My Wife My Mommie SeXStoRY

It was about 3 a.m. when I woke up with the discovery of being wet for the third straight night. In my confusion, I jumped out of bed in alarm, and in the process woke up my wife, who had not yet felt the wetness of the sheets. Being disturbed by the manner I got out of bed, and then feeling the wet mattress, she looked at me and YELLED, "What the hell is going on here. This is the third night in a row that you have wet the bed. What on earth is wrong with you, are you a baby or something????" I just stood there, with my head hung low, humiliated and confused. I couldn't answer her, I didn't know what to say. "Your not only ruining the mattress, but I'm not getting much sl**p with your preposterous behavior. I think that from now on you are going to wear diapers and rubber panties to bed so at least I can get some sl**p, and maybe we can save the mattress as well." Then she said, "Now get cleaned up while I change the bed, again!! We will talk more about this tomorrow." I went to the bathroom and rinsed out my pajama's and hung them to up dry and put on a clean pair. As I got back into bed, I leaned over to kiss my wife but she just turned away in disgust, not saying a word. I laid there and smiled, thinking to myself "if she only knew, I'd really be in trouble". For the last several weeks I had listened to a hypnotic tape that was suppose to make the user incontinent at night. On my way home from work I would park my car, put the seat down, lay back, and turn on the tape. As I drove the rest of the way home and on my way to work, I would listen to the subliminal tape. I was thinking that this tape was a waste of money when 1 night, 3 days ago, I woke up wet. Well my plan had started to work, or so I thought.......... I got up the next morning and got ready for work. As I started the car, I again put in the subliminal tape and went to work. I was thinking to myself that maybe I should get the 24 hour wetting tape next, but on second thought, maybe I shouldn't, its okay to wet the bed, but I don't think I would want to wet and wear diapers 24 hours a day. No.......this was just fine, I thought. I arrived home that night, and started making supper as I normally did because my wife usually came home about an hour or two after I did. I didn't really think about the events that had occurred the previous evening, just carried on normally. I heard my wife coming in the door, and as she did, she looked to see if supper was started. She entered the kitchen and walked right by me without saying a word, carrying a load of packages to the bedroom. I asked her what she had bought, but she just ignored me. I thought to myself, "Boy she is really pissed off, maybe I should stop this." She was in the bedroom for quite sometime with the door closed. I thought she was changing her cloths so I didn't say anything, but after about 30 minutes, and supper almost done, I knocked on the door to inform her that we would be eating shortly. She opened the door and I told her supper was about ready. She didn't say anything and we walked to the kitchen. It was a very 'quiet' supper. After we had finished and cleaned up the kitchen, we sat down in the f****y room to watch tv. "What on earth is happening to you?," she said. "You can't be wetting the bed constantly every night. I talked with a couple of the doctors today and they said you should get a check up see what may be wrong. In the mean time, I bought you some diapers and 'baby', I mean, incontinent pants to wear at night." She seemed almost understanding, compassionate, caring. It was like a 180 degree turn from before. I could not believe my ears. I didn't even think much about the 'baby' comment in her statement. I modestly told her that I would wear them, "at least until we could get the problem corrected." We watched television and went about the evening in an almost normal manner. When it was time for bed, I proceeded to go to the bedroom to get undressed and then went into the bathroom to get cleaned up and finish getting ready for bed. When I returned to the bedroom, I was meet with another surprise. My wife was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me with a thick cloth diaper laid out next to her. She told me to lay down and 'she' would get me ready for bed. I knew that I needed (and wanted) to be diapered, but I had to put up a little protest. I asked her if we couldn't wait one more night and see what would happen. She told me that I had already agreed to wear them, and no one was going to know except her, and she wasn't about to tell anyone. "And besides" she said, "If you do wet, at least I won't float away and we won't ruin the mattress more than it already is." I reluctantly laid down on the 'thick' pieces of cloth which had been laid out for me. It was hard to look and act as though this was something I really didn't want, but I managed to act like this was a medical problem, and not my personal wish. She rubbed baby oil all over me and then sprinkled a liberal amount baby powder all over. She told me to lift my bottom so she could powder my p*o-p*o. "We wouldn't want you to get a diaper rash, would we?, " she said smiling. "Open your legs real wide so we can get your little 'wee-wee' allllllllllllllll tucked into your diapers, and your diapers alllllllllllllllllll tucked into your 'widdle' 'wubber' panties." "We wouldn't want you to leak now, would we?," she said as she pulled the thick diapers between my legs. It felt strange, yet wonderful. When she pined the diapers snugly around my thighs, she did it with 'pink' diaper pins, explaining that they were the only color they had, and that we could not use conventional safety pins because they may open up and hurt my soft 'baby' skin." She wasn't nasty or anything, but I couldn't help but notice the little connotations, 'wee-wee, p*o-p*o, 'widdle', 'wubber', 'baby' skin. It was exciting, yet scary, like she knew something, but at this time I didn't put two and two together. Maybe I didn't want to, I was in heaven. She then produced a pair of 'Gerber' plastic panties that looked exactly like baby pants, except that they were in an adult size. When she finish and made sure that my diapers were all tucked in, she helped me up and pulled the covers down from the bed. There was a 'pink' rubber sheet, on my side of the bed, again, 'the only color they had'. I could hardly move with all the bulk between my legs. When I did move, you could hear the rustle of the plastic panties. I pulled up my pajama's but with the bulk of the diapers, I feared that I would rip them. She suggested that I just wear my T-shirt and the diapers to bed, saying "Lots of babies where just a T-Shirt and diapers to bed. We will have to get you some more appropriate pajamas if the is going to continue." She then 'tucked' me into bed, bending over and kissing me tenderly on my forehead, saying "sl**p tight my little one. I'll make an appointment for you at the doctor tomorrow. I couldn't get over her change of attitude and the congenial way she was treating me. I told her I would call the doctor, but she insisted that 'she' would make the appointment. The next morning I got up and was not disappointed. I was soaking wet and yet had one of the most enjoyable nights of sl**p that I could remember. My wife rolled over and asked me if I was wet. I meekly told her 'yes' and was told to put my wet diapers in the diaper pail that was in the bathroom. "Diaper Pail!!!???", I said. "Well where else would you put wet diapers?" she said very matter of fact. I could not argue and when I went to the bathroom there was a large 'pink' diaper pail with little lambs on the sides. I thought to myself, "I bet this was the only color they had" and smiled. I rinsed out my diapers and put them in the pail and after rinsing out my plastic panties, hung them up to dry. I finished getting ready for work and listened to the subliminal tape on my way. About half way through the day I received a phone call from my wife telling me that I had an appointment with a Dr. More at 4:30 and she gave me the address. "Please don't be late as 'she' is doing me a favor by getting you in this fast," she said. "SHE"----"Dr. More is a female?" I said. "Don't worry, you have nothing she hasn't seen before", she said. I was a little apprehensive to say the least. I had never seen a female doctor before, yet alone for this type of thing. What was I going to tell her. Would she know that there really wasn't a problem? I guess I'll just have to go along with play the role and hope for the best. It was to late to turn around now, I was in to deep, and besides, did I really want too?? I arrived at the doctors office right on time, only to be meet with still another surprise. (to be continued)Tami had been using a hypnotic tape for several weeks in order for her to become incontinent at night. S/He did start wetting the bed to the displeasure of her wife. Tami's wife made an appointment for him with a doctor of her choice to see what was the problem really entailed. Tami is now arriving at the doctor office only to find himself in another predicament. Is it now to late for her to turn around and forget the entire thing? Does she really want to stop this ball from rolling? Tami arrived at the address his wife given her and found herself in a high rise medical building. S/he entered the lobby and went to the directory. It was listed by classification and by individual doctors. S/he looked under urologists but could not find a Dr. More. S/he then looked for Dr. More and saw "Dr. R. More, Room-1234". S/he took the elevator to the 12th floor and found the correct room, but was shocked to see what was on the door.... "Dr. Regina More" "c***d Physiologist" & "Infant Behavior Specialist" Her heart was pounding as S/he opened the door. S/he wanted to run and forget the whole issue, but knew s/he would now have to face whatever was in store for her or forget her fantasy forever, with perhaps, even worst fate. If s/he didn't go in, s/he would have to face her wife, and yet, the unknown on the other side of the door was almost enough for he/r to run, but s/he didn't and walked in.