Down in bed with a bad cold.

The past couple of days I have had my yearly head cold. Yesterday I did not want to get out of bed and spread my cold to the others in my home. I fired up the fireplace and kicked on the T.V. crawled back into bed.

About an hour later Natasha my neighbor came over to say hello and check on me. While she put her hand on my forehead she also pulled my covers down on the bed.

Poor baby, she said looking at me in my night time diapers and onesie. Natty as she calls herself, is going to make our little man more comfortable.

Natasha gave me a good old fashioned diaper change in bed.

Thank You, Lord, for head cold remedies and girls named Natasha that change a mean diaper.

In Thanks, I promised her that my ears would soon be in contact with her inner thighs. Only after I recover breathing through my nose again.

Take a good dose castor oil and you will become happy again.

I have heard directly from friends here with helpful suggestions on my cold. Remember that not all interactions are in here in Zity Biz discussions, some are elsewhere.

It's been awhile since I had a cold or anything else that caused me to stay in bed all day. Parading around in my diapers and rubber pants at home with my fiance is too much fun to want to stay in bed, even if I had a bit of a cold. But I do remember times when I was a teen and still living at home and mom would let me stay in my diapers and rubber pants all day, instead of just at night. She would check my diapers off and on during the day to see if I needed to be changed. She would remind me to drink lots of fluids which I did, hoping I would she would change my diapers several times during the day. I always felt so special when mom would stick her fingers between my legs to see if I needed to be changed and take me by my hand to my room where she spread the changing pad on my bed, helped me with my clothes, and pull down my rubber pants. After laying down on the pad, mom unpinned my diapers, cleaned me with baby wipes, puts some vasoline on my but hole and took my temperature rectally. By the time she pulled out the thermometer, my pee-pee was hard and mom would tell me to calm down as she pulled a fresh diaper over me and pinned it.

My fiancee reminded me of this story I told her yesterday when she changed my diapers, but before she pinned the fresh diaper on, she put her hand around my pee-pee stroking it up and down while I unbutton her blouse, lift her bra and put her nipple in my mouth and suck in rhythm to her stoking my pee-pee. Just before we were both about to cum, she whispered in my ear "this is what you fantasized when you were 16 and still living at home, isn't it sweetie."

When I have a bad cold or just sick my incontinence is much worse my wife is somewhat a care giver.