With one forceful grunt, a large squelch erupted out of Bobby's backside. His face was an exhausted shade of red, scrunched up as he pushed once again. The thick diaper firmly secured around his waist expanded, capturing all of the hot mess. In this moment, he felt so helpless, as if every remaining shred of adulthood was removed with this infantile act. After one final push, he examined the previously white diaper, now partially stained with a muddy brown, indicating to all what had just occurred. Its thickness forced apart his legs, making it even harder to stay clean, not as if that mattered.
Jasmine held back a smile, watching quietly in the corner as Bobby thoroughly filled his diaper. Her husband really did want to commit to their arrangement. Several weeks earlier, she had confronted Bobby about several choice items she found under their bed. Holding up multiple diapers, clearly meant for an adult's bottom, she questioned their existence in her own home. Bobby quickly turned to tears and confessed his deep seated desires to be free of the toilet, to regain the sense of freedom that came with wearing a diaper. It wasn't something she understood easily, but the thought of her husband wearing a diaper was too tantalizing to pass up. There had to be retribution for keeping a secret, and this was just that. For the next month, Bobby was to wear diapers without exception, the toilet completely off limits. Much to her chagrin, this also meant that all business, no matter what, was to be made in his pants.
