It was at his house I learned that money could buy almost anything. 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.Īnd yes, I am skipping over a lot of the details and covering a pretty long time, so if you have questions, just comment.Īnyways, somehow I found myself moving in with him and his now ex-wife because they had a more appropriate environment for us. However, after being found out, he told his wife. I decided to make a move and find out.Īfter we kissed, I realized that I actually liked him and he liked me. 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. 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. 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. She realized that he liked it and just wanted him to be happy. He graduated college and moved in with the love of his life- who coincidentally got him started wearing diapers and girl clothes. ![]() He was actually really smart and was working a job that made nearly six figures a year and his wife was making more. I learned that he was more than a man in a diaper. We were forced to be together 24/7, even having to go to the cruise daycare center together. However, the next few days, I really got to know him. I was also disgusted that he did like to wear them. 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. Mom placed me in an oversized crib with him. At the time he was married to my mom’s friend from work, Erin- who was also her boss. This was the first time I met my current boyfriend. When we arrived on the cruise, we were rooming with Mom’s friend from work and her man-child. Mom took us on a cruise and I was still babied. This went on for a few weeks in private however, during Christmas time, my embarrassment went public. He is but I was once in them as well, against my will. Wait I thought your boyfriend was the one in diapers? Although, I didn’t use the diapers, telling my freshman sister that I had to go to the bathroom was pretty embarrassing. I was then forced to wear diapers and onesies, use pacifiers and bottles, and be babysat by my younger sister. 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. She said that if I wanted t0 act like a baby and not have any responsibilities, then I would be treated like one. 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. ![]() Every day she would nag on me and threaten me. I also decided that I really didn’t want to work either. I had just finished high school and decided that I never wanted to go to college. Thirdly, well I have to go a few years back to tell you that part.Īs many embarrassing stories, it started with my mother. ![]() His desires only stem to want to dress and act like a baby and has no sexual feelings towards children. Secondly, he is in no way, shape, or form a pedophile. 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. First off, it is kind of gross but at times it can also be convenient. 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. My situation keeps me from having a lot of friends, so I’m just going to provide a tell all and hope this helps. 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. 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.
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