How did I get here? I do have an answer to that question; however, it is an answer that I am not even sure that I believe- and I lived the life. Usually, I keep my situation to myself and would never talk about my life to anyone else, but I am becoming stressed as I get closer to being a ‘real’ Mommy and need to vent. My situation keeps me from having a lot of friends, so I’m just going to provide a tell all and hope this helps.
I can imagine all of your thoughts now: “Eww he is gross”, “He is a pedophile”, “How did I manage to let a grown man in pink diapers get me pregnant?”; just believe me when I say that you do not understand this person. First off, it is kind of gross; but at times it can also be convenient. It really isn’t all to bad, although some days (like when I have to change a poop-filled diaper) I wouldn’t mind living a normal life. Secondly, he is in no way, shape, or form a pedophile. His desires only stem to want to dress and act like a baby and has no sexual feelings towards children. Thirdly, well I have to go a few years back to tell you that part.
As many embarrassing stories, it started with my mother. I had just finished high school and decided that I never wanted to go to college. I also decided that I really didn’t want to work either. Every day she would nag on me and threaten me. Then one day she snapped. She told me about a friend of hers at work who had an overgrown man-child that stayed in diapers and was treated like a baby. She said that if I wanted t0 act like a baby and not have any responsibilities, then I would be treated like one.
Now I never thought she would go through with her threats, but nearly a week and a half later, she brought home supplies that she had borrowed from her friend. I was then forced to wear diapers and onesies, use pacifiers and bottles, and be babysat by my younger sister. Although, I didn’t use the diapers, telling my freshman sister that I had to go to the bathroom was pretty embarrassing.
Wait I thought your boyfriend was the one in diapers?
He is but I was once in them as well, against my will.
This went on for a few weeks in private; however, during Christmas time, my embarrassment went public. Mom took us on a cruise and I was still babied.
When we arrived on the cruise, we were rooming with Mom’s friend from work and her man-child. This was the first time I met my current boyfriend. At the time he was married to my mom’s friend from work, Erin- who was also her boss.
Mom placed me in an oversized crib with him. I remember he commented on my outfit and said that “I liked to wear diapers too.” I did not like them and made sure I let him know. I was also disgusted that he did like to wear them. However, the next few days, I really got to know him. We were forced to be together 24/7, even having to go to the cruise daycare center together.
I learned that he was more than a man in a diaper. He was actually really smart and was working a job that made nearly six figures a year and his wife was making more. He graduated college and moved in with the love of his life- who coincidentally got him started wearing diapers and girl clothes. She realized that he liked it and just wanted him to be happy. It was weird to me that somebody would push for their significant other to be weird but strangely was the most romantic gesture I had ever heard.
Towards the end of the week, I convinced him to get in some trouble with me and hide from our parents and my sister, so we could have some alone time. During all of this fun time, I realized that I had developed feelings for this man and couldn’t decide if I was happy or grossed out. I decided to make a move and find out.
After we kissed, I realized that I actually liked him and he liked me. The only issue was that he was married. However, after being found out, he told his wife. She was almost relieved and said that it was becoming a struggle to be his wife and his mom, so she was happy that she could just be his mom now.
And yes, I am skipping over a lot of the details and covering a pretty long time, so if you have questions, just comment.
Anyways, somehow I found myself moving in with him and his now ex-wife because they had a more appropriate environment for us. It was at his house I learned that money could buy almost anything. He had an oversized nursery, I’m talking crib, changing table, and a wardrobe that went on for days. He had a playroom with an oversized jungle gym, baby swings, electric jeeps, a ball pit, almost anything you could imagine.
That is also where I learned what it was like to be truly babied. We went from having a high school babysitter, to being enrolled in a daycare with actual children. It was there when I was ‘potty trained’ again and upgraded from diapers to underoos. I knew that my boyfriend liked when I wore diapers, because he didn’t feel so alone, so I would occasionally wear them but I was happy to be like a normal person again, minus the ridiculous children clothes.
It was also then that I decided to go to college and applied to UNC; however, I was falling for this man and didn’t want to leave him. He suggested that we both move out there and even bought us a house near campus to live in. The only thing that needed to be done were a few renovations.
So we moved out there and saw the house. It was like an ABDL’s dream. Every part of the house screamed sissy adult baby. But it was a house so I was happy. The only thing I was nervous about was taking care of him all by myself instead of Erin doing everything. That meant I made the bottles, I fed him, I bathed him, I changed his diapers, fastened his car sear, pushed his stroller, and even carried him around. I took him shopping, changed him in public, and defended him when strangers made comments.
During this time, I made friends with the neighbors- specifically, the girl who was about to graduate from high school. I brought my boyfriend around but told them that he wasn’t a boy and that I she needed diapers for medical reasons. This was fine and dandy, until one day she found out.
She stopped talking to us and her family shunned us, but two of her friends that I met earlier stuck around and even helped out babysitting.
*Side note: Since my BF has been doing this for many many years, he actually kind of looks like a girl, minus the boobs.
**Side note 2: Since I was a trouble maker and hated school, I was suspended both my Jr and Sr year prom.
One day, I came home and found my BF, dressed in a tuxedo and had a hair cut. He actually looked like a man. He took me to the girl’s high school for prom. This was the most romantic gesture I had ever received and that night we did other romantic stuff.A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant.
He reverted back to his baby-self and said he was living like this forever, even with a baby. He did say that if it would help his child, he would potty train with them as a motivation factor as he is now incontinent due to his lack of bathroom usage over the last however many years.
Anyways, school started so I realized I was going to have to leave the baby with him many times, so we are training him to be able to take care of a child by using a realistic doll. I am stuck doing this, school, and becoming overwhelmingly emotional which I am blaming on my pregnancy. Since our two friends moved away, it really is just us. An ABDL and essentially a mother of 2.
The Mommy Wife 