Reflections

Chad and Lori collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. The springs of the mattress squeaked, but not nearly as much as it just had.

“Did you cum?” Chad asked between breaths.

“Oh yea!” Lori smiled, “Twice.”

There was a time when he never would have asked that, when he never would have even cared whether she climaxed or not. Why would he concern himself with something like that? As long as he got to cum, what did it matter? Right?

Chad slid his arm under the parabola of Lori’s neck and shoulder, bringing her in close, nuzzling his bearded chin against her back as they spooned. A thought came to his mind. “Do you still think we’d be married if it hadn’t been for last year?” he asked.

Lori interlaced her fingers into his giant hands, thinking. She thought about all the times she wanted to say things but couldn’t. The eight years she spent biting her tongue, biding her time, hoping he would change, hoping she would change, but never doing anything about it. Lori was always the one who aimed to please. She hated confrontation, she dreaded the possibility of being the nagging, demanding sort of wife her mother was. Her father always told her it was the reason he left, she didn’t want the same to happen to Chad.

But Chad must have loved that about Lori. She wasn’t like other girls who had to be pampered, attended to their every need, and required constant reassurance. Chad could spend all day and all night drinking, and Lori wouldn’t say a word! She’d even pick up all his empty cans and clothes he’d strown out over the house. She’d do it with a smug look on her face, sure, but she never said anything. He got to do almost anything he wanted without repercussions. It was the perfect life.

But as the saying goes, “Happy wife, happy life”, and Lori was far from happy. Her friends were constantly telling her she needed to stick up for herself, to stop putting up with Chad’s antics, to stand her ground and speak up when she felt wronged.

“No,” Lori finally said to Chad, stroking the hair on his arms, “I don’t think we would have made it if it weren’t for last year.”

Chad smiled, “I don’t either.” He traced his finger along her spine, drawing invisible circles and swirls, watching her peach fuzz prickle. “I don’t even think normal therapy would have worked on me.”

Lori turned over so she could face him, wanting to see his expressions, “You don’t?”

“Not a chance.” Chad replied.

Lori breathed a sigh of relief. She had often thought she’d gone too far with everything. She remembered how taken aback she was when their therapist first mentioned her methods.

“It’s called ‘Regression Therapy’,” Dr. Gatlin had said once Lori was the only one in the room. “It’s an up and coming method, with very promising results. In combination with a chastity regime, it should not only correct Chad’s behavior, but get you out of your comfort zone as well.”

It certainly did. Lori remembered the various pamphlets and instructional videos she went home with that day. How overwhelming it all felt. She never thought she’d be able to do all the things the program called for. It just…wasn’t her personality.”

“You were vicious at times,” Chad chuckled, reminiscing.

“I had to be.” Lori laughed at herself, shrugging. “I had to show you who was boss, and I had to learn to actually be the boss of my own feelings.”

Chad nodded at that, agreeing.

“What were your first thoughts?” Lori asked, “when I brought out the diaper…”

“I thought you were fucking crazy!” Chad smiled, poking her lightly on the nose with his sausage finger. “You and Dr. Gatlin. Remember? I called her a ‘quack’.”

“Oh I remember, it was so hilarious.” Lori laughed, “You were fully dressed in your toddler attire. Diaper, bonnet, booties, and a shirt that was too short to cover anything, trying to point your finger through your mittens at her. Do you remember what she did?”

“I remember,” Chad blushed a bit, “she didn’t say a word, just walked up and put the pacifier in my mouth. Then showed you how to spank me while I had a diaper on.”

He rubbed the back of his thighs subconsciously as he recalled the events.

“I still feel like my spankings never hurt you, though.” Lori said.

“Oh they hurt,” Chad replied, then shrugged, “Mainly when you used the paddle or the hairbrush. But they hurt my pride more than anything.”

He remembered how often he got spanked in the early days. Dr. Gatlin made it a point to Lori that she needed to reprimand him every time she felt slighted by his behavior. Chad had no idea how many things he’d been doing that secretly bothered Lori. Leaving his socks on the floor, the shower curtain closed instead of stretched so it could air out and prevent mold and mildew, and overall just not paying attention to her needs.

“It was so cute when you would try to be a big stwong man in front of your buddies,” she said, “any time you tried to talk sports or how much you lifted at the gym, all I had to do was come over, peek a finger into your waistband, and check your diaper to bring you right back down to Earth!”

Chad chuckled as he sat up a bit, cradling his head in his hand. “You loved humiliating me!” he said, playfully pinching her sides and making her giggle.

“I did! I sure did!” Lori said, “Remember the zoo? All those people thought it was the animals making that stinky smell. I had to make sure they knew who the real culprit was!”

“Oh god, that was such a bad day! My stomach was in fits the whole time we were there!”

“That’s because I slipped a little something into your bottle at the reptile exhibit…” Lori grinned wickedly.

“I knew it! I knew you did!!” Chad shouted with feigned flummox, he squeezed her into a hug, his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her. Then he sighed, “I hated that stupid cage though…”

“What? The cage for the monkeys?” Lori teased, knowing what he was actually referring to.

“No…you know what I mean.” Chad grimaced at the thought of it.

“Well of course you hated it, you were used to getting a blowjob a day from me, and sex whenever you wanted. So I had to make you go a whole year without sex!”

It had been their biggest point of contention throughout the process. Chad was constantly complaining about the way the cage chafed him, that his balls were swollen and blue, that he needed to cum in order to stay healthy. It was hard for Lori too, her inherent need to please was constantly telling her to go easy on him. That a little orgasm once a week wouldn’t hurt. But Dr. Gatlin insisted that she had to be strong. She needed to deprive him in order to elicit the response and change in behavior she wanted out of Chad.

Chad was so pouty at first. Then his pouting turned to grouchiness, and then full on temper tantrums. She specifically remembered him throwing a fit on the ABC padded floor. Tossing his rattles and blocks and bucking back and forth while his pissy diaper crinkled and flopped around. It took everything Lori had not to cave, to not unlock him right then and there, say sorry, and give him the best blowjob he’d ever received. But she had to stand strong, arms crossed, put on a brave, stern face, and tell him no. Then promptly spank him for his poor behavior.

They ended up going with a gold star system. She had a little calendar where every day she would decide whether he deserved a sticker or not. If he’d done everything she asked, ate his mushy breakfast in the highchair with minimal fuss, refrained from using foul language, and kept his diaper on the whole day until ‘Mommy’ decided it was time for changing, he would earn a star. But even the slightest hiccup, just the slightest bit of hesitation when she told him to do something, the slightest complaint about anything dealing with his new, diapered life, or even one use of the word ‘fuck’ or ‘ass’ would result in her withholding the star from that day.

“That first month, I don’t think you got a single gold star…” she recalled.

“Oh I definitely didn’t,” Chad said, shaking his head at his own stupidity, “I can’t believe what a–butthead–I was.”

Lori’s eyebrow had crooked when she sensed he was about to say the word ‘asshole’. Just because the therapy session was over, it didn’t mean he could go back to his old ways. He smiled sheepishly, knowing he almost got himself in trouble.

“God that first release though…” Chad sighed, “That was…something.”

It took 10 gold stars to get an orgasm, and took almost 8 weeks for Chad to earn his first one.

“Now this is very important,” Dr. Gatlin had told her, “When you finally let him cum, you need to make sure he does it in the diaper.”

“I wish I would have recorded it,” Lori said, thinking back to him humping the floor. “The noises you were making were so…pathetic.”

Chad blushed a bit, smiling, “I’m pretty sure the neighbors could hear me moaning.”

“They certainly did, all 15 seconds of it,” Lori agreed, “That was also the most disgusting diaper of yours I’ve ever had to change.”

Chad raised his eyebrows, “Really?”

“Oh yea! Are you kidding me?” Lori scoffed, “There was cum everywhere! Annddd you had to piss and mess it before.”

Chad looked ashamed, so Lori placed a consoling hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I got used to it. Plus, it was worth it to see you make your humpies in your dumpies.”

Chad smiled again. “No sex for a whole year, I never thought I’d be able to do it.”

“Me neither.”

Sex wasn’t completely out of the question though. Just because Chad wasn’t allowed to attend to his needs didn’t mean Lori didn’t have needs of her own. Chad had to learn how to go down on her. He’d never done it before, never thought that it was necessary. So Lori had to coach him. She never thought she would be communicating about how she likes her clit licked and nibbled ever so softly, but she did. Over time, Chad had gotten quite good at it. Having to do it every time he asked for a diaper change sure gave him lots of practice.

That reminded her.

“You have something to attend to,” she said, pointing down at her leaky vagina. Chad’s load from earlier was now leaking out of her.

“Yes ma’am.” Chad said without hesitation, sliding down the bed, lifting her left leg and putting it on his shoulder, then doing the same with the other leg.

She loved the way his beard felt against her pussy. He wasn’t allowed to have facial hair while he was dressed like a baby, it didn’t really fit with the whole look. But now he had that nice stubble going as he lapped up his cum oozing out of her. She grabbed the back of his head and forced it harder into her. Smashing his nose against her pubis. Chad licked her slowly, confidently, and attentively. Kissing her sensually on her labia, running his tongue up and down, in and out. He brought her to two more bedrocking orgasms before coming back up for air.

“How was that? Was everything okay?” he asked genuinely.

She smiled and patted him softly on the head, admiring how far he’d come, and how hard she’d just cum. She reached over to the nightstand to grab her glass of water. It was sitting next to a beautiful bouquet of flowers. In their first 7 years of marriage, Chad had never bought her flowers. Now she had a wondrous display of Stargazer Lilies, and it wasn’t even a special occasion. It was just because.

After months of the gold star system, Chad figured out the best way to earn a gold star was not to simply do the things that were expected anymore. Lori was getting much more hesitant about handing out stars, she wanted to keep him locked and obedient after seeing how easy it was to control him that way. So Chad had to change tactics. He started surprising her more. Bringing home chocolates and other nicknacks to show he’d been thinking about her, that he cared about her, and wanted to see her happy. As a result, he noticed the gold stars started flowing in. Chad didn’t know why he’d neglected things like that for so long. The ‘humpy dumpies’ were nice, but seeing the smile on her face from receiving an act of love was even better. And it was just flowers! So simple!

He kissed her lips softly between smiles. “You’ve got some white stuff on our chin…” Lori laughed, using her finger to scoop Chad’s cum from his beard and bringing it to his lips. Smiling as she watched him suckle her finger.

“Remember how you used to feel about gay people? Or anyone LGTBQ?” Lori asked.

Chad grimaced again. “Don’t remind me.”

“You called my brother a fag.” Lori reminded him anyway.

Chad sat with his legs crossed, burying his face in his hands. “I was an idiot.” he sighed.

It had always bothered Lori the way Chad would turn her nose up any time they were around her brother Adam. Like Adam was less of a man or something just because he liked other men.

“I forget…who was the first guy you sucked off?” Lori asked.

“I don’t even remember his name…” Chad sighed, “It was about 2 weeks after you first started making me wear dresses. It was after I had that breakdown and kept calling myself a ‘man’ and not a baby. You…you proved me wrong REAL quick…”

“Nothing shatters the male ego like having to wear pink,” Lori recited. Dr. Gatlin’s words, not hers. “I remember now. We were at a Truck Stop. You were wearing a pretty little sundress. You kept adjusting your wig and tugging at your skirt hoping it would cover up your diaper. It didn’t. Hahaha! The way your voice changed into this pathetic little high pitched lisp every time you asked a man if you could suck their dick so your ‘Mommy would let you make humpies in your dumpies’. It was honestly fucking adorable.”

“He wasn’t adorable though,” Chad grumbled, remembering the guy that finally agreed to go back into a stall with him. “He wasn’t very nice, and his dick tasted like salt.”

“He called you a fag, too.” Lori recalled, “Right after he jizzed all up in your mouth.”

Chad turned his nose up, cringing at the irony. “I really should apologize to your brother…” he said.

Lori nodded, “Especially since you’ve probably sucked more dicks than he has at this point.”

Chad laughed, knowing it was probably true. “That reminds me, the dog got into our toybox…”

“Oh no! Did he tear anything up?”

“Just the strapon. It’s now…ribbed…for our pleasure.”

They laughed at the awful joke. “It wasn’t the big one, was it?”

“Na, just the purple one you used when you first started…training me.”

Lori thought back to all the times she came into the room wearing it. Seeing Chad’s face deflate as he saw what was in for him that day, knowing he couldn’t say no. Just like Lori couldn’t say no any time Chad wanted sex before. He had to just accept it, no matter how inopportune the time or how much he wasn’t in the mood.

“Nothing knocked you down a peg or two quite like me…pegging you.” she laughed, pinching his cheek.

Chad laughed and smacked her hand away playfully, climbing on top of her and pinning her down for a long, passionate kiss to change the subject. Lori reciprocated the kiss, but she wasn’t done teasing him, she continued to talk about it even after their lips parted.

“You used to hate it up the ass. You’d whine and cry and beg and plead. You were such a BABY about it!!” she giggled, “Now though? I can’t remember the last time we’ve had sex without you asking for at least a few fingers back there…”

She reached behind him to emphasize her point, tapping the base of the plug still nestled between his buttcheeks.

“I hated everything at first.” Chad said, “The diapers, the dresses, the pegging, everything. I never thought something so crazy would have worked but…it did. It took me being treated like a baby girl to make me a better man.”

Lori couldn’t agree more, “I’ve been telling everyone I can about it. I have a Facebook group of over 5,000 women that are subscribing to Dr. Gatlin’s program.”

Chad thought about that for a bit. That’s 5,000 husbands waddling around in wet diapers, learning how to be better partners, all thanks to them.

“You know Sherie? The girl I go to zumba class with?” Lori asked, Chad nodded. Before, he couldn’t even tell Lori what her sister’s name was. Chad rarely listened to anything Lori said. Tuning her out to do more important things like watch the game or play on his phone. Several spankings and withholdings of stars turned that all around.  Now, when she spoke, he was all ears.

“Her husband Brad is 3 months into the program.” Lori continued, “He’ll be sucking your dick next week by the way. It’ll be his first time, so don’t be surprised if there’s a little bit of teeth…”

Chad chuckled half-heartedly.

“What’s the matter?” Lori asked, sensing his change in tone.  “Is that a problem?”

“No, it's fine. It’s just…” He thought about how to word it. “It’ll be weird…seeing someone in that situation. Someone that isn’t myself…”

Lori went to place her hand on his lap, but instead she felt something else. A large, throbbing, veiny, something else.

“You miss it don’t you?” Lori smiled. “You miss your diapers?”

Chad smirked slightly, but instantly tried to hide it.

“Tell me,” she said. Dr. Gatlin had always stressed that the ‘AB’s’ needed to vocalize their wants and desires.

“I…I miss my diapers…” he said, his voice containing hints of submission. The submission he’d tried to keep out of his voice for so long. Always trying so desperately to sound like a man. To be a man. Or at least be what society thought of as a prototypical man.

“Now tell me like a baby.”

Chad brought his legs instantly up into criss-cross-applesauce. He almost brought his thumb up to his mouth, but stopped himself. Lori was amazed at how fast he could slip back into subspace.

“I miss my diapies, Mommy”, he said in the most high-pitched lisp she’d ever heard him do, even when he was deep within the throws of the program.

“You do? Really?” she asked teasingly, “You miss babbling like a baby? Wearing bibs and bonnets? Going potty all over yourself like a helpless little loser?”

He nodded intensely, like he’d been bottling it up for a while, and it was all finally coming out.

“I miss making pee pees and poo poos and…cum cums in my diapy, Mommy”

It made sense. If the only place you were allowed to cum was in a pair of Pampers for a whole year, you would probably fetishize it too. It had been two months since they completed the year-long program. Lori remembered how Chad still waddled the first few weeks, despite not having the bulkiness of a diaper between his legs anymore.

“I think you still have a few diapers left in the bag, why don’t you–”

But before Lori could even finish her sentence, Chad was clambering off the bed and digging through the old diaper bag.

“There’s only one left…” he said, a bit disappointedly as he brought back the last Rearz princess diaper. He handed it to Lori and climbed back on the bed into the ‘changing’ position. Immediately putting his legs up in the air and his waist off the ground so Lori could easily slide it beneath him.

She couldn’t help but think about all the times she had to diaper him while he was tied up and gagged with a penis pacifier to keep him from kicking and screaming. Instead, this time his cock was bouncing happily as it twinged from being more erect than she ever remembered seeing it in all their years of marriage. His breathing was truncated and measured, the base of the plug pumping back and forth as his hole puckered in anticipation of his first diaper in months.

Chad had an admittedly large penis, it was part of the reason he was such a douchebag for so much of his life. Usually those that were well endowed thought of themselves as god’s gift to women, so they didn’t think they needed to pay attention to the wants and desires of their partners. Lori sent a telepathic ‘thank you’ to Dr. Gatlin for changing all of that as she pulled the diaper up his front and started taping it closed. Chad was so hard that the head of his cock was able to poke out the top of the diaper’s waistband. It wiggled back and forth, leaving strings of precum everywhere as Chad wallowed in the feeling of being padded again.

“How does that feel, baby?” she asked, pressing her hand down on the bulge of his diaper.

“It feels sooo good, Mommy!” he said in his lispy baby voice. All it took was a pink pair of princess pampers to reduce her  6’2’’, 220 lb., gorilla-sized husband into a bowl of mush.

“Here’s your rattle,” she said, taking out the small plastic toy, “make it ring so Mommy knows when to rub…”

Chad made grabby hands for the rattle, taking it with his left hand and using his right hand to instantly plop his thumb into his mouth. He started vigorously shaking the rattle.

Lori smiled as she used her hand to feel his cock throbbing even through the padding of his diaper. She squeezed it gently, tracing the outline with her thumb and forefinger. Running them up and down his length, stopping when she got to the head of his penis poking out.

It must have felt so good that he forgot to keep rattling. So she stopped. Watching his eyes peel open until he realized what the hold-up was, and resumed rattling again. Cooing and mewling softly to himself as she pressed her palm into the base of where his shaft would be. She forgot how cute he looked all diapered up and babbling like a baby. How good a fresh diaper smelled. She associated the crinkling sound with watching her husband transform into a better man.

She looked down at the head of his penis, purple and pulsing. It had been over a year since she’d put it in her mouth. She didn’t have to anymore. Even once he got out of his diapers and cage, he didn’t ask for it. Before, he would just snap his fingers and she would have to drop everything to drop to her knees.

She wanted to do it for him now. After how far he’d come, she wanted to reward him. She leaned down without losing the rhythm of her hand on his cushy cock. She licked where his frenulum is, the sensitive part. Giggling at how much he squirmed in ecstasy. She pressed firmly with her hand to raise the head up just enough off his tummy so she could slip it in her mouth.

Ew.

She immediately withdrew it when she tasted the warm, salty, bitterness of precum. She’d forgotten how bad it tasted. She always hated the taste of cum, but Chad would always make her swallow when she gave him a blowjob. It wasn’t until he got his first mouthful of warm, gooey jizz that he apologized for all those years. Her days of sucking cock as a means of anything other than foreplay were probably long gone.

“I’m sorry I was such a shitty husband,” he said as he rang his rattle. She would punish him for using bad words later. Right now she liked seeing him so vulnerable. Wriggling beneath her and confessing his sins. “I treated you so poorly, and you always stuck by me.” he said, breathing heavily.

She used the hand that wasn’t pressed on his padded cock to put a consoling hand on his tummy. “It’s okay, honey. You’re better now.” she said, then added, “we both are.”

He stayed silent for a while, not even cooing or moaning. She thought something might be wrong, until he finally said, “I want to keep wearing diapers, Mommy.”

“You do?” Lori asked.

He nodded stiffly. She wasn’t sure if he was being serious, or he was just caught up in the mood. She thought it might be the latter, so she played along. “Well then you’ll have to go get some more. Maybe the cute girl is still working behind the counter at the diaper supply store. You can tell her how you couldn’t resist being out of diapers anymore! Maybe she’ll change you into one again like she did last time!”

He flushed at that. Probably remembering how much he cried before being sent in to fetch more diaper supplies. The girl offered to change him as a form of customer service, she’d probably changed hundreds of pathetic, pampered husbands. But Chad felt like his change was unique and humiliating. It certainly was, they let Lori see the security video after he left. That girl had a way with words.

Lori pressed one hand between his legs with her palm to wriggle the plug around inside him. “Do you want to be a baby boy or a baby girl?”

“A baby girl” he said without hesitation, panting heavily. “I like feeling pwetty. I just didn’t like the panties, they not comfy…”

“Well it’s a good thing baby girls don’t wear panties then isn’t it? Just pink princess pampers like you are now!”

His breathing quickened, his legs started to tense.

“I’m gonna make a goo goo, Mommy” he said around the thumb in his mouth.

“I know you are, baby. And you’re going to do it right in your diaper where it belongs.”

He wasn’t, his dick was poking too far out for that, but Lori knew if she talked to him like that it would make the process happen faster. She remembered how timid and shy she used to be when she first started dominating him. So unsure of herself, so scared of what he’d think, or how silly she sounded. Now she didn’t care. In fact, she quite enjoyed it.

Chad groaned and writhed beneath her hands as the head of his cock swelled even more than Lori thought possible, then it erupted. Spewing hot, sticky goo all over his hairy chest and belly.

“Don’t move.” she said. Not that he was in danger of doing so. His eyes hadn’t even come back to the front of their sockets yet.

She reached into the bag and pulled out one of his old baby spoons.

“From now on, when you cum, it goes in your mouth.” she said, scooping up some of the snotty puddle with the spoon and bringing it to his lips. He grimaced at first, horniness having faded, but her stern look told him he’d best obey. He parted his lips so she could insert the spoonful. “Every time you cum, do you understand me?”

“Yes ma’am.” he nodded obediently.

She scooped up another gooey mouthful, using her finger to help it on the spoon. “So were you serious about wearing diapers again?” she asked. A bit of it missed his mouth, so she pushed it back in with the spoon.

Chad shook his head, “No…not really. Not unless I’m bad…”

Lori scoffed. “Oh please, then you’ll just be bad so that I will put you in diapers!!”

He laughed and shrugged at that, knowing she was right.

“I tell you what,” she said as she brought up the last spoonful, “From now on, they’re only going to be used as a reward. If you’re a good boy or…gurl all week, I’ll let you wear your diapers.”

“And make dumpy humpies??” he asked, eyes wide.

“And make dumpy humpies.” she smiled, tossing the spoon back to the bag and laying down next to him so he cradled her in his muscular arms. She didn’t bother taking his diaper off. Now that his erection had subsided he wouldn’t be in danger of it poking out and leaking into the bed when he inevitably pissed his diaper that night. She had a feeling he was eager to feel a wet diaper again.

“I love you so much,” he said before she could.

“I love you, too.” she said, smiling up and kissing him.

“I’m so glad we did this.” he said.

“What? Made you cum in a pink diaper?” she teased.

He laughed. “You know what I mean. Dr. Gatlin, the diapers, the dresses…everything.”

“Me too.” she said, and she meant it. Even though it was hard at times–changing a grown man’s diaper every day isn’t exactly a vacation– it was worth it. Her husband was a better man, and she was a better woman.

“I guess it’s true what they say,” he said, adjusting his diaper so it covered him more thoroughly. “Happy wife…”

“Happy life.” she finished for him.

They giggled and kissed each other one last time before drifting off to sleep, both smiling softly and knowing that their marriage was in the best place it had ever been.

The End