Before I met my wife, back when I kept my diaper life secret I had some quite embarrassing if not downright humiliating experiences. Dating seemed to create the most chances of someone finding out about my diapers, usually at a time when I thought things were getting serious and really liked her. One Saturday around noon, I heard the door bell ring, but wasn't expecting anyone so I still had my wet diapers and rubber pants on from the night since I slept in late and just generally liked going around in my wet diapers and rubber pants. I went to the door to open it but stayed behind so no one could see what I was wearing. It turned out to be my girlfriend, Kate, who was trying to surprise me. I was horrified as soon as I recognized her. She looked so cute, had a pretty sundress that revealed her cleavage. But all I could think about how to get rid her so I could get out my soggy diapers before she noticed anything. I told her I wasn't dressed yet and could she come back in 15min. I'm 31 and she's 23 so she tells me she's seen guys naked before and has been hoping to see me naked anyway as she pushes the door back and sweeps in. I'm forced back against the wall as she turns around to look at me. Her facial expressions suddenly change from a huge smile to a look of shock as her eyes focus on the diapers and rubber pants I have on and nothing else. I try to cover my diapers with my hands but no way can I hide them from her. Before she can say anything I try to explain myself and ask her “remember how told you about wetting my bed and wearing diapers until I a senior in high school, well I should have told you the whole story. Please don't leave, just give me a chance. Let me take my diapers off and we can talk about it. She's replies quickly ”this is really weird, probably sick. I had no idea you still wore diapers. And it looks like you at least pee in them, your diapers are sagging so much. Can't believe what I'm seeing. A 30 year old man wearing baby diapers and rubber pants and nothing else. Aren't you too old for this, you must be so ashamed to have me see you in your pee filled diapers. Wow, I'm willing to hear you out, but not if you cover yourself up before. Can't wait to hear you try to explain yourself in any remotely adult way.
“Would you some coffee while I explain myself" I ask. “Sure, lets see you waddle around serving coffee to me” she said. As I pour her a cup of coffee, I invite to sit down while I try to explain myself. As I begin to sit down next to her to explain, Kate tells me “No, I won't let you sit down like an adult. I want you to stand up in front of me in those soggy diapers like a child trying to get out of his punishment for being naughty. Now, I expect you to be completely honest. Why do you still wear diapers? How long has this been going on? How often do wear them and pee in your diapers. Does anyone know about this. Do you only pee, or do make messes too? God I hope not.” “Kate, it not what it seems. I told you how I wet my bed until I was 17 and how my mother sort of babied me, diapered me every night and then unpinned my diapers in the morning, cleaned me and helped me dress for school. By then I had really come to like diapers and always had such a good night's sleep, that when I finally stopped, I never really stopped thinking about diapers, even all throughout college and grad school. My mother let me wear diapers and rubber pants when I came home for holidays and vacations so whenever I was home I would wear diapers and rubber pants at night. My mother knew of course but I think that was her way of keeping me close to her. My sisters knew how much I liked diapers and were nice about. Since I've been on my own, working and living here, I never wore diapers, didn't think much about it and hoped that I had gotten over it, because I did feel ashamed of myself for wearing diapers for so long when I didn't need to. It's just that my mom and sisters accepted it that I came to belief it was OK and nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. But you know how stressful and competitive work can be and I started to get anxious, worried about work, had a hard time sleeping, so I started to think about diapers once again. I had a box full of my old diapers and rubber pants and one day after an especially trying day at work I came home, took my clothes off and pinned the diapers on, pulled up my rubber pants and relaxed. It was as though all my troubles had disappeared, I suddenly so calm and at peace with the world. Kate" I asked, “can I please sit down now. I'm so nervous and uncomfortable. Please?” Kate tells me “Fuck no, I suspect part of you likes me to see you like this. And I want you to be totally embarrassed as you should be. Go ahead and finish." “Kate, one thing I want you to know is have never, never worn diapers when I we were together. When I got home last night, I was so excited from our night together, and so tired it was so late, that I put my diapers on for the night because I knew I would sleep in late and want to have get early to pee. I've only been up for an hour and just haven't had time to clean up."
“So, how often do you wear diapers” she asks, “every day? Weekends only? Tell me the truth. Do you always wet yourself when you wear. Do you ever get off in diapers?" I suddenly feel the urge to pee, probably because I'm so nervous and all the coffee I've had. I try to hold it, but the urge is getting stronger so I squeeze my legs together to hold it in, but Kate realizes what I doing and shouts “OMG, you have to pee don't you? You look just like me 4 year old nephew when he has to go.” Both my hands fall to my crotch to try to hold it in while I say to Kate “Please excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.” But as I start to leave she quietly tells me “You're wearing diapers and rubber pants. Go ahead as wet yourself right here in front of me. After all why in the hell do you have diapers on and not use them like they're intended. In your heart your really want to anyway, right? Go potty right now in front of me. And take your hands away so I can see you pee." I do as she tells me, take my hands off my crotch and begin to potty in my diapers in front of Kate. She leans over to have closer look at my crotch and soggy diapers and as she does, the front of little sundress dips enough that I can see her perky breasts and pink nipples and areolas, she is not wearing a bra. I feel my dick becoming erect even though I'm still peeing. “Do you like what you see? My tits and nipples? Wow I can't belief you, standing in front of me, wetting your diapers and getting turned starting at my boobies. I think you've answered my question if you get off in diapers. So to summarize, you've been wearing diapers most of you life, you wet your diapers most of the time you wear them, you may still be something of a bedwetter, you are definitely a mommies boy, you can't handle the stress of an adult like without resorting to wearing diapers often and you get yourself off in diapers, so they are a sexual thing for you as well. The one question you haven't answered yet is do you poop and make messes in your diapers and rubber pants, but with all you've said I know you do. So do you?" I look directly at Kate, hesitate just a bit and say “No I do not make messes in my diapers.” “Oh bull shit, you're lying to me. I mean why bother, after all you said and done now” she tells me. So very reluctantly I quietly confess “OK, you're right. Once in a while I do poop in my diapers. Not often. I really hate the cleanup but yeah, I do mess sometimes. Now that you know everything, please leave. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed, I just hope you at least can give my credit for telling you everything. I know you know how bad you've made me feel.” I move to the doorway to help her leave, and as I do, she says “I'm sorry for making you do this and making you feel so bad. You look awful, so uncomfortable. I want to make up for my behavior. I can't leave you without changing my baby's diapers. Give me your hand and take me to your changing room.” I take Kate to my bedroom, which, unfortunately is quite messy. Kate asks where my diapers and changing stuff is so I tell her, I don't need to wear diaper now, I just need to take these off and clean up. But Kate has her own ideas and says “no, I want to make up for being such a jerk and clean you, make sure no diaper rashes and put a nice clean, dry diaper on you. I know you're stressed and I want to make things better. Just lay down on your bed and I'll take care of the rest.” I follow her directions, lay down, while she gathers my diapers, rubber pants, wipes and baby powder, sets it all down by my side and pulls down my rubber pants, reveling my soggy, pee stained diapers for her to see. “Boy you really need a change" she says and starts to unpin my diapers. As she leans over I can see all of her beasts and nipples and feel myself starting to get excited and afraid I will have an erection. As she removes the front of my diapers, my pee-pee is erect, as are her nipples, and she tells me, “you maybe a wet messy diaper baby, but you have a man sized cock." Well we spent the rest of the day in bed satisfying every wish and fantasy each of us had.