The Diapered Wife Pt. 03

I slept in a nightie that night, one of moms old ones and I must had masturbated at least four times, maybe five but I never touched myself. I just rubbed my dick through the ultra thick diaper. I was a bit mortified when I asked mom to take the chastity cage off me during my diaper change before bed but I really needed some release. Mom seemed to understand without saying a word.

The next morning I was wet again and mom took my diaper off but before letting me up to shower and go to the potty for number two, she snapped the chastity cage back on me.

I came out of the shower like I did any other day ready to have mom put me in another diaper but this time she said, "No sweetie, a girl always wears her towel up over her chest."

Since I had by my own admission practically confessed to wanting to being moms daughter and she had agreed, I knew something like this was coming but it still took me by surprise. I unwrapped the towel and wrapped it up around my chest like I was a girl.

"Thats a good girl, now lay on the bed so I can get you in a diaper sweetie pie." mom said. Clearly she enjoyed pretending I was a girl as much as I did.

I took my usual position on the bed laying on my back and mom proceeded to diaper me for the day. After I was diapered I got dressed with the clothes mom had selected for me. She had actually hidden the outfit under my bedspread and when I was diapered she pulled off the covers revealing the garments.

This time the dress was pure white and would come down to about my ankles and had fairly full skirts, even a few underskirts that mom called crinoline. The bra mom gave me was at least a full C cup and included built in silicone breasts. And the shoes were also pure white and of a style mom called Mary Janes that looked almost like little girls shoes.

"Mom, this looks like a wedding gown." I exclaimed as I looked at the marvelous thing laid out on my bed just waiting for me to put it on.

"Really?" I hadn't noticed mom said sarcastically but in a humorous way.

"Here, I need to help you put these on." mom said and then showed me how to roll on nylon stockings which she then attached to a garter belt/girdle that went over my diaper. This was followed by a rather voluptuous nearly floor length underslip and the crinolines.

Lastly came the dress itself. It was sheer heaven and the way I felt as mom helped me pull the wonderful thing over my head was... well it was... words just can't explain it. I felt like a child, like a little girl getting dressed by her mom even though I was all grown up.

Once dressed and properly diapered, I was made to wait in the living room as mom said Jim was picking me up in front of the house. I was nervous as hell. It had been only a couple days since I was just a boy bedwetter and now having become both moms daughter and a housemaid for my neighbor who fucked me in my ass not to mention took pleasure in seeing me in a dress and a diaper.

Jim showed up but he didn't just walk over, no he drove a limo.

He walked in and immediately fell to his knee and held out a huge diamond engagement ring and asked, "Missy my sweetheart, will you end my suffering and be my wife?"

I was in total shock. I had thought this was just another costume for our maid play and sex games and here he was actually proposing to me.

I looked over at my mom standing a few feet away by the stairs holding her iPhone and recording the whole thing. "Well go ahead dear, he won't wait forever." mom said.

I have no idea whatsoever what words I could write to convey what I felt. My dick kept trying to get hard in my diaper but was unable to because of the chastity cage and my heart was pounding. I was full of shame and pride, lust and disgust. I wanted him to be my husband but I was afraid.

Once again mom prompted me by saying, "Go on dear."

I looked down and without thinking I held out my left hand and he placed the engagement ring on my ring finger.

"Excellent, now we need to get going, the appointment is in ninety minutes, we don't want to be late for missy's big day now do we?" mom prompted the both of us, Jim and myself.

I was in a haze as I was escorted to the waiting limo by Jim who treated me like the poster child of a lady. He held the limo door open for me and after quite a bit of fussing with the huge and cumbersome skirts of my wedding dress, managed to get me seated in the car.

Mom got in the other side.

Curious note; I could just make out a knowing glance that mom and Jim shared with each other just before mom got in the limo and I was sure I was not supposed to see it.

And suddenly it all made sense. How in just two days I had become so taken with Jim, how I was easily put in a dress and how I had easily submitted to doing house work and allowed another man to both diaper me and fuck me in my mouth and ass.

Mom had planned this with Jim. Not three days ago I was a shy kid who had to wear a diaper and had no friends and now I was about to get married to a man.

Mom took her seat next to me and Jim drove the limo.

"Mom, can I ask you one question?" I asked. Yes, I know that asking if I could ask one question was in fact one question. Deal with it.

"What is it dear?" mom asked seemingly uninterested.

"Did you plan all this with Jim before I went to work at his house the other day?" I asked.

"Why does it matter sweetheart? Aren't you happy? Would you rather be stuck inside forever with no friends, diapered and shunned or do you prefer to be married to a man who loves you for who you are... even the diapers?" mom asked, again seemingly disinterested.

"I'm not saying anything like that, I just wanted to know, did you plan this?" I asked again.

"All right if you must know I did plan this when I saw Jim peeking through the upstairs window into your bedroom and watching you get your diaper changed and I knew he was lustful of you. So I arranged to have you work for him." mom explained.

"But how did you know I would let a man change my diaper, or be willing, let alone like, wearing a dress and how did you know I would let him make love to me?" I asked astonished not just about what she had done but that I had guessed right.

"Honey, you're my baby and I always knew what was in your heart even if you didn't. Now stop worrying about trivial things. You're getting married at the courthouse today. Concentrate on that." mom explained as if it were nothing.

I know it was just wrong but I really wanted to play with my dick right then but it was still locked up tight.

We pulled up to the courthouse and went inside.

Gay weddings were legal but not normal or common but no one gave me a second look. We went before and administrative judge and the wedding was over before it had begun. Actually it was a bit of a let down.

We were back in the limo less than an hour after arriving but I wasn't driven home but instead to a hotel.

Now to end this little story I want to say it has been fun telling you how I became a diapered wife but I think I will keep the details of my special night when Jim and I consumated our union to myself.

No need to tell you dear readers how I was bound and gagged still in my wedding dress and fucked so hard that I thought we were in an earthquake. How he put his entire hand up inside what was now my boy pussy making me scream and beg for mercy through my gag.

No, you readers don't need to know anything about how Jim called mom on his cell phone and let her listen to my screaming and howling as he tore my ass up. Yeah, I won't tell you about that at all.

Nope, I'm not gonna tell you how in the morning I was left tied up on the bed with my diapered ass exposed while room service delivered our breakfast. You wouldn't believe it anyway.

You might actually believe it if I told you that Jim took me out the following night to the gardens behind the hotel and fucked me under the stars but that's only because passers by took pics of me that night.

I will just tell you that I ended up a happy housewife with more than enough cock to keep me happy. I had a husband that not only didn't care if I needed to wear a diaper but delighted in it.

The end.