My girlfriend knew I wore diapers and rubber pants before she moved in with me and told me she had no problems if I wore diapers. But after a few months she started complaining that I didn't change my diapers as often as I should, or didn't put my diapers on properly because I had too many leaks, my pants would get wet, or I left potty marks on the chairs and couch, or our bed would be wet in the mornings because my diapers had leaked. There were also times when I just didn't want to take time out to pin my diapers on and instead would get busy doing something, forget I didn't have diapers on and wet my pants. This often happened when we went out shopping and I didn't have my diapers on, forgot and wet my pants in the store, causing her to become embarrassed when someone noticed my wet pants. So after a few months, she sat me down and we had a talk. She told me if I wanted to continue to wear diapers and not use our potty, and wanted her to stay with me, I had to let her be in charge of all my diapering and I was not allowed to pin my diapers on myself, or change myself. And was no longer allowed to go without being fully diapered, regardless of whether we were home or out doing stuff like shopping, dining, movies and the like. No this was OK with me since I loved wearing diapers and rubber pants, going potty in them and going out diapered, but I did feel a little apprehensive about the loss of freedom not being able to decide for myself if I wore a diaper or not. I was especially concerned when she told me while I could go potty in my diapers anytime I felt like it, I was not allowed to use our toilet to potty because that meant she would have to help me unpin my diapers and it was more convenient for her to just wait until I needed to be changed. Plus she told me I would not be able to mess in my diapers anymore, except when she gave her permission and that would not be very often because my poopy diapers were disgusting.
I agreed to her demands since for the most part it was what I had always wanted anyway ever since my mother stopped diapering me when I was 17. And of course our sexual life was so much better with her in control of everything. She often liked to have fun when she diapered me, lots of wiping my pee-pee, sticking her finger in my bottom, cleaning my balls, and letting me suck on her nipples after she changed me. So one day, she told me she had to go out of town for her job, would be gone for two days and nights and was worried that I would not be responsible enough about my diapers, was afraid of leaks, or I wouldn't take care of myself and get diaper rashes. And she knew I'd poop my diapers when she was gone, didn't trust me not to make messes since she knew how much I liked to mess my diapers and was too lazy to use the potty. I tried to assure her I would always keep my diapers on, would be careful about pinning them on correctly and follow all her rules but she didn't believe me. So she told me she had arranged for one of her friends to stay with me while she was gone. I was somewhat shocked, and said “you hired a babysitter for me. I don't need a babysitter, I'm too old for that.” Well that didn't work and the following day as my wife was about to leave for the airport, her friend arrived. Her name is Kathy, we'd never met, and I was fairly embarrassed to say the least. My wife introduced us and told Kathy the following: “Kathy, thanks so much for helping out. I know what a surprise it was when I told you about my boyfriend and his diaper thing. Like you, I'd never heard of such a thing before I met him, but he's a wonderful guy, fun to be with. But he's a little irresponsible when it comes to his bathroom habits. He has to wear diapers all the time, because he gets too involved with stuff, on his computer all the time, and forgets to go to the bathroom and wets his pants like a kid. And he wets our bed all the time, he's too lazy to get up to pee, or sleeps too soundly. I think I told you about how he had to wear diapers until he was almost 18 because he wet his bed. You may not believe it but his mother pinned his diapers on every night and got him up every morning to take his diapers off and clean him up. Since I moved in with him I've been doing the same thing. He's really sweet about it, and I'm sure you find how easy it is too change his diapers when they're wet. Its not like changing a wiggly baby. He's always helpful when I change him. Now, he does sometimes get a little excited down there if you know what I mean. His mother told me the same thing happened when she used to change him. But you know boys, they just can't help themselves. If it won't go down on its own, I don't mind at all if you help him along. He really likes when I do it for him and he's so nice and loving after. The two of you come with me and I'll show Kathy where all your diaper supplies are.” The three of us walk to our bedroom and shew shows Kathy where all my diapers, rubber pants, diaper pins, baby powder and wipes and ointment are stored and goes on to say “Kathy, you can change him here on our bed. Just make sure you put his changing pad on the bed first. I'm sure you've never seen a man in diapers before, not to mention change a grown man's diapers or pinned diapers on a guy. I suspect my little guy is pretty wet right now, aren't you sweetie? So how about you take your pants off for us, lay down on the changing pad so I can show Kathy what to do for my little boy. Thanks sweetie. Kathy, here's what you need to do. Just pull down his rubber pants, take all four diaper pins out, and open the front of his diapers. See how wet he is? You need to wipe all around that adorable little pee-pee of his, wash his ball sack, have him lift his legs and then wipe down all of his bottom, including his butt hole just like this. After that's done, check all his boy parts carefully and if you see any redness, apply his diaper rash ointment. Kathy, look how big his pee-pee got when I cleaned him. It's so cute. Honey, would like mommy to help you?" Well now I was totally embarrassed, but more excited than I'd ever been with my wife jerking me off while Kathy watched. Wow, I now I was looking forward to having a babysitter. Once I climaxed, my girlfriend tells Kathy “so that was pretty exciting. Now that that's done, you will need to wipe him again to get all his cummies off, have him lift his bottom and put his fresh diapers on. Make sure you include a nice thick soaker so you don't have to change him so often. Use two pins on each side to make the diapers tight around his waist and legs, and then pull up his rubber pants like this, making sure no part of his diapers are exposed. There now, stand up honey so Kathy can see what you look like nicely diapered.”
So I do feeling totally embarrassed, but aroused at the same time. As I put my trousers back on, my GF tells Kathy, “I really have to leave now. I'm sure everything will be just fine, but any questions, just call me. Just a few rules you need to be aware of. He must be diapered all the time. No going around without his diapers on. He's not to use the toilet except to poop. He is not allowed to mess in his diapers, he has to use the bathroom unless he asks you first and you allow him to mess in his diapers. I can't imagine you will, but its entirely up to you.” At that point Kathy looks surprised and asks “you mean he poops in his diapers too. Wow, that must really be disgusting. Do you clean him up when he does that." My girlfriend admits she does but only lets me do that once or twice a month because she knows how much I like too. And she winks at Kathy and says “but he gets really sweet when I let him, so cute and cuddly, I just can't help myself letting him have his fun once in a while.” With that, as she walks out the door, she tells Kathy “Thank you so much for helping out. Just be sure he's always diapered, even if the two of you go out to eat, or shop or whatever. Always take his diaper bag because you never know with boys like him. He can show you where to find his diaper bag. And don't worry about changing him in public. He's used to it. Come here honey and give mommy a big hug and kiss, and be good to Kathy.” As she drives away, Kathy looks at me, pats my diapered bottom and says “Show me how nice you can be to Kathy and maybe you might get lucky and I'll let you mess in your diapers tomorrow or the next day."