The Box

She could tell by the way he breathed when he entered the house that he had another rough day. His exasperated sigh as he opened the door, meant to slam it, but thought better of it, sighing again as he closed it softly.

“Hard day?” She asked.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped it open, took a long swig, and nodded.

“It’s just too much,” Matthew breathed, “they keep adding more and more demands onto an already restricted timeline, and expect us to have it done, AND up to code in 2 months. All while keeping it under budget. It’s just not possible.”

She listened and let him vent while she rubbed his back. She knew there was nothing she could say that would make it better. She could see how much the stress was weighing on him. His hair was frazzled like he’d been tugging it all day, his face flushed, his eyes had deep, dark bags under them.

There were few things she could do. It’s not like she could give advice, Engineering was way beyond her expertise. She couldn’t tell him to get another job, at least not yet. That wouldn’t fix the current issue, and they couldn’t survive off of just her income.

Then she got an idea.

“What are you doing?” He asked as she started pulling her hair back, tying it up into a tight ponytail with a smirk.

“Go get the box.” She said.

Immediately his stress seemed to evaporate as his look changed from fatigue to intrigue.

He even had a little pep in his step as he scrambled up the stairs.

*******

It didn’t take him long to grab the cardboard box from the closet in their master bedroom. It had been a while since they’d used it, unfortunately. Nicole made a mental note to not let it collect dust for this long again.

Matthew placed the box down in front of her chair and smiled.

Nicole fixed her face, closing her eyes for a second to find her character. Then she opened them, snapping her fingers and pointing down.

Matthew dropped to his knees immediately.

“Have you been a naughty boy today?” She asked sternly.

He nodded, “yes, I have!” His voice was already cracking and becoming higher-pitched as he slipped into subspace.

“Well we’re going to have to do something about that then, aren’t we?”

She reached for the flaps of the box. Pulling them open to expose the contents. The box was where they kept all of their toys. Dildos, vibrators, fuzzy cuffs, and various spanking implements. But that wasn’t what she was going for. She knew what he really wanted. What would really lighten his mood, and get him in a completely different kind of mood.

Nicole fished down to the bottom of the box until she found what she was looking for, smiling mischievously when she traced her hand across it. The contents of the box shifted as the item was pulled free.

She watched his eyes light up when he saw it. Even though he probably expected it, she still loved to see his countenance change as she held the large, adult-sized pacifier aloft.

“You’ve been quite a whiny baby today,” she told him. Cringing as soon as she said it. It probably wasn’t the best choice of words. She didn’t want to belittle him for having a vulnerable moment.

But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he nodded his head in agreement. “I have, Mommy.”

“So I’m going to have to treat you like a baby…” she said. It was cliché, and Nicole knew it. But she also knew she didn’t have to say the perfect thing at any given moment. Judging by how much Matthew was squirming already, everything was going just fine.

She placed the nipple of the binky to his mouth. Matthew’s breathing quickened as he parted his lips to accept the paci gratefully. Matthew was 6’4’’, 240 lbs, and an all around large, muscular man. But as soon as that pacifier was pressed in his mouth, he turned into a big ball of mush. Nicole loved watching the manliness melt off of him. It was like magic. Like a spell was suddenly put on him that caused him to regress to a happier place as he suckled on the rubber teet like a toddler.

But she was just getting started.

She reached back in the box. She didn’t have to rummage much at all to find it. She watched him quiver with every crinkle as she pulled it from the box: a big, fluffy adult diaper.

She could practically hear his heart beating through his chest. She didn’t understand what it was that got him so worked up over just the sight of it, but she knew it turned him on, and that was all that mattered.

“And you know what babies have to wear, don’t you?” She asked.

“Diaperss Mommy!” His voice was so pitchy now. She couldn’t tell if it was because of his paci or his submission, but his baby lisp was coming out.

“That’s right, baby! Lay back! We need to get you in a fresh diapurr!”

He reclined backwards on the floor, reaching to undo his belt, but her hand smacked it lightly. “Na uh, little one! You’re too small to take off your pants by yourself! Let Mommy help…”

She set the diaper down on the floor where he could see it. Reaching for the belt of his slacks. Listening to his breathing as she took her time pulling the belt through the loops. She watched the bulge form in his crotch as she fiddled with the button, and carefully pulled down his zipper. He raised his hips to allow her to pull his pants down and off his ankles, tossing them to the side.

She grabbed the diaper and started unfurling it. His hips were still raised, allowing her to slide it underneath before he plopped down onto the padding.

She went back to the box for the powder and lotion.

“P-please don’t put the plug in, Mommy…” he whimpered.

She smiled. She knew what he was doing.  It was his way of telling her what he actually wanted without breaking character.

She feigned empathy, “Oh…well, I’m sorry…but I think you need it.” She said reaching back in the box, “we can’t have you going poo poo in your Pampers, can we? No…you know Mommy doesn’t like changing stinky diapers. So I'm afraid you are gonna need your plug.”

He smirked behind the paci, knowing his plan worked.

“The big one.”

His smile faded. She laughed genuinely. The big plug was always a little more painful than pleasurable for him. But she also knew he liked her to be forceful and dominating. She stood her ground, pulling the large plug from the box.

He whimpered at the size of it. She giggled at his trepidation, using the lotion to lube up both the plug and his hole. She swirled her fingers around the ring of his sphincter. Massaging it gently before poking a finger or two in and out of his hole to loosen it up. Then she pressed the plug to it.

“Relax,” she said, “take a deep breath.”

He did, closing his eyes and sucking his paci harder as she gently worked it inwards. He gasped sharply several times, indicating to her to slow down, which she did, waiting with the plug in that position until he could relax and adjust. He really groaned when it got to the widest part of the base, so she pulled it back gently and then worked it back in and out again, practically fucking him with it. Finally, she got it past the widest section, and his hole swallowed up the rest. She giggled as his cheeks closed around the base.

Now it was time for her favorite part of the diaper application. She squeezed a generous amount of lotion on her hands, and began rubbing it on the crease of his thighs next to his dick and balls. Then over the top of them, watching his already hard cock twitch as she circled around it but never touched it.

She smirked at the power she had over him. How he squirmed beneath her. Grunting and groaning into his pacifier. She placed her palm on his shaft, pressing it down against his belly button, then let it go and watched it catapult back up. She tickled her way up his sides and tweaked his nipples. Trying to hit all of his sensory inputs.

Finally, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, pulling upwards until it plopped out. Listening to his breathing crescendo as she did, like his dick was a pull string. She continued to run her lubed hand over it. Only going up with it, never down. Slowly, sensually tugging on him. Using her other hand to wriggle his butt plug or tickle his balls. She kept teasing him like this for several minutes until she was worried he might cum. She wanted to save that for later.

She pulled her hands away, grabbing the powder from the box, sprinkling it over his sensitive cock. He whined a bit when she pulled the front of the diaper up, but didn’t protest. She pressed it down onto his little stiffy, feeling it throbbing through the padding as she taped it tightly shut. When it was done, she patted him on the front.

All of the trials and tribulations that came with being an adult in today’s world dissipated as soon as he got that diaper on. She could see how happy it made him. How it made him forget about the stress of work and life and just allowed him to be “little” again. It made her heart melt seeing him look so innocent and jovial. The way he pawed his face after she took out the mittens from the box and put them on his hands.

She sat him up, taking a baby bottle from the box, unscrewing the lid, and pouring the remainder of his beer inside. She handed him the baby bottle, watching him smile and fumble with it with his mittened hands.

“Here, baby” she said after he dropped it for the second or third time. She took the bottle and his arm and laid him in her lap. She stroked his hair and rocked him gently. Shhhing him as she pressed the nipple of the bottle to his mouth. She pinched his cheeks as he suckled his beer. Booping him on the nose and making him giggle innocently. He really was so fucking cute when he was in little space.

He guzzled down his beer quicker than she expected, but she wasn’t ready to let go of him yet. She pulled the bottle from his mouth and set it aside, then started unbuttoning her blouse with one hand.

His eyes went wide as she pulled one of her perky breasts out of her bra and placed the nipple to his mouth. Rubbing the back of his head and running fingers through his hair as he latched on and began to suckle. She wrapped him tightly in her arms, the big giant man breastfeeding like a baby. It was a sensual embrace. Like a long, intimate hug.

She reached between his legs, his diaper was wet. He’d hardly been in it for more than 10 minutes. She could feel his penis poking through the padding. She ran her hand along it teasingly. Feeling his body and lips tense. She rubbed and squeezed the bulge as he suckled harder on her breast. It was turning them both on, getting them hot and breathey.

Nicole had to stop before things escalated too far. She pulled her hand away, put her breast back in her shirt and buttoned up, ignoring his protests. “Mommy needs to make dinner, little one”. She stood up, laying a blanket down on the floor in front of the TV. She patted it and watched him crawl over and plop down in front of it while she turned the baseball game on. She grabbed another beer from the fridge, transferred it to his baby bottle, and handed it to him before heading to the kitchen. Making sure he was in clear view of her. You had to watch a baby at all times. Especially an adult one—they tend to get handsy.

She kept her eye on him while she whipped up one of his favorite dinners: fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. He clapped his mittened hands and babbled in excitement behind his paci when the Astros scored.

“Dinner is ready, sweetheart!” She called, hearing him crinkling and crawling in shortly after. She ran to the box and came back with a bib, putting it around his neck once he got in his chair. “Hold on, baby!” She told him as he reached unsuccessfully for the fork next to his plate. “Mommy needs to cut your chicken into nuggies, and make your veggies easier to eat.”

Nicole cut the breaded breasts into smaller, demeaning chunks. Then used a spoon to mush the green beans into more of a puree. She used the fork to scoop some up, removed his paci, and proceeded to feed him like a baby.

It was a humiliating process for Matthew, but it was also very intimate. Nicole’s eyes gleamed as she took scoop after scoop of potatoes, beans, and chicken and guided it to her husband’s mouth. Matthew smiled with each helping, chewing even though he didn’t really need to. She eventually left him to himself, but took his utensils and his mittens so he was forced to eat with his hands while she ate her own food. He looked so babyish using his fingers to scoop mashed potatoes into his mouth.

When both their plates were done, she wiped his face with the bib. “You will do the dishes while I go upstairs and change. Meet me up there in 15 minutes” She told him as she stood up.

He nodded, “yes mommy.”

“Oh,” she said, stopping at the threshold of the stairs, “and bring the box with you.”

******

Matthew clambered up the stairs with the box in his arms. He fumbled with it as he reached for the door handle, almost dropping the entire thing and its contents on the floor.

When the door creaked open, Nicole was waiting on the bed in nothing but a black, mostly see-through negligee. It had knee high stockings and garter belts that went up her thighs. Matthew immediately stiffened in his diaper.

She crooked a finger at him “Come here baby boy!”

He set the box down roughly and climbed between her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She grabbed him gently by the hair and brought his face down to her lips. Kissing him intensely before pushing his head down to her other glistening lips. She loved the way Matthew’s beard felt between her legs. The way he kissed her kitty before using his tongue to leverage between her labia. He licked her slowly, passionately. Starting from the bottom and working his way up. Circling around her clit, nibbling it lightly, then making his way back down.

She could hear a crinkling in tune with his motions. He was rubbing his diaper.

“Hands up!” She told him with her eyes still  in the back of her head.

He immediately brought them up to her thighs. Whimpering into her wetness as he focused on her clit and not his own.

Her hips started gyrating in time with his tongue. She groaned in need as well. Pulling him up so that he was on top of her. She could taste her own juices on his beard as she kissed him. Grabbing him by the hips and getting him to grind his crinkly crotch against her. They dry humped against each other. Though, with how wet she was, it was slick against the plastic of his Pampers. She could feel him throbbing even through the padding. She pulled him closer, pressing and patting the plug on his backside.

She wanted more. She needed more.

Despite her small frame, Nicole easily flipped him over so she was on top. She reached over and rummaged through the box. She finally found what she was looking for. It was a simple, 6 inch vibrator. A long, straight torpedo. She turned the knob at the bottom, dialing up the vibration until it threatened to flop out of her hand. She smiled as she crooked a finger into the front of Matthew’s diaper. Peeking it open just enough to slip the vibrator in next to his leaking, throbbing cock. She laughed as he moaned in pleasure. She pressed on the front of his padding, feeling both of the stiff members inside, then climbed on top of them.

The vibrations pulsed through the diaper and against her pussy as she grinded against him. Being careful not to dislodge the vibrator from its position while she ran her hips across it. The diaper was slick with her juices, making it easier to slide back and forth. They both started breathing heavily. Panting as they pressed against the Pampers.

“Does that feel good baby?” She asked breathily.

He nodded, letting out long gusts of air, “Yes Mommy!”

She loved seeing him so turned on. It made her that much more aroused as well. She put her hands down on his pecs and pumped her hips against him. His big, burly arms at her sides, keeping her in balance and rhythm.

He started wriggling underneath her.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“I…i have to…go…Mommy…”

“Go what? Surely you don’t have to go potty right now…” she mused.

He shook his head, biting his bottom lip. “I have to…”

“You have to make a goo goo in your diaper, don’t you?” She finished for him. He nodded, flushing a little at her words.

She smiled, honestly surprised he managed to hold out this long.

“Go head, baby!” She told him, “make a sticky mess in your diaper for Mommy”

She could feel his dick pulsing in his diaper next to the dildo at her words. He loved it when she talked to him like that.

“Make cummies for Mommy” she told him. His getting close to cumming was making her close as well.

“Make milkies in your messy diaper!”

They humped harder. Faster.

“Pump your present into your Pampers for your Princess!”

He grabbed her ass and pressed her down, hard, on top of him. She felt the vibrations through her whole body. They both started spasming. Nicole bucking back and forth while Matthew fluttered beneath her. She collapsed down onto his chest. Their breathing heavy in each other’s ears.

“Did you do it?” She asked once she finally recovered, ”did you go goo goo in your diapy?”

Without waiting for an answer, she slipped a finger into his diaper, feeling the warm, sticky puddle almost immediately. There was so much the padding of the diaper couldn’t absorb it all. She giggled as she pulled out the vibrator, covered in his juicy jizz. She clicked it off before putting it to his lips, making him lick it clean. He never liked that part, not once he’s lost his drive to be submissive. But she didn’t care. Plus, he would appreciate it when he thought about it later.

When it was clean to her satisfaction, she tossed it back in the box, laying down in his arms and snuggling tightly against him.

“Thank you for doing that,” he said. His burly ‘man’ voice returning instead of his high-pitched submissive one.

“Of course,” she said, running her hands through the hair in his chest and smiling, “I’m your wife, it’s what I’m here for.”

“Not many wives do what you do,” he chuckled.

“That’s a shame,” she frowned, drawing circles with her fingers on his skin, ” I wish more could see how happy it makes their husbands”

He smiled for a long while, a smile that exemplified just how lucky he felt in that moment. “I love you so much” he finally said, kissing her forehead.

“I love you too.” She said, poking her head up to get a proper kiss on the lips.

He sighed cheerfully, his stress from earlier long gone now. He reached his hand down to his diaper.

“What are you doing?” She asked, smacking his hand off the tapes.

“I was gonna take this off…” he said, a bit taken aback.

“No you’re not.” She said evenly.

“I’m not?”

“No,” she said, “you can stay in it until the morning.”

He looked a bit taken aback, but still smiled. “I love you,” he said again.

She patted his wet, sticky diaper. “I love you too, baby. Always.”

THE END