the night I told my wife, part 2

"I like it."

She looked dumbfounded. "You like it?"

"It's a like a fetish." I told her, feeling completely defeated. "I really didn't want you to find out like this." I paused for a second trying to figure out what to say next. "Remember last week when I told you how, when I was younger, the doctor suggested that I wear diapers? Well that's when this all started. At first I hated it but I kinda grew to like it. It became comforting to wear one and I was kinda sad to see them go."

"So what's with all the pictures?"

"Well...I like looking at 'em. It's called infantilism.

"Ok, I need to go to bed." She said.

It wasn't quite bedtime yet but I just wanted this day to end. I got changed and climbed into bed while she was washing up in the bathroom. She didn't say a word when she climbed into bed next to me. I lay there in silence, not sure what to say or do.

She spoke up. "You need to see someone about this. I want this to stop."

I paused for a second. "Ok, I'll stop it."

"I think you should see a therapist."

"I'm not gonna see a therapist about this. I'll stop it and that'll be fine."

"No, you need to talk to someone about this. This isn't right."

"No, I'll stop it and everything will be fine. Ugh, I just wish you knew more about it before making this decision."

She said nothing for a minute. "Ok." Was all she said.

"Ok. I'll send you some information tomorrow."

"Ok." She said, and rolled over.

The next morning I got got ready for work and left before her alarm as usual. I couldn't stop thinking about last night all day. When I had some free time I gathered a bunch of information for her. I sent her a couple links to definitions and descriptions of infantilism along with links to the Tyra Banks Show on infantilism and The Secret Lives of Women featuring Baby Ella. I encouraged her to do a little of her own research and ask me anything she wants, there would be no secrets between us anymore.

When I pulled into the parking lot at home I was surprised to see her car, she was suppose to be in class tonight. When I walked in she was sitting on the couch with her laptop in her lap. "Hey," I said "I thought you had class."

"I didn't feel like it tonight." She replied. "Sit down."

I took off my coat and sat next to her. "Did you see my email?"

"Yeah, and I did a ton research on my own." I glanced at her laptop and saw a full page of questions she typed up in word. She started asking me questions. "So are you an AB or a DL or a fury?" She said, uncomfortably.

"Well I don't think a furry has anything to do with it."

"That's what it said online."

I quickly decided not to argue and replied. "I'm a DL."

A wave of relief came over her face. "That's good. I don't think I could deal with an AB."

"Oh, why?" I asked.

"I really need to come home to an adult. I had to take care of my mother all my life, I don't want to come home and take care of you."

"Oh ok, yeah that's not me. You know that's interesting though, that's why a lot of people become DL's, because they had to grow up so fast, they want to recapture their youth."

"I know," she said, "I read that online. So do you use them?" She was still noticeably uncomfortable.

"I do." I was starting to feel really good. Getting all this off my chest and knowing that there are absolutely no secrets between us was liberating.

"Do you do #1 or #2?" She was anxious about this one.

"I hate #2, too much cleanup."

"So you do do #1 then?"

"Yes."

She began scanning her document. I glanced over at it trying to see what she wrote. I saw something about furries and how she wanted nothing to do with diapers before she asked the next question. "So what do you like about diapers?"

I took a second to think. "That's a really tough question. I don't know, its comforting to wear a diaper. It brings me back to a time in my life when I had no responsibilities and no cares in the world. It's very relaxing."

"So why do you have so many pictures of girls in your computer?"

"I've always liked looking at girls in diapers. It makes me wish I was wearing one."

"She was noticeably uncomfortable with the next question. "Do you masturbate to those pictures?"

I had already made the decision to be completely honest so I was. "I have, yes, but not in a long time."

"So it's a sexual thing for you?"

"Well yes and no. It is very sexually stimulating but I don't just wear a diaper to get off. I enjoy just sitting around in a diaper. It's like another form of underwear."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." She said.

I then got one more glance at the document the typed up before she deleted it. She went play by play through every possible thing I could have said. She basically wanted nothing to do with an AB and didn't want to participate in any of this. She had also wrote nothing about seeing a therapist which gave me hope.

Then she spoke up. "I guess it's not all that bad. I definitely don't want to see any dirty diapers. I think that's disgusting, and I really wish you would stop looking at those pictures."

"Of course." I said with a relieved smile.

"I wish you would have told me sooner."

I cut her off. "Oh I do too. I wanted to so bad."

"So why didn't you?"

"Well I've heard so many stories about people telling their friend's or family or significant others and getting nothing but ridicule and embarrassment and I couldn't go through with that. I love you so much I couldn't loose you. But I've been trying to tell you. I wanted to tell you."

We embraced and held each other for a while until I broke the silence. "So what are my boundaries here? Can I wear diapers or...?"

"Well I don't care what you do when I'm not home. If you want to wear them go right ahead."

I was trying to be as careful with my questions as possible. "Well do you want to see me in one or no?"

"Well I don't want it to be the first thing I see when I get home, but I guess it's ok."



After another long silence she asked another question. "So have you fantasized about me in a diaper?"

I was embarrassed to say it but I responded with, "I have."

After another bit of silence, "Do you want to see me in one?"

I couldn't believe what I was getting into. This was something I only dreamt about. "Yeah, if your willing to."

"I'll do it but if I don't like it I'm out."

"I'll never bring it up again."

"Ok."

After a brief pause I asked another question. "So what kind do you want to try?"



I'll stop it here for now, and I'll continue with more of this story in a later post. As usual, I welcome any and all feedback, please comment below and I'll continue writing above. And as always, stay squishy!