even with her gentle touch my penis had no reaction, I remained flaccid. “Maybe I’ll let you air out for a few minutes before putting a new diaper on, but you better not pee anywhere.” I remained in bed naked for a few more minutes.

She pulled out a light t-shirt and some sweatpants and told me to get out of bed. I raised my arms as she pulled the shirt over my head. She laid out a diaper on the floor and motioned for me to lay down. She had a washcloth and a tube of cream, “I got the prescription for the cream the doctor recommended. This may burn a little but I’ll wipe it off if it gets too bad.”

She proceeded to cover my whole pubic area with the thick cream. Again my dick remained soft I had an awkward sense that I should be aroused but it just wasn’t happening. The cream soon began to work and it felt like a smoldering fire was laid down in my lap. The chemicals were killing the hair follicles at the root.

“I know it’s uncomfortable, but you just need to last another minute,” my wife said “Can you do that for me?”

I nodded and tried to fight back tears. She soon began wiping the cream off and with it any trace of pubic hair. The result was incredible, I was completely smooth. My limp cock seems so immature lying there.

I looked at my wife, “Is it alright?” I wasn’t sure quite what I was asking.

“Yes, Sweetie,” she said kindly. She lightly touched my lifeless member, “It’s alright.”

After getting me dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, she explained that we would be working in the garden today. I really enjoyed the time we spend working together the day before and even though gardening wasn’t one of my favorite things I was looking forward to doing it with her. She had a sippy cup of juice ready for me as we went out to work in the back yard.

I wasn’t much help. Seem like I was interfering more than helping. So finally, she had me just sit there and drink my juice. I watched her bending over pulling weeds, digging in the dirt, and various other tasks. By the way that her breasts moved underneath her shirt I realized that she hadn’t put on a bra. I became fixated on watching her body. As I watched, I became aroused. Every now and then she’d look over and smile sweetly or say a few things. But it seemed like she just wanted me out there with her and I was fine with that.

I must have been taking out my sexual frustrations on the sippy cup because my wife came over and took it from me, “You can always suck on your thumb if you need to.” Immediately my thumb found its way to my mouth and I started sucking voraciously. As she continued to garden I sucked on my thumb as an erection grew in my pants. My hard cock pressed against the diaper and strained for attention. It seemed that the more I sucked my thumb the hornier I got. My wife’s body moved gracefully around the garden, teasing me with her mature form. I started rocking slightly so that my dick could rub against the walls of its prison.

“Sweetie?” I froze as she spoke to me, “You alright?” How could I explain my arousal to her? Then before I could answer, a knowing smile come across her face. She walked over to me, took my free hand and guided it into my diaper. With this approval I started jacking off like it was an Olympic sport and I was going for the gold. She stood over me watching while I quickly brought myself muğla escort relief.

It didn’t take long before I was exploding in my diaper. A wave a shame came over me and I looked up at her. She looked at me with a warm smile and asked,

“All done?”

I laid back, hand still in my diaper and watched her go back to gardening. That was one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I had had in a while. A deep calm flowed over me. My wife stood over me.

“You sure are a horny little monkey,” my wife said looking down at me. “Come on, let’s go.”

After a moment I got up and followed her inside. I hadn’t peed all morning and decided that I might be getting dehydrated. I downed the rest of my juice and went looking for my wife. I found her looking through some boxes in the spare room.

“Umm…” I started hoping to get her attention. “I don’t need to go potty.”

“Okay, Sweetie. You’re wearing a diaper if you do.” She said distracted.

“I mean, I haven’t need to go potty all day.” I said concerned. She looked up at me and gave me a warm smile. “Come sit here a moment,” she said patting the floor in front of her. “There’s a couple of things I’d like to talk to you about.”

I sat down obediently but worried what was on her mind. “Let’s start by taking those ear rings out.” I had almost forgot about those. “It doesn’t look too much like you’ve had your ears pierced so don’t worry too much. If you get teased or bullied at work, you let me know and I’ll take care of it. Now there is another thing I need to talk to you about.”

Her serious tone made my stomach sink. I looked down at the floor avoiding eye contact. “Sweetie, the last few days I’ve noticed something, and I think you’ve noticed it too…”

“I know,” I blurted out interrupting her. “I have a small dick, I can’t seem to stop peeing myself and I seem to be masturbating a lot lately.” I continued with tears streaking down my checks, “Please don’t leave me. I love you! I need you.”

Aside from the loud pounding of my heart there wasn’t a sound. Finally, I looked up at her. She was smirking then she started a soft laugh that grew. I thought she was laughing at me until she pulled me close.

“Sweetie. I know you have a tiny penis and I’m okay with that. You have been wetting yourself but that’s why we have you in diapers. And yes, you’ve been playing with yourself more lately, but I think it kind of cute. I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve been having the last couple of weeks. I feel like you are really letting me take care of you. I don’t want to leave you, I love you.”

“But,” said with a tone of concern. “There is something that I have noticed that I’m a little worried about. When was the last time you went poo-poo?”

I thought about it for a moment but couldn’t remember. “I’m worried that you may be constipated and that’s not a good thing. Starting today I’m going to change your diet and if that doesn’t work we’ll have to try something else.”

“What do you mean by change my diet?” I asked

“You will need to get more veggies and fiber and less meat. I also think you need to be drinking more juice and no alcohol.”

I was both relieved and confused. I wasn’t too sure about this new diet, but I wasn’t too keen on finding out what the ‘something else’ might be. Not too long after we were heading for the kitchen for lunch.

She made herself a salad but for me she pulled out some jars of pureed vegetables. She hummed lightly to herself not making conversation with me. I sat quietly at the table waiting for her to join me. My mind didn’t seem to be processing anything at that point but when my wife started to feed me scoops of food I realized she was feeding me.

I hesitated as another spoonful headed for my mouth. “What the matter, Sweetie?”

“It’s just that… this is,” I felt ashamed to even speak.

“Soft food?” She finished my sentence

I looked at the table and said quietly “Why do I have to eat this kind of food?”

“It has lots and lots of nutrients and it will muş escort help with your constipation. And besides,” she said touching her breast. “It’s not like I can feed you otherwise.”

She finished feeding my lunch to me, but I couldn’t help thinking about her breasts. For some reason I was totally fixated on her breasts and couldn’t take my eyes off them. My wife finished her lunch too and couldn’t help noticing my gaze.

“Sweetie? Are you still hungry?” I nodded not looking up at her. Then she did something I never would have expected, she lifted off her shirt exposing her naked breasts to me, “Would you like to suckle for a bit?”

I could hardly breath. She reached over and pulled me to my knees so that I was kneeling between her legs, eye level with the objects of my devotion. She cupped her left breast in her hand and pulled my head closer while guiding her nipple into my mouth. “Gently,” she whispered. After a moment my breathing went back to normal and I gently sucked on her nipple. It wasn’t like I was really nursing on her breast, but it was calming nonetheless. She reached down to check my diaper and her fingers brushed against my penis. Before, when this happened, I would become aroused, but this time I didn’t. My dick remained soft. I think that surprised her as well because she fished around some more intentionally touching my penis. Getting no reaction, she quit trying. It wasn’t long after she broke the seal of my mouth around her nipple and got her shirt back on. She stood up and handed me my juice and left the room. I sat on the floor for a moment thinking about what just happened.

My hand found its way to my limp dick. As I gently pulled on it I thought about the things that had transpired. I was mentally aroused but my body just didn’t seem to be responding. I thought about suckling on my wife breasts, her encouraging me to masturbate, the way that she was growing out her pubic hair and the spankings she had given her sister. It seemed odd to me that I was getting so horny, but my dick just wouldn’t get hard. Frustrated I just gave up.

I stood up and in an act of defiance I ripped my diaper off from under my sweatpants. I felt foolish for letting my wife make me wear them. I felt foolish for eating baby food for lunch. I felt foolish for drinking from a sippy cup. At this point my shame was turning to anger. What had I let myself get pushed into? It was like I was waking from a dream and realizing it was really a nightmare.

– 27 –

My wife had gone back out to work in the yard again and I was determined to straighten this all out. I saw my wife near our back fence talking to someone. As I approached, they quit talking and I got an odd look from the neighbor lady.

“Did you spill something on yourself?” She said abruptly, “Because it looks like you pissed yourself”

I looked down as I heard my wife giggle and to my horror there was a wet spot on the front of the sweatpants at my crotch. My wife, taking me by the hand said, “Looks like you need a change.” She led me back to the house waving bye to our neighbor. Once inside she asked, “What happened to your diaper? Did you take it off?”

All my anger was defused by my humiliation. I wanted to speak up, but my wife really didn’t give me a chance. “Well we need to get you cleaned up now. I really don’t understand you sometimes. What are we going to do about you going to work tomorrow?”

Somehow, I hadn’t thought about work and not controlling my bladder. I panicked “Maybe I should stay home.” I blurted out.

“What? I have to go to work too. I can’t just take off work to look after you.”

“What am I going to do?” I was feeling overwhelmed.

“Calm down. Let’s deal with first things first. Let’s get you changed then we can talk about tomorrow. Do you need to pee more? Let’s get you to the potty before putting another diaper on you.”

“No.” I was as shocked as she was by my statement. Time seemed to stand still.

“No? No what? No you don’t have to pee more?” She looked at me in astonishment.

“No nevşehir escort I’m not going to do this anymore.” I said flatly.

“I’m confused. What are you saying?” She was getting frustrated and despite my attempt to make a stand I was feeling weak. I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t week, I was a man.

“I’m not a man!” I yelled, “I’m a …” That didn’t come out right.

She cocked her head to the side and said, “Is that what this is all about?”

Now it was my turn to be confused. She took a more commanding tone. “You think that I can’t love you because you have problems? You think that to be a man you can’t let me take care of you? Do you think I like being embarrassed in front of our neighbor because you wet your pants?”

All my resolve left me. I hung my head and said, “I’m sorry I embarrassed you.”

She hugged me and said, “You need my help. Will you let me help you?”

“Yes,” I said meekly.

“Are you willing to do the things that I ask you?”


“Well then, I think we need to get you changed.”

I followed her to the bedroom where she had me take off my wet sweatpants and put on one of the training pants. They were pink with a bow in the front. They seem quite feminine, but I wasn’t about to say anything.

“Since you did so well yesterday and forgiving the little accident you just had, I think you can wear just a t-shirt and panties for the rest of the day. You have to promise to let me know when you need to go potty so we don’t have anymore problems today. Agreed?” I nodded my head.

“I would like to finish up outside before dinner so why don’t you keep me company.”

“Like this?” I pleaded, referring to my outfit

“Yes. Why would it be a problem?” she ask.

I hesitated. There was no way to pull down the shirt to cover up what I was wearing. “It’s just…” I started to say, “It doesn’t cover my bottom.”

“It’s not like anyone is around to see you, and you won’t go through another set of clothing if you have an accident.” With that, she left the room.

I obediently followed her outside. The next hour was spent glancing over to the fence line worried that the neighbor would see me. My wife chatted away about just about every thing but I was too worried to be engaged in deep conversation.

My wife finished up her tasks and we went back inside. I guess my anxiety was burning calories because I my stomach was growling.

“Ummm…. I’m still hungry,” I mentioned to my wife.

She looked at me and winked. “I’m not falling for that; maybe I’ll let you play with them at bedtime.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I didn’t mean that,” I was feeling flustered “My stomach is making…” before I could finish my sentence a loud noise came from my ass. My wife stopped in her tracks and looked at me wide eyed.

“Did that just come from you?”

My embarrassment was paramount. I had farted in front of her before, but this was a completely different situation. She came over and rubbed my stomach and said, “I bet your tummy feels better.” Then it happened again but this time it felt a bit wet.

“Well,” she said, “looks like the change in diet is helping.” She gave me another kiss and headed for the kitchen.

“But what am I supposed to do?” I called after her.

“Follow me to the kitchen,” she called back.

I hurried to the kitchen thinking she would change me or something. I found her pouring me more juice and getting some for herself. She offered the juice to me but I just stood there.

“What?” she asked.

“Well?” I pleaded and pointed to my underwear. She sighed and walked around behind me, pulled out the waistband so she can see in.

“All stink and no mess. Now why don’t you drink your juice and I’ll make up some popcorn. Go and pick out a movie and we’ll relax on the couch for a while.”

She shewed me out of the kitchen. I did as I was told and waited on the couch for her to return.

I found an action film that I hadn’t seen for years and started watching. My wife joined me with a bowl of popcorn and a jar of baby food. She watched with me for a few moments then turned off the TV.

“That’s kind of violent for you, don’t you think? We need to talk about tomorrow anyway.”

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