Husband And Wife -- (Author) archerstaley

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Author: archerstaley
Timestamp: Dec 16, 2019 at 7:01 AM
Content: Husband and Wife.
All of our stories are true. But nearly non are chronological. Lol.

Movie Night Part 1
We dropped the kids off and headed back to the house. It was going to be a great movie. Winnie the Poo on live action? This was wonderful. With such a long movie, the drive there, and the drive home, we were going to need extra protection.
My wife got the bed. Still in her dress from work, she decided this would be fine and easiest. I helped her get her knee length flowing summer style dress skirt up and saw exactly what I expected.
“You are pretty full there babe? When did you last change? You are going to get a rash you know.”

“Stop pestering me babe and let’s get changed. I was in a rush to get out of work and get home so I didn’t change.”

“Well luckily, you didn’t leak but I think we both need covers tonight. I will grab them and get you changed. Do you want a Safari or a Cuddlz?”

“Let me get the safari. Let’s put two inserts in. The movie is going to be long and I don’t want to have to worry about any of that.”

“Sure my love. Ok. Feet up and legs back.”

Even though she is a woman with two kids she is still stunning. Her gorgeous shape and legs running up to a full butt make diapering easy. She has a natural shape for it. I grab the safari and stuff it with two inserts. I tighten it down on her and grab the Ecoable diaper cover. I get it on her and snapped up and she stands up. You can hear just a bit of crinkle as she moves around.

“Feels good. Think you got another perfect change my love.”

Kissing me on the cheek she motions for my turn. I am not going to wear my work clothes to the movies so I opt for her to grab me a pair of jeans. She diapers me up the same and I slip on by Lee’s. There is a bit of butt blush’s but no one has ever really noticed.

“I think all the working out this year and made me fill the seat out a bit more. These jeans seem more snug.”

She pats me on the bottom and tells me they look great and we need to get going. I grab the keys and slip on some tennis shoes as we shuffle out the door.

I can see she is waddling a bit. I can hear the slight rustling from under her dress and I open the door to climb in she stands at the door for a min.

“Everything ok babe?”

“Yes. Give me a sec. I drank a lot on my way home and it’s hitting me now.”

I can tell she is going as she always gets a little flushed as she pees. I look up at her and tell her not to worry.

“I built these to last. Everything will be fine. Hop in and if you go, you go. Who cares. These are good for a solid 8 hours.”

She smiles and clombs in. I feel my diaper grow with warmth before we park. My condition has made it impossible to hold anything. She doesn’t care and loves being with me in this adventure.

“I’m going to grab a couple big drinks. We have the option with these diapers. I will get you your cream soda. Grab us a popcorn”

I wait for the popcorn as she fills the huge 64 ounce cups. We make our way to the theater and sit and wait. My diaper swells again with warmth as I feel a small wetting release.

“How are you doing? Have you wet again?”

“No. But I’m sure I will need to soon. I know I am glad we have the covers. I ate a huge BBQ meal at work for a lunch thing. My stomach is already flipping. But I should be good for the movie.”

“Nothing should smell anyways. We take those tablets for that. I know that I will never make it home before that happens.”

She kisses me on the cheek again as the lights dim. The previews are just about through when she takes my hand. I look over as she watches the screen. I sigh her sigh and relax. She is peeing. That’s age tell tale sign. That deep sigh, followed by her shoulders relaxing, then a small shy smile. She looks at me and realizes I am watching her. She waves me off.

“Stop it. I know you can tell but it’s strange when I just finish peeing myself and look over to see you staring like that.”

“Well don’t make it so obvious. Will you need a change before the movie?”

“No. You said these will last a long time.”

“They will, but flooding them every 30 min is going to fill them quick.”

She waves me off again and sits back while taking my hand. The movie moves on and we are nearing the end. I lean over to whisper.

“I’m going to need a change bad. This thing is completely full. All that soda just sprinted through me.”

“She doesn’t respond so I look over. She is very attentive and sitting up in her seat. She is fidgeting a bit and she seems a slight be clammy on her cheeks. He pale skin makes her glistening and sweating very obvious in the movie light.

“Are you ok love?”

“What? Oh. Yes. Wait. I don’t know. Actually no. How much of this is left. If it’s going to be a bit, I might not make it.”

Checking my watch, I can see that it’s almost finished. I watch her in slow motion for a few seconds. The bead of sweat dripping from the sideburns of hair. Her leg bouncing and Her exaggerated posture. The movie ends and credits start to role.

“Ok. Let’s get home. I don’t want this to happen in front of all these people.”

I grab her hand and we make out route to the parking garage. She is clenching my hand a bit and starts to pick up her pace. Just as we hit the mall doors for the parking lot I hear her stomach gurgle.

“Oooh. I’m hurting a little. I have a confession. I have been so constipated. I haven’t gone in almost five days. I have taken laxatives for two days. I think everything hitting me at once.”

I grab her hand and pull her between a couple trucks. She grabs me into a hug and I wrap my arms around her just as she gives in. At first there is a small grunt as she leans into me hard. I can tell she need some help. She is stopped up so bad. Nothing is happening and she is almost in tears.

“I want it out so bad. It’s not coming yet. Let’s get home so I can take some meds.”

The drive is solemn. She rotated between holding a stomach gurgling so loud it sounds like a tiger, to, sweating and breathing short breaths. We pull in the driveway and I help her from the car. I get her inside and check her diaper. I thing major yet. It’s just wet but not nearly as wet as mine. I get myself a change into my nighttime diaper and help her get her dress off and I to bed. She looks so adorable in her diaper covered diaper and tshirt. I grab some magnesium from the cupboard and give it to her to drink. Also some meds for her stomach pressure.

“Thank you love. I am already starting to feel a little better. I would really like to get it all out though.”

“We will. Some of those meds will make you go. You are going to get it out don’t worry. They aren’t traditional laxatives.”

She lays down as the sleeping meds and gas meds kick in.

The next morning I wake up early to walk the dog. She can sleep a couple more hours but she I go to get up I stir her a bit. Just then her eyes open real wide.

“Oh my god babe! I have to go right-“

The words don’t make it out of her mouth. She stands at the side of the bed as five days worth of poop finds it’s way out of her. She stands there for what seems like ages. I hear the mess filling her diaper. As she holds her stomach, she is clinching over and over as the waves hit her. I watch and stand up to take her into a hug. She leans in and her body shifts as she clenches. It keeps pooping out of her until she looks up.

“I think that’s the most of it. Wow. I am so glad we got that out. I feel like I gave birth again it’s so much lighter.”

I grab her and kiss her as I slowly lay her on the bed. I pull up the skirt and get her all cleaned up and ready for bed. Her pajamas are just a camisole tank top, which I find so sexy given how fills her breast are right now from the baby, and her diaper and cover.

I stare at her breasts as we get into bed. She leans over to me.

“You know I’ve already pumped out 2 liters today. You seem to be eyeballing them pretty hard. Are you looking for a bedtime snack?

I give her that knowing accepting look. She pulls me in close and…..

To be continued..

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Author: archerstaley
Timestamp: Jan 1, 2020 at 4:43 PM
Content: Holiday Travel Home 2014
Christmas is always a busy time for just about everyone. Days and nights full of family and friends. But it all has to come to an end eventually. So we pack up the bags and get ready for the long trip home. It is a four hour drive to the airport and then a 5 hour flight. That’s a lot to plan for.

“How many extra diapers are you packing”

My wife looks at me as she holds up the stack. She is standing there in just a tank top and diaper. Her clothes tossed on the bed to wear for the day.
“I’ll probably pack 4. I know I will need at least 2. If there is a mess I want to have an extra for that. And if there is an issue I want just one more to be safe.” I respond while just finishing taping up.

She grabs 4 as well and sticks all 8 in the carryon bag. We won’t bring all 8 on the flight. We will have to change before security for sure. Always a pain. Luckily we have precheck now. No more long lines or hassles about our diapers.

She pulls her leggings up over her diaper and does a quick check before asking me.

“Does it show too much?”

I turn around to give her some attention.

“Looks great as always babe. You will have the long tank top on anyways. No one will notice anything.

I get my pants on and there is a little bulge up front but nothing noticeable. I get the bags to the car and we say our goodbyes. The tea tap was nice and comfy and I chose to take the first leg of the drive. After stopping at the local gas station and grabbing gas and coffee we are off.

My two hours are smooth and I decide we can stop for gas and swap. She has been sleeping and stirs awake.

“Already? Wow. I slept hard.” She climbs out of the car and does a few hand checks of her diaper to see how wet she might be.

“Are you good?”

I was already filling the car but she was looking down and kind of motioned to the much larger bulge in the front of my pants.

“I’m good don’t worry. I have a booster in there and will be good to change at the airport.”

She takes the driver seat and I wrap up filling the car and I can see as she walks by she is sagging just a little in her yoga pants.

“Are you good babe? Your sagging a bit.”

She turns to look at herself.

“I’m fine. Just a little concentrated right there. I adjusted it and now that I’m driving it will be different.”

She hops in the driver seat and adjusts the seat. I get in and slightly lay back. You can clearly see the bulge in my pants. I’m not worried. People just don’t care and I’ll get changed for the flights. Then it will go away.
About an hour into her drive we start getting close to the airport. Traffic is starting to get bad. She looks over at me and I know she can see the little bit of stress on my face. “Everything ok?” She is staring at me and I know she sees right through my lie.

“I’m fine.” I look back at her and now she has the look on her face.

“Ok. I’m not fine. My stomach has been hurting for half an hour and I don’t think I’ll make it if we slow down anymore.”

She takes my hand and calmly rubs it.

“Honey if you can’t make it it’s ok. We will stop and change before we return the car. Don’t make yourself sick. You look like someone is stabbing you.” I squeeze her hand a bit and give her a smile. She is so amazing and I appreciate her.

I make it about another 25 min before I give in. She watches me shift a bit and the gurgle sound is a dead give away as I make a little grunt noise to get it all out. Spamming at the stomach and in pushing I fill my diaper and sit back down.

“There. See. You just feel better. When we get off at the airport we’ll make a loop through the parking garage and find a quiet spot to get you changed.”

The rest of the ride was slow but uneventful. As we pulled into the parking garage we make our way to one of the higher floors where there were few cars. Heading to the other end, she find a spot and gets out. I head to the back and lay down in the back of the suv. As she turns to bend and get the bag I notice two wet spots on her yoga pants.

“You leaked my love. You starting to get moons.” I chuckle and she runs her hand down the back of her pants.

“Damn. Thought it would hold up. Well I guess I will need a change too then.”

She grabs all the supplies and gets me cleaned up.

“Two boosters please. The bigger ones. I don’t want to have to change on the plane.”

She grabs them both and pulls the sticky strip off. “If you say so.” She is smiling as she says it.

After I’m all fixed up I decide to change into a different pair of pants. One because the shorts I was wearing were not conducive to the bulk of the diaper and two because we are going from a warm to cold climate.

I get her later down and changed. She grabs a different pair of black yoga pants out. These have the padding in the back to the front for different exercise. They make a diaper pretty much disappear.

“Ok. We are set. Let’s get this car back and get to our gate.”

She gets back in the car and we get the car returned. As she climbs out I see the seat has just a little bit of a stain.

“Hey sir. We ended up spilling some juice on the driver seat.”

He looked at me and then at the seat and told me not to worry about it.

Grabbing our bags I head to the check bag line. We checked in online and didn’t need to wait for boarding passes.

Everything went quick enough. She begs me to stop at one of those chocolate stores and I agree if we can also get a coffee. We get to the gate and have a seat. Only having to wait 39 min means we did good in planning for time. Sitting in the seat I see her squirm a bit.

“Is everything alright babe”

She looks up from her phone and leans in to speak quietly.

“Yes sorry it’s just that I don’t wear boosters much. And this one is rubbing up against me a lot. It keeps hitting a spot every time I move.”

I chuckled at her predicament and we changed the subject to take it off her mind. They call for first class and we make out way to the gate. I take the last sip at the bottom of my coffee and toss it in the trash. She throws her trash away and we head down the jetway.

“That was a lot to drink in the last couple hours. Are you going to make it through the flight?” She is whispering as we take our seat.

“I’ll be fine. Two boosters that hold as much as they do means I’m set. You are going to be the one that needs to change. I don’t know why you ate all the chocolate and then had a mocha. You know what it’s going to be like for you.” I am chuckling. Luckily we both opted for the plastic rubber pants for the flight. It basically hides everything from sight, smell, and sound.

She blushes. “I’ll be fine. And don’t worry, I won’t make you change me on a plane if it comes to it.” She laughs and I laugh as again too.

We take our seats and she pulls out the iPad so we can watch the series we have been catching together. We take off and she is asleep before the seatbelt light is even turned off. I start to dose off reading a book, but the attendant comes and asks if I would like anything to drink. I get myself a coffee and water and a water for her as well.

About halfway through the flight she starts to stir.

“How long was I asleep?”

“About two hours.” I chuckle.

“Oh. Thanks for the water.” She quickly grabs it and guzzles it down.

“How are you holding up?” I look over.

“I’m fine. Don’t even feel wet yet. I’m going to be good probably even for the Uber ride from the airport.”

She finishes her water and pulls out her phone. “I don’t think I will make it that long. I feel pretty wet. All those drinks on the way to the airport and I’m soaked. I am going to actually go change.”

She grabs her hand bag and makes her way the bathroom. I can see the sagging past her tank top. She is in and out fast and when she comes back she seems agitated.

“Everything ok?”

She huffs a bit. “Yes and no and no. I was able to get changed but no, because these boosters play with me and I am going to need some attention later. Also no because I need to go and couldn’t get used to go. I thought the chocolate would help. Damn I hate this IBS stuff.”

I give her a half hug with one arm and pull her in. She seems to snuggle in and relax a bit.

“Don’t worry babe. We will get you taken care of in all needs when we get home.”

The rest of the ride was good. We cuddled up until we landed and made our way to baggage claim. I see my bag and grab it. Then we wait. And wait. And wait. No bag. Her bag is missing. She looks disgruntled as we make our way to the lost bags office. The line is long.

“They messed up all bags from Phoenix” an attendant was explaining to everyone as we walked up. “One of the carts didn’t get loaded. Sorry folks.” They were at least efficient about it and had four people checking tags. It still moved slow though. We had been in line for about 45 min when my wife took my hand. I had been on my phone and not really paying attention. I looked at her and could immediately tell she needed to go. I lean in and whisper to her. “You should go to the bathroom. You don’t want to make a mess her with all these people around do you?” She looks up at me and smiles. That’s exactly what she is going to do. “I said you wouldn’t have to change me on the plane. I didn’t say anything about once we got off of it.” And with that she leaned in and pulled my arm across her chest. Holding my upper arm with one hand and the lower with the other, I watched as she let go. No sound or anything. A small tiny grunt which she played off with a cough and clearing her throat. She was filling her pants right now. In line holding on to me. You couldn’t see anything at first but after we left with our claim receipt, her walk was definitely a waddle.

“You are pretty full there little girl” I’m grinning as she turns and gives me a little smile.

“Will you change me when we get to the car?”

Her voice is so light and small.

“Of course little one.” We get off the transport to our car and she goes to get the supplies out. As she bends over she stands straight back up.

“Are you ok?” I’m staring at her face which looks shocked.

“Uh. I don’t know.” I walk around the car and just as I round the corn let I hear her whimper, grab her stomach and whimper. That’s when I heard the explosion. Filled with gas sputtering. “The chocolate. I told you.” She is cramping and still breathing quickly.

“Let’s just get home. This could go in for a while.” She climbs in the passenger seat and we drive off. It’s about 30 minutes to our house and in the time I watched as she filled her diaper another 3 times. Each time holding her stomach and groaning.

As we pulled in the driveway she got out and made her way into the house. I grabbed the two bags and wheeled them into the kitchen. She was standing there going again. She had a couple tears this time. I grabbed her and held her.

“I think I am going to need the shower. I am pretty sure it’s all outside the diaper and in the plastic pants.” I run my hand down her back and confirm her feelings. “I think it’s all done though. Just as she says that a huge wave hits her. She holds me as I watch her pants balloon and see them overflow.

“Let’s get you in the shower love.” I lead her upstairs to the bathroom and tune it on. Her pants are stained and wet down the back. She is standing there with a grimace as she has another grunting attack. I get her in the tub and have her pull off her pants. Everything is a mess.

“Let’s just get the shower going and you can undress under the water. When you get to the diaper I will help you.” I strip down and get in the shower with her. I help her clean up and she is finally done and relaxing. I get a new diaper on us both and we finally head to bed. She cuddles up. “You still haven’t taken care of the other problems I was having.”

I look at her. “Let’s wait til morning to be sure you are at 100%.” She agreed and we drift off watching some tv. Her snores are cute and my eyes get heavy as I dose off too.

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Author: archerstaley
Timestamp: Jan 4, 2020 at 2:44 PM
Content:

ABAlex2 said:

This is pretty good. Its a fairly typical wish fulfillment set up, but its fun, and I think falls under something a lot of ABs would want. I have to say the present tense took a bit of getting used to, but its written well.

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Thank you! I appreciate the kind words. I am by no means a pro writer. Just sharing times from our lives when life was interesting.