Humiliated Weekend
Hi all! A little backstory, I'm 31 and my wonderful wife is 25. I told her 6 months ago about being into diapers and she was not thrilled but said she'd be open to learning more about it. Initially I would wear when she wasn't home but then one day she asked me to wear in front of her which I gladly did. She didn't mind and actually liked it! She even started diapering me when when I got home from work or changing me when wet which was a dream. I'd told her I enjoyed more babyish aspects as well, and after getting used to the diapering and changing said she'd be willing to play and explore. She has NO interest in being diapered herself but admitted the control is intoxicating and she really enjoys implementing babyish aspects.
We came to an agreement that when I'm diapered, she is completely in charge and what she says goes, even if it is uncomfortable or embarrassing for me. This could mean babyish items, chores, reprimands, privilege removal or other items as she deems fit. I trust her and told her that giving up control completely like that is scary but that it would fully help me realize this side of myself.
For the last 2 months she has been exerting more and more control during my diapered time. It started small with a pacifier or drinking from a bottle. She started implementing random diaper checks, she has fed me at the table both cut up adult food and mushy baby food, I've drank warm formula from a bottle, I have a few baby toys that she will watch me play with in the floor. She has even begun using baby talk, especially when changing me. Even outside of diapered time, I've now got a chore chart and am responsible for all chores except cooking, which she enjoys. In the last month she has even begun requiring full use of my diapers and changing even messy diapers with lots of baby talk. I've played in the back yard in a t-shirt/shorts with a diaper under which she has made no bones about checking at her leisure. I've ridden in the backseat while she drives with a diaper on under clothes and had to walk in the multiple stores with her while she shopped hoping nobody would see it or hear it.
The one thing we've done that has keep us grounded and made this enjoyable for both is we debrief as two adults after each session where something new happens to make sure the experience was tolerable and didn't bring up any hurts or trauma. This has helped me fully let go as a baby and for her to fully realize the power dynamic shift knowing if something happens that doesn't jive, it won't happen again!
Two weeks ago I was in the living room floor in our makeshift playpen with just a short t-shirt on, playing with blocks, and sucking my pacifier while she got our lunch ready when the door bell rang. I looked at her pleading but she told me to keep playing. I hoped it was a delivery or something but as soon as she opened the door I heard the voices of her sisters (28 & 23) and almost started crying. Of course as they got to where they could see me they giggled and started baby talking. I was so ashamed but she acted like it was perfectly normal. We ate lunch and of course each wanted to feed me then they wanted to play with me. I was the most embarrassed I had ever been but it also put me deep into a baby headspace. We debriefed the next day and while it was humiliating, I didn't tell her I was against it but figured she'd gotten that out of her system and it wouldn't happen again.
Fast forward to this weekend. I was off Thursday-Sunday and we decided, except for Sunday afternoon, that I would be a baby the whole time. We agreed to it that 24/7 from Wednesday after work until Sunday at noon, I'd be babied to her satisfaction. No big deal, I've been in public in a diaper under clothes and stuff. However, Thursday I woke up feeling bleh. I was snotty, puny, and miserable. I was grumpy and fussy leading to more than a few stern looks, scoldings, and diapered swats. Thursday afternoon she'd had enough so she got me dressed and we went to the store. She bought a few things and then we got to the Walgreens and she had me sit in the car while she ran in and got a couple additional things. When we got home I was wet but was sent to the playpen before dinner. She fed me and then drew a bath. When I got out I saw my diaper and pajamas laying out and didn't pay attention to anything else. She raised my legs and put my diaper under me and powdered me like normal. But instead of taping it, she kept my legs up and took my temperature using a rectal thermometer. I had never felt so vulnerable. After my diaper and pajamas were on the walked me into the living room where she gave me liquid sinus medicine using a baby syringe and proceeded to use the nasal cleaning bulb to clean my nostrils. The medicine was so nasty. I was sent to bed and slept 14hrs. Friday was more of the same with temp checks at every change, more nasty medicine, and an additional nap.
I thought it couldn't get worse, but boy was I wrong. Saturday morning she got me dressed and had breakfast ready when the door opened and in walked her 28yr old sister. She was dressed for the gym in running shorts and a tank top and I was honestly confused. That was until my wife started talking to her about what was going on and everything before turning to me and telling me she had a bunch of errands to run and couldn't keep up with me so Addie was going to babysit me. To say I was mortified was an understatement, but I knew backtalk or disobedience would lead to a very bad time. While she was getting ready and getting out the door, Addie took me to the couch and fed me a bottle of warm formula and another round of nasty meds. All while baby talking me and treating me like an infant. Instead of leaving me to play by myself she took an active part and played with me like an infant. I'd stack blocks and she'd knock them down or roll a ball to me or toss it to me so I couldn't catch it and then she'd giggle about me being little. Around that time I realized my tummy was rumbling something fierce and I had a major blowout and actually cried as she giggled and baby talked about my smelly diaper. She changed me like it was nothing though. I had 2 more messy diapers which embarrassed me to no end. She rarely let me out of her sight and when she did I was in the playpen. She spent the whole day treating me like an infant with baby food, formula, constant supervision, lots of giggles, and no adult words. I truly felt like a baby being babysat. My wife returned and as she was feeding me a dinner of baby food carrots, baby food peas, baby food chicken/rice, and a squeeze container of kale/apple baby food. They talked as I was fed and of course she made sure my wife knew about the blowouts and such. My wife bathed me after she left and put me to bed.
Sunday evening we debriefed like normal and I confessed that even though it was humiliating that as long as she didn't go tell everyone or anything that it truly put me in little headspace to be babysat and I was ok if it happened again. She said she'd remember that and would definitely use her sisters when she need to do adult things without and infant to watch out for. I don't know what the future holds or what other stuff may happen but I'm sure she has more humiliations in store.