My diaper was soggy and was on the verge of leaking. It wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last. The drive home up these winding mountain roads was always long. I was glad to have changed before I left the office; with the amount of liquids I had consumed all throughout the day I didn’t think I would have been able to make it back home without leaking. The sun had set long ago. I finally turned off the highway and onto the road that led back to the house, then sighed. I still had another ten minute drive ahead of me. There were no streetlights out here; not this far away from the city. I wanted to see just how much padding I had left so I squeezed my legs shut as much as I could. My diaper, thick as it was, didn’t let me get anywhere close. My husband, Aston, was my soul-mate and I his. Even after we got married, he seemed too good to be true until I found out his secret: he had a diaper fetish. I was a bit curious about it so I gave it a shot. Once I started showing him I ...
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