My Wife My MommieIt was about 3 a.m. when I woke up with the discovery of beingwet for the third straight night. In my confusion, I jumped out ofbed in alarm, and in the process woke up my wife, who had not yetfelt the wetness of the sheets. Being disturbed by the manner I gotout of bed, and then feeling the wet mattress, she looked at me andYELLED, “What the hell is going on here. This is the third nightin a row that you have wet the bed. What on earth is wrong withyou, are you a baby or something????” I just stood there, with myhead hung low, humiliated and confused. I couldn’t answer her, Ididn’t know what to say. “Your not only ruining the mattress, but I’m not getting much sleep with your preposterous behavior. I think that from now onyou are going to wear diapers and rubber panties to bed so at leastI can get some sleep, and maybe we can save the mattress as well.”Then she said, “Now get cleaned up while I change the bed, again!!We will talk more about this tomorrow.”I went to the bathroom and rinsed out my pajama’s and hungthem to up dry and put on a clean pair. As I got back into bed, Ileaned over to kiss my wife but she just turned away in disgust,not saying a word.I laid there and smiled, thinking to myself “if she only knew,I’d really be in trouble”. For the last several weeks I hadlistened to a hypnotic tape that was suppose to make the userincontinent at night. On my way home from work I would park my car,put the seat down, lay back, and turn on the tape. As I drove therest of the way home and on my way to work, I would listen to thesubliminal tape. I was thinking that this tape was a waste of moneywhen 1 night, 3 days ago, I woke up wet. Well my plan had startedto work, or so I thought………. I got up the next morning and got ready for work. As I startedthe car, I again put in the subliminal tape and went to work. I wasthinking to myself that maybe I should get the 24 hour wetting tapenext, but on second thought, maybe I shouldn’t, its okay to wet thebed, but I don’t think I would want to wet and wear diapers 24hours a day. No…….this was just fine, I thought.I arrived home that night, and started making supper as Inormally did because my wife usually came home about an hour ortwo after I did. I didn’t really think about the events that hadoccurred the previous evening, just carried on normally. I heardmy wife coming in the door, and as she did, she looked to see ifsupper was started. She entered the kitchen and walked right by mewithout saying Escort a word, carrying a load of packages to the bedroom.I asked her what she had bought, but she just ignored me. I thought to myself, “Boy she is really pissed off, maybe Ishould stop this.” She was in the bedroom for quite sometime with the doorclosed. I thought she was changing her cloths so I didn’t sayanything, but after about 30 minutes, and supper almost done, Iknocked on the door to inform her that we would be eating shortly.She opened the door and I told her supper was about ready. Shedidn’t say anything and we walked to the kitchen. It was a very’quiet’ supper. After we had finished and cleaned up the kitchen,we sat down in the family room to watch tv.”What on earth is happening to you?,” she said. “You can’t bewetting the bed constantly every night. I talked with a couple ofthe doctors today and they said you should get a check up see whatmay be wrong. In the mean time, I bought you some diapers and’baby’, I mean, incontinent pants to wear at night.”She seemed almost understanding, compassionate, caring. Itwas like a 180 degree turn from before. I could not believe myears. I didn’t even think much about the ‘baby’ comment in herstatement. I modestly told her that I would wear them, “at least untilwe could get the problem corrected.” We watched television and went about the evening in an almostnormal manner. When it was time for bed, I proceeded to go to thebedroom to get undressed and then went into the bathroom to getcleaned up and finish getting ready for bed. When I returned tothe bedroom, I was meet with another surprise. My wife was sittingon the edge of the bed waiting for me with a thick cloth diaperlaid out next to her. She told me to lay down and ‘she’ would getme ready for bed.I knew that I needed (and wanted) to be diapered, but I hadto put up a little protest. I asked her if we couldn’t wait onemore night and see what would happen. She told me that I hadalready agreed to wear them, and no one was going to know excepther, and she wasn’t about to tell anyone. “And besides” she said,”If you do wet, at least I won’t float away and we won’t ruin themattress more than it already is.” I reluctantly laid down on the ‘thick’ pieces of cloth whichhad been laid out for me. It was hard to look and act as thoughthis was something I really didn’t want, but I managed to act likethis was a medical problem, and not my personal wish. She rubbedbaby oil all over me and then sprinkled a liberal Escort Bayan amount babypowder all over. She told me to lift my bottom so she could powdermy p*o-p*o.”We wouldn’t want you to get a diaper rash, would we?, ” shesaid smiling. “Open your legs real wide so we can get your little’wee-wee’ allllllllllllllll tucked into your diapers, and yourdiapers alllllllllllllllllll tucked into your ‘widdle’ ‘wubber’panties.” “We wouldn’t want you to leak now, would we?,” she saidas she pulled the thick diapers between my legs. It felt strange,yet wonderful. When she pined the diapers snugly around my thighs,she did it with ‘pink’ diaper pins, explaining that they were theonly color they had, and that we could not use conventional safetypins because they may open up and hurt my soft ‘baby’ skin.”She wasn’t nasty or anything, but I couldn’t help but noticethe little connotations, ‘wee-wee, p*o-p*o, ‘widdle’, ‘wubber’,’baby’ skin. It was exciting, yet scary, like she knew something,but at this time I didn’t put two and two together. Maybe I didn’twant to, I was in heaven.She then produced a pair of ‘Gerber’ plastic panties thatlooked exactly like baby pants, except that they were in an adultsize. When she finish and made sure that my diapers were all tuckedin, she helped me up and pulled the covers down from the bed. Therewas a ‘pink’ rubber sheet, on my side of the bed, again, ‘the onlycolor they had’.I could hardly move with all the bulk between my legs. WhenI did move, you could hear the rustle of the plastic panties. Ipulled up my pajama’s but with the bulk of the diapers, I fearedthat I would rip them. She suggested that I just wear my T-shirtand the diapers to bed, saying “Lots of babies where just a T-Shirtand diapers to bed. We will have to get you some more appropriatepajamas if the is going to continue.” She then ‘tucked’ me intobed, bending over and kissing me tenderly on my forehead, saying”sleep tight my little one. I’ll make an appointment for you atthe doctor tomorrow. I couldn’t get over her change of attitude andthe congenial way she was treating me. I told her I would call thedoctor, but she insisted that ‘she’ would make the appointment.The next morning I got up and was not disappointed. I wassoaking wet and yet had one of the most enjoyable nights of sleepthat I could remember. My wife rolled over and asked me if I waswet. I meekly told her ‘yes’ and was told to put my wet diapers inthe diaper pail that was in the bathroom. “Diaper Bayan Escort Pail!!!???”, I said.”Well where else would you put wet diapers?” she said verymatter of fact. I could not argue and when I went to the bathroomthere was a large ‘pink’ diaper pail with little lambs on thesides. I thought to myself, “I bet this was the only color theyhad” and smiled. I rinsed out my diapers and put them in the pailand after rinsing out my plastic panties, hung them up to dry.I finished getting ready for work and listened to thesubliminal tape on my way. About half way through the day Ireceived a phone call from my wife telling me that I had anappointment with a Dr. More at 4:30 and she gave me the address.”Please don’t be late as ‘she’ is doing me a favor by getting youin this fast,” she said.”SHE”—-“Dr. More is a female?” I said.”Don’t worry, you have nothing she hasn’t seen before”, shesaid.I was a little apprehensive to say the least. I had never seena female doctor before, yet alone for this type of thing. What wasI going to tell her. Would she know that there really wasn’t aproblem? I guess I’ll just have to go along with play the role andhope for the best. It was to late to turn around now, I was in todeep, and besides, did I really want too??I arrived at the doctors office right on time, only to be meetwith still another surprise.(to be continued)Tami had been using a hypnotic tape for several weeks inorder forher to become incontinent at night. S/He did start wetting the bedto the displeasure of her wife. Tami’s wife made an appointment forhim with a doctor of her choice to see what was the problem reallyentailed. Tami is now arriving at the doctor office only to findhimself in another predicament. Is it now to late for her to turnaround and forget the entire thing? Does she really want to stopthis ball from rolling? Tami arrived at the address his wife given her and foundherself in a high rise medical building. S/he entered the lobby andwent to the directory. It was listed by classification and byindividual doctors. S/he looked under urologists but could not finda Dr. More. S/he then looked for Dr. More and saw “Dr. R. More,Room-1234”. S/he took the elevator to the 12th floor and found thecorrect room, but was shocked to see what was on the door….”Dr. Regina More””c***d Physiologist”&”Infant Behavior Specialist”Her heart was pounding as S/he opened the door. S/he wantedto run and forget the whole issue, but knew s/he would now have toface whatever was in store for her or forget her fantasy forever,with perhaps, even worst fate. If s/he didn’t go in, s/he wouldhave to face her wife, and yet, the unknown on the other side ofthe door was almost enough for he/r to run, but s/he didn’t andwalked in.