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Chapter 1: The Unexpected Turn

Greg and Sam had been married for five years, and their love for each other only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Their relationship was built on mutual respect, trust, and a deep emotional connection. They had always been adventurous in the bedroom, exploring each other's desires and fantasies. But lately, Greg had been feeling a growing urge to surrender to Sam's dominance, He couldn't quite explain it, but the thought of being controlled and guided by his wife sent shivers down his spine. Sam had noticed this on a few occasions in the bedroom and realized the excitement it brought for her. She wanted to push this dynamic further, the thought of it bringing intense arousal.

One night as they made love, Greg found himself trying to nudge Sam's head down, hinting that he wanted her to give him oral pleasure. But Sam had other plans. She gently kissed him, her lips brushing against his, and then pushed him down, her hands firm but gentle on his shoulders. Greg felt a surge of excitement as he realized she was taking charge. He complied, his body responding to her touch as he sank down onto the bed.

Sam stood on her knees, towering over Greg as he positioned himself on all fours. The room was dimly lit, with only a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp. The air was thick with anticipation, and Greg could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Sam's eyes locked onto his, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths.

Without a word, Sam directed Greg's head to her breasts. She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him like a gift. Greg's lips closed around her nipple, and he began to suckle, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over him. Sam's hands guided his head, her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him in place. The sensation was intoxicating, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the moment.

As they lingered there, Sam's hands began to roam, her fingers tracing the curve of Greg's spine. She pushed him down, her touch gentle but insistent, until his face was inches from her vagina. Greg's heart skipped a beat as he realized what she wanted. He felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation, but his desire for her overrode any doubts.

Sam's eyes never left his as she began to thrust against him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Greg's tongue danced across her skin, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. He was lost in the sensation, his senses overwhelmed by the scent and feel of her. Time seemed to slow down, and all that existed was the two of them, lost in this intimate dance.

As they moved together, Sam's voice whispered in his ear, "Stick your fingers inside me, Greg. Taste me." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he complied, his fingers sliding into her warmth. The sensation was electrifying, and he felt himself becoming even more aroused.

But Sam wasn't done yet. She took his hand, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, and guided his thumb into her. Greg felt a jolt of surprise, but before he could react, Sam locked eyes with him and pushed his thumb into his mouth. The sensation was shocking, yet strangely erotic. Greg's mind reeled as he sucked his own thumb, the taste of Sam's arousal mingling with his own.

 

As Greg's thumb slid into his mouth, he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, one that made him feel vulnerable and exposed. But despite his initial hesitation, he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through his veins. He was turned on, and he knew it.

Sam seemed to sense his conflicted emotions, and she smiled to herself as she kept his thumb in place. She gently laid him down on his back, her hands guiding him onto the softness of the bed. Greg felt himself sinking into the mattress, his body relaxed and open to her touch.

As he lay there, Sam straddled his face, her thighs spreading wide as she positioned herself above him. She began to gyrate, her hips moving in a slow, sensual circle as she rubbed herself against the back of his hand while he sucked his thumb. He mound forcing it into his mouth while he tasted her juice. The sensation was intoxicating, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the rhythm of her movements.

Sam's eyes never left his, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as she watched him. She could see the excitement in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as he gazed up at her. She knew he was turned on, and she was determined to take him to the edge.

As she moved above him, Sam reached down and wrapped her fingers around Greg's cock. She stroked him gently, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Come for me, baby," she whispered, her voice throaty with desire. "Let go and come for me."

Greg felt himself building towards a climax, his body tensing as he strained towards release. And then, in a burst of sensation, he exploded, his semen spilling out onto his stomach as he cried out in pleasure.

Sam smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him come. She leaned forward, her body pressing down onto his as she wrapped her arms around him. Greg felt himself being pulled into a warm, comforting embrace, and he let himself relax into her touch.

As they lay there, Greg realized that he was still sucking his thumb, the digit still lodged in his mouth. He felt a surge of embarrassment, and he quickly pulled it out, his face flushing with heat. Sam noticed his reaction, and she giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. Greg felt himself blush even deeper, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He knew he was in this now, and he was excited to see where it would lead.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Greg couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. He felt more vulnerable, more open, and more connected to Sam than he had in a long time. And as he looked up at her, he knew that he was ready to explore this new dynamic, to see where it would take them and what secrets they would uncover along the way.

Chapter 2: A Night of Reckoning

As the days went by, Greg and Sam had repeated the scenario that had started with his thumb a few times, but they had also fallen back into their routine. It was as if they had dipped their toes into a new world, but then retreated back to the comfort of their familiar dynamic. However, the memory of that first night lingered, and Greg couldn't shake off the feeling that something had shifted between them.

One night, as they lay in bed after a lovely dinner and a bottle of wine, Greg found himself spooning with Sam, his head resting on her chest. She was looking down at him, her eyes gazing at his peaceful expression. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moon casting a silver light on their skin.

As they lay there, Greg started to nudge his head into Sam's breasts, his lips brushing against her shirt. She smiled to herself, recognizing the subtle cue. She began to tease him, moving her breasts slightly, just out of reach, and then pulling him in closer. The game was on, and Greg's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the sensation.

Sam's hands gently pulled her shirt down, exposing her breasts to Greg's eager lips. He latched onto one, sucking gently, and Sam felt a surge of pleasure. She transferred him to the other breast, and as he sucked, she felt his hand moving, his fingers brushing against her skin. She guided his hand down, her fingers intertwining with his, until they reached her vagina.

Greg's fingers slid inside her, and Sam felt a wave of excitement. She was already wet, and his touch sent shivers down her spine. As he fingered her, she began to move her hips, her body responding to his touch. The sensation built, and soon she was coming, her body trembling with pleasure.

As she came down from her climax, Sam realized that Greg was hard, his erection pressing against her leg. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of dominance wash over her. She was in control, and he was responding to her every move.

With a gentle touch, Sam took Greg's thumb and ran it through her juices, the sticky liquid coating his skin. She then slowly nudged his hand near her breasts, her eyes locked onto his. Greg pretended not to notice, but Sam knew he was aware of her intent. She kept nudging his hand, her touch insistent, until he finally looked up at her with sad eyes.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Sam's heart swelled with emotion, and she felt a deep connection to Greg. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and kissed his forehead. With a gentle but firm touch, she pushed his thumb into his mouth.

Greg's eyes widened, and he started sucking, his lips closing around his thumb. Sam whispered into his ear, "Good boy...such a good boy." Her words sent shivers down his spine, and he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

As he sucked his thumb, Sam reached down and touched his cock through his boxer shorts. The touch was electrifying, and Greg felt himself coming, his semen spilling out into his pants. The sensation was intense, and he was taken aback by the sudden release.

Sam was surprised, too, as it had never happened before. Greg's reaction was immediate, his face flushing with embarrassment as he looked up at her. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth, his eyes downcast.

Sam's voice was soothing and mocking at the same time, "Oopsie, so excited you had a little accident! What a good boy you are for me, but someone might need a little protection next time, don't worry, I'll take care of you baby." Greg didn't quite understand what she meant, but he felt a sense of reassurance wash over him.

As they lay there, Greg's eyelids began to droop, his body relaxing into sleep. As he fell asleep. Sam slid his hand that was on the pillow back towards his mouth, and in his sleepiness he accepted it, his thumb slipping back into his lips. He fell asleep, his body trusting and vulnerable.

Sam looked at him, her heart full of love and affection. She realized how much she loved this new dynamic, this sense of dominance and control. She thought about how she would need to buy some items for him, to help him feel more comfortable and secure in his new role. As she gazed at Greg, she knew that their relationship was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would bring them even closer together.

Chapter 3: Morning After

Greg woke up to an empty bed, his thumb still lodged in his mouth. As he slowly came to, the events of the previous night flooded back to him. He quickly removed his thumb, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relaxation. He had slept better than he remembered, but the memory of his actions made his face flush with heat.

As he sat up, he noticed the dampness between his legs and the slight cold wetness on the bed underneath his crotch, from his "accident" the night before. His embarrassment deepened, and he couldn't help but think about Sam's statement from the night before - "someone might need a little protection next time." He wondered why she had said that, especially since they hadn't used condoms since before they were married.

Greg quickly got out of bed and headed to the shower, trying to wash away the lingering feelings of embarrassment. As he stood under the warm water, he couldn't shake off the thought of Sam's words and the way she had looked at him. He felt like he was losing himself in this new dynamic, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

After his shower, Greg made his way to the kitchen, where he found Sam already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and bacon filled the air, and his stomach growled in anticipation. As he entered the kitchen, Sam turned around with a bright smile, holding up a plate of Mickey Mouse pancakes with chocolate chips.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" she chimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I made your favorite breakfast."

Greg's eyes widened as he took in the spread before him. "Wow, you didn't have to go to all that trouble," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Sam chuckled and handed him a glass of milk. "I know what my baby likes," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "And I want to make him happy."

Greg's face flushed as he took the glass, noticing that Sam had made herself a more adult breakfast - scrambled eggs, bacon, yogurt, and fruit. "You're not having pancakes?" he asked, trying to deflect attention from himself.

Sam smiled and sat down across from him. "No, I think I'll stick to something a bit more... substantial," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Besides, I know what my baby really likes, and it's not just pancakes." He could tell she was insinuating about the night before.

As they ate, Sam couldn't help but tease Greg about his sleepiness. "You were so cute when you were sleeping," she cooed, her voice dripping with affection. "I loved watching you. And I have to say, I was a bit surprised by your... little accident."

Greg's face turned bright red as he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. "Shh, Sam, please," he whispered, trying to change the subject.

But Sam just laughed and reached out to run her thumb across the table over his lips. "It's okay, baby," she said. "It's nice to see you relaxing in new ways."

Greg stared at her quizzically wondering why she was doing this? He could see the joy in her eyes.

Sam looked at him and mocked putting her thumb in her mouth with fake sucking noise from her pursed lips, and a pouty face, and batted her eyes. Then laughed and winked at him.

"You're learning to let go baby, and that's all that matters."

Greg felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. He tried to change the subject again, but in his embarrassed haste, he accidentally knocked over his glass of milk, spilling it all over his lap.

Sam rushed over to clean up the mess, laughing and reassuring him that it was okay. "Accidents keep happening, don't they?" she said with a wink. "Maybe you're not ready for a big boy cup yet."

Greg's face was on fire as he sat there, his pants stained with milk. He felt like a child, and Sam's words only made him feel more embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Sam," he muttered, trying to apologize.

But Sam just smiled and patted his hand. "Don't worry, baby," she said. "I'll figure it out. I'll help you get back into dry pants." Her phrasing made him blush for some reason.

As they finished their breakfast, Greg couldn't help but think about how different Sam had been treating him lately. She was more playful, more affectionate, and more... dominant. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this new dynamic, but a part of him was excited to see where it would lead.

As they finished their meal, Sam leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She was thinking about how to push her plan to the next level, how to help Greg surrender to his desires and become the submissive partner she knew he could be. And as she looked at him, she smiled to herself, knowing that she had already made significant progress. The question was, how far would he be willing to go?

Chapter 4: Surrender

A few days had passed since Sam had received the mysterious packages, and Greg had no idea what was in store for him. That night, as they sat on the couch watching the fire, Sam was wearing a luxurious silk bathrobe, while Greg was dressed in a pair of childish pajamas that seemed to foreshadow the events that were about to unfold. They had shared a couple of glasses of wine, and the conversation had slowed down, with Greg eventually laying his head down on Sam's lap.

As the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Sam's lap washed over him, Greg felt his eyelids growing heavy. But Sam had other plans. She slowly began to work his hand towards his mouth, her fingers gently guiding his. Greg resisted at first, knowing what she was trying to do, but Sam was insistent. She rubbed his crotch through his pajamas, the touch waking him up with arousal.

"Come on, baby," she whispered, her voice trying to stay calm but loaded with desire. "Just relax. It's okay."

Greg tried to hold strong, but a part of him wanted to give in. He was torn between his desire to surrender and his fear of what this meant for their relationship. As he looked up at Sam, he saw the determination in her eyes, and he knew he was no match for her.

Tears began to form in his eyes as he felt himself weakening. Sam's fingers were like a gentle vice, guiding his hand towards his mouth. He shook his head, trying to resist, but Sam just nodded hers, her eyes locked onto his.

"It's okay, baby," she cooed. "Everything will be alright. Just trust me."

With a sob, Greg gave in, his thumb slipping into his mouth. Instantly, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him, as if he had finally surrendered to a desire he had been fighting for so long. Sam's hands stroked his hair, her voice whispering words of encouragement.

"You're so good, baby," she whispered. "I'm so proud of you."

As Greg sucked his thumb, Sam maneuvered his head into her crotch, her silk bathrobe parting to reveal her nakedness. Greg's eyes widened as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties, and his face burned with embarrassment. Sam's pushed off the couch so he was kneeling in front of her on the floor, her hands guided his head, pushing him into her extremely wet crotch, her pussy pressing against the back of his hand.

For minutes, Greg sucked his thumb, his body frozen in a mix of shame and desire. Sam's hands stroked his hair, her voice whispering words of encouragement.

"Do you want to taste it, good boy?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

Greg looked up at her, his eyes sad and tear-filled. He nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. Sam's fingers guided his thumb into her vagina, pulling it out and letting him suck again. She repeated this process several times, each time pushing Greg further into his submission.

Finally, she let him eat her out, his mouth sucking away at her pussy as she came in a huge orgasm. Greg's face was buried in her crotch, she returned his thumb to his mouth as, as he felt her body shudder with pleasure.

When she was done, Sam leaned back, her chest heaving with exertion. "Are you ready for yours, baby?" she asked, her voice seemed to gain new excitement.

Greg looked up at her, his eyes still sad, but he nodded. Sam smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. Sam sounding like a child on Christmas morning said, "I bought something for you! I've noticed how you've been deciding to relax, I think this will help you."

She pulled out a large white pacifier, an exact replica of a babies binky but bigger, from her pocket, and Greg's eyes widened in shock.

"No, Sam, please," he whispered, trying to reject it.

But Sam just shook her head and made an "Ssh" sign over her mouth. He looked in awe as she moved the binky down between her legs and pressed the pacifier into her pussy coating it with her juices. She quickly forced it in Greg's mouth. He tried to resist with his lips, but she persisted and cooed, "Be my good boy for me baby. Make me happy seeing you relax."

Greg didn't know what to do and finally accepted it with a pouty look. He immediately started sucking the same as his thumb he was now used to. his face red and mind reeling with embarrassment and shame, the familiar taste of her juices calmed him.

Sam led him to the bedroom, stripping him down as they went. "My baby seems more excited than ever," she cooed, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Greg was ready for intercourse, but instead, Sam went to the closet and pulled out a pair of childish underpants with designs on them. He couldn't believe there was more to this. When had she bought these things? How long had she been planning this? Greg's embarrassment had never been higher, and he felt like he was going to cry looking at the garmet.

"I don't want any accidents, baby," Sam said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You need to wear these to protect yourself."

"No sam, this is too much" he tried to say from behind the pacifier, weakly attempting to stand. She pushed him back down, readjusting the pacifier and said. "Please baby, you need this, just enjoy yourself."

He could tell from her voice how much she wanted him to follow through... he laid back consenting. She couldn't believe it, her heart raced with the realization that he would allow this.

Greg's face burned with shame as Sam pulled the underwear up, the fabric feeling different, more padded than normal underwear. He had a new shock realizing that these were like the potty training underwear kids wear, designed for people who can't make it to a toilet. His cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

Sam rubbed his crotch, her fingers sending shivers down his spine. "You're such a good boy," she cooed. "I'm so proud of you."

It only took seconds for Greg to come in his pants, the sensation of the underwear and Sam's touch sending him over the edge. Sam praised him, her voice whispering words of encouragement as she laid with him, holding him close.

Greg feeling extremely tired now, moved to pull out the pacifier. Sam brushed his hand away and spooned with him, she moved her hand up to the binky gently holding it in place. Greg glanced at her realizing he wanted him to keep it in. He was too tired to think through her intentions or put up any fight and his eyelids drooped.

As Greg fell asleep, the pacifier still in his mouth, rhythmically sucking, Sam thought about how amazing this felt. She had never felt so in control, so dominant. And as she looked at Greg, she knew that she could go further, push him even deeper into his submission.

The question was, how far would he be willing to go?

vely thick between his legs. Tears welled in the corners of his eye as he saw his obviously padded self in the mirror. They felt cold and damp from his orgasm the night before. He quickly took them off and buried them in the laundry basket.

He ran ran to the shower, trying to wash away the lingering feelings of shame and humiliation. As he stood under the warm water, he couldn't help but think about the children's training pants he had just been wearing. He had never felt so humiliated in his life.

After his shower, Greg went to his closet and saw that his underwear drawer had been filled with more of the children's underwear. He panicked seeing it, wondering what she was doing or thinking stocking more of these. How could he possibly need this many? He quickly went to the bottom and found some regular boxers, relief washing over him as he put them on. He felt like he was taking back some control, some sense of normalcy.

As he made his way to the kitchen, he saw Sam already sitting at the table, two plates of food in front of her. His heart sank as he saw the adult breakfast in front of her, and the French toast cut up with chocolate sauce in front of him. But it was the child's sippy cup filled with milk that really made his blood run cold.

"Sam, what's going on?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Sam laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, silly, don't be so serious," she said. "Just relax and eat your breakfast."

She walked over to him for what he thought was a hug, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek... While at the same time sticking her hands down the front of his pants.  He jumped up in shock. "What are you doing?" He tied his best to sound normal but realized he sounded scared.

She half joked in the sweetest calmest way, "Oh I was just seeing what underwear you picked, last night was so much fun! Im so happy you've been able to relax. I thought maybe after what happened you might be worried about more 'accidents'. But I'm proud of of you for trying to be my big boy."

"Ha ha very funny" he responded not knowing what to say and knowing he was deeply blushing.

Greg sat down, feeling like he was trapped in a situation he didn't understand. He didn't touch the sippy cup, his eyes fixed on it in horror. Sam seemed to notice, and her smile grew wider.

"You need to drink your milk, baby," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Greg felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He didn't want to drink from a sippy cup, didn't want to be treated like a child. But Sam's eyes seemed to bore into him, and he felt like he was being pulled under, he knew it would make her happy for a reason he didn't understand.

"I'll drink it, but can I please have a regular cup?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

Sam's face fell, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, I don't think that's a good idea," she said. "You had an accident last time, remember? I don't want to do more laundry."

Greg felt a surge of frustration, but he knew he had to be careful. He didn't like how she kept bringing up his accidents. The word was childish. He didn't want to make Sam angry, didn't want to escalate the situation. So he picked up the sippy cup, feeling like he was going to die from embarrassment, and started to drink.

As he drank, Greg realized that he really needed to use the restroom. He hadn't peed since he woke up.

He went to stand up and excuse himself, but Sam grabbed his hand, holding it tightly.

"Where are you going, baby?" she asked, her eyes locked onto his. He felt another pang of embarrassment.

Greg felt a wave of desperation wash over him. "I need to use the restroom," he said, trying to sound calm, wondering since when did he have to explain himself?

Sam just smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Not until you finish your milk, baby. It will get cold. You need to stay hydrated." she said mischievously.

This was so shocking to Greg he had no idea how to respond. He figured it was easiest to just not fight her on this. "Ok.", he said, and attempted to down the milk as fast as possible. Sam smiled realizing he followed her instruction.

The milk came out of the toddler cup so slowly it was excruciating. He tried to drink it as fast as possible but it felt like minutes were passing without much progress.

The milk was slightly warmed up which was making him feel like he was going to burst given already needing to pee. He knew he was fidgeting, even grabbing his crotch a couple times which he hoped Sam hadn't noticed. After what felt like an eternity the cup was empty.

He went to stand up again, and Sam put her hand on his squeezing it. "Baby are you alright? You seem fidgety." She cooed excitedly. She caught eyes with him staring, hers were glinting with arousal as her heart beat.

"I'm fine I just need to use the restroom."

"Baby if there is a problem you can tell me about it. " She said, still locked down on his hand.

"Babe I need to go. I'll be right back".

"Why don't you finish your breakfast first, I made it special for you and it will get cold." Sam mocked her sweetest begging pouty voice and batted her eyes. She kept the stone cold grip on his hand. "Please baby?" She added.

Greg felt like he was going to lose it. He really needed to go, and he couldn't understand why Sam was delaying him. He looked at her, and saw the look of excitement on her face.  All the sudden he had a realization, he knew she wanted him to have an accident, wanted him to pee in his pants.

The encouraged thumb sucking, the pacifier, the training pants, the sippy cup, the talk of accidents and fidgeting, the delaying of the bathroom. He didn't know why she wanted him to wet his pants,  but she was treating him like a child and for some reason he knew she wanted him to act like one in the most humiliating way.

The thought made tears well up in the corners of his eyes. He looked at her with total desperation, trying to decide how to handle the situation but he just felt like crying. He loved pleasing her but not this way.

And as he sat there, frozen in terror, he thought back to how he felt when she controlled him, the excitement, the danger, and how he felt when she was happy with him. He thought about how beautiful she looked and how he would do anything for her.

This brief thought encouraged his body betray him. He made the decision to release his aching bladder, hoping that it would placate Sam and prevent her from getting angry.

But as soon as he started to pee, he regretted it. What was he doing? He immediately tried to stop it but found that he couldn't, the pressure was too much. The warm liquid soaked his boxers and ran down his legs. He could hear the hissing noise of the stream. He felt like he was going to die from shame.

At first, Sam didn't seem to notice. She was too busy looking at Greg's face, puzzled watching as the tears starting to stream down his cheeks. She saw the desperation in his eyes, the humiliation, and her heart skipped a beat. She was doing this, she was making him feel this way.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked, knowing he was struggling but not realizing the extent.

And then, it clicked. She realized what was happening, at first she couldn't believe it turned out this way. Her eyes immediately dropped to Greg's lap. She saw the patch that had formed on his sweat pants and the puddle of urine forming, and her face lit up with excitement. She almost couldn't believe what he was actually doing!

"Oh, no Greg... baby really?? You didn't have an another accident did you?" She immediately excitedly rubbed it in with a fake concerned voice that couldn't hide her delight.

He sat frozen like a deer in the headlights. He hoped this was just a bad dream. He couldn't believe what he did, and there was no taking it back.

'What a bad boy you are. Still having accidents at your age! What am I going to do with you?" she said, her voice pretending to be angry but she was clearly beside herself.

She still couldn't believe he actually did it. She was trying her best to hint at him, wanting to see if she could push him to submit. She wanted to let him make the decision for himself, but in the back of her mind she didn't think he would actually understand and make that jump. She thought she would have to outright tell him, but this made it so much more enjoyable. He had chosen to wet his pants in front of her. The game was on. She felt like she was on cloud 9.

"This is unacceptable Greg. I can't believe you can't keep your pants dry at your age. Right on the kitchen floor, unbelievable. How long has this been going on? Now I need to clean you up." Trying her best to sound stern.

Greg felt like he was going to die from shame. He was crying, really crying, and Sam was just smiling at him. She pulled him by the hand to the bedroom before he knew what was happening.

She started stripping him down. Pulling his shirt off first. She put her hand right on his crotch squeezing the damp material around his genitals.

"Completely soaked Greg, feel this!" She said faking exhasterbation. She grabbed his hand and forced it on his own crotch so he could feel the wet pants and underwear. This somehow made his face redder than it already was.

She pulled off his pants, and started working his boxers down. She took the wet boxers and placed them in his hands.

Greg took the boxers and looked down at them and whispered "I'm sorry." Tears dripped down his cheeks onto the wet underpants.

"No, I'm sorry I have to do this, it's for your own good." She said trying to contain her giddy mood.

Greg broke out of his shame hearing her and said "Do what?"

Her hand again locked onto his, she sat down on the bed. She forced Greg over her lap. He tried to interject "Babe please no!", but he couldn't stop himself from following her lead.

His bare butt up was up in the air, and her hand started coming down on his buttocks in a series of sharp slaps.

His butt was turning beet red and his quiet crying  turned to full sobbing. "I'm s-s- sorry" he kept trying to stammer out.

She forcefully grabbed his hand holding his soaked boxers and positioned them in front of his face so he had to feel and smell the strong scent of what he did. He knew to keep holding them there or she would get angrier.

"Why did you do it, baby?" she asked, her voice firm but controlled, betraying a hint of joy.

Greg tried to explain, tried to tell her that it was an accident,  barely getting any words out between sobs. But Sam just asked him again, her voice relentless. "Who has accidents, baby?" she asked.

Greg felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He only knew one answer. "Babies," he whispered, the word barely audible.

"That's right. Are you a baby?"

Greg didn't know how to answer. He just whispered "No".

Sam thought to herself, "we will see about that", smiling from above him.

The spanking went on for a minutes, Greg's body shaking with sobs. He was full on bawling, his body wracked with shame and humiliation. But eventually, Sam stopped, her hand stroking his back instead of spanking him. He was trembling.

"Shh, baby, it's okay," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I'm sorry I had to spank you, but you need to learn to control yourself. I know you were trying your best."

As Greg lay there, his body still shaking with sobs, "I'm sorry baby but until we figure this out I have to put you in some protection." she said trying to mask her joy and sound sad, her voice gentle. "So you don't have any more accidents."

"No..." He said in a tiny voice.

"Sorry baby, this isn't negotiable. I'm not letting you ruin our furniture." She said with authority.

Greg was in such shock after the spanking he didn't know what to say and just nodded, feeling like he was giving in. He didn't know what he wanted, didn't know what was happening to him. But he knew he wanted to be on her good side, to be comforted by her.

"Say please baby". She couldn't help herself from toying with him.

"... please," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Sam smiled huge, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Okay, baby," she said. "I'll take care of you." The pacifier again appeared out of seemingly nowhere and she pushed it against his mouth. This time his resistance was barely there at all and once it was in his mouth he quickly started feeling slightly better.

As she pulled up a new pair of training pants, same design as the previous he had woken up in, along with a pair of shorts, Greg felt like he was being led down a path of no return.

But as Sam held him, her arms wrapped around him, Greg felt a sense of calm wash over him. He was still softly crying, still feeling the shame and humiliation of what had happened. But he was also feeling something else, something he couldn't quite explain. She held his hand and walked him with a slight waddle him back to the living room.

As they sat on the couch, she put on a children's show he sometimes watched. Greg felt like he was in a daze. He was still sucking on the pacifier, still feeling the humiliation of what had happened.  The presence of the training pants felt 10 times thicker than they were for some reason, every movement reaffirmed he had them on. And as he looked at Sam, he saw the look of satisfaction on her face.

She was very happy... No... Ecstatic with the way things were going. And Greg realized, with a jolt of understanding, that he was trapped in her web. She was enjoying humiliating him by treating him like a child,

But as he looked at Sam, he saw something else in her eyes. He saw a glimmer of love, of affection, and it made him feel safe, it comforted him. She was happy which made him happy.

As the show played on, Greg felt like he was being pulled further and further down the rabbit hole. He didn't know what the future held, didn't know what Sam had planned for him. But he knew one thing - he was in this now, and he didn't know how to get out.

Chapter 6: A New Reality

As they sat on the couch, Sam ran her fingers through Greg's hair, her touch gentle and soothing. Greg felt himself relaxing, his body sinking into the cushions as he let out a deep breath. He was still sucking on the pacifier, the rubbery texture a constant reminder of his situation. But as he looked up at Sam, he saw the happiness in her eyes, and it made him feel a little better.

Maybe this wasn't all bad, he thought. Maybe this was just a weird roleplaying scenario that Sam was into, and he was happy to make her happy. After all, it was their secret, and he was starting to feel a little turned on. He couldn't explain it, but there was something about being in this position, being treated like a child, that was arousing him.

Sam, on the other hand, was thinking about how far she had come. She had never thought that Greg would be so receptive to her desires, so willing to surrender to her dominance. She thought about how quickly he had taken to the pacifier and training pants, how easily he had accepted her role as his caregiver. And then, of course, there was the accident. She couldn't believe that he had actually wet his pants in front of her, without even asking. It was a turning point, she thought, a moment of no return.

As she stroked his hair, Sam felt a sense of empowerment wash over her. She had never felt so in control, so dominant. She was the one calling the shots, and Greg was happy to follow her lead. She thought about how far she could push him, how much further she could take this scenario. The possibilities were endless, and she was excited to explore them.

After a while, Sam got up from the couch, her movements fluid and confident. "I'll make you a snack," she said, her voice cheerful. Greg looked up at her, his eyes still a little sad, but he nodded. He was hungry, and he knew that arguing with Sam was pointless. Not when he was wearing training pants and sucking on a pacifier.

As Sam disappeared into the kitchen, Greg couldn't help but think about his situation. He was a grown man, and yet he was being treated like a child. It was humiliating, but it was also... exciting. He didn't know what to make of it, but he knew that he was in this now, and he might as well see it through.

When Sam returned with a plate of fruit and a fresh sippy cup of milk, Greg felt a surge of embarrassment. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading, but Sam just smiled. "Here you go, baby," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Eat up."

Greg looked at the sippy cup, his face burning with shame. He didn't want to drink from it, didn't want to be treated like a child. But as he looked up at Sam, he saw the excitement in her eyes, and he knew that he had to give in. He picked up the cup, his hand shaking slightly, and started to drink.

As he drank, Greg felt a sense of resignation wash over him. He looked up at Sam, his eyes meeting hers, and said, "Thanks."

Sam's face lit up with a smile, her eyes sparkling with delight. "You're welcome, baby," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I'm so proud of you. You're being such a good boy."

Greg felt a surge of embarrassment, but he also felt a little thrill of comfort at being called a good boy for some reason.

As they sat on the couch, eating and drinking, Greg couldn't help but think about what was going to happen next. He was in uncharted territory, and he wasn't sure what to expect. But as he looked up at Sam, he saw the happiness in her eyes, and he knew that he was willing to follow her lead. At least for now.
 

As Greg finished his snack, he looked up at Sam with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Can I play some computer games?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of hope and trepidation. He wasn't sure if this was something that was still allowed to him, now that Sam seemed to be in control of his day.

Sam smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sure, baby," she laughed at him asking her what he's allowed to do. "I have some chores to do anyway, so you can go ahead and play."

Greg nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He got up from the couch, intentionally leaving the pacifier on the coffee table. He didn't want to pick it up, didn't want to be reminded of his situation. But Sam was quick to notice.

"Baby, don't forget your binky," she said, her voice firm but gentle. The word "binky" made Greg feel a new wave of embarrassment, and he felt his face heat up with shame.

Sam walked over to him, a small ribbon and clip in her hand. "It's really seeming to help you relax," she said, her eyes locked onto his. Before Greg could protest, she clipped the pacifier to the front of his shirt, the ribbon dangling down like a makeshift leash.

"It's okay, I don't need it," Greg said, trying to sound convincing. But Sam just smiled.

"I think you do, baby," she said. "It's been on your mouth more than it hasn't today. You seem to really like it."

Greg didn't have a response to that. He felt like he was being pulled into a world where he had no control, where Sam was the one calling the shots. And the pacifier was just a symbol of that.

Sam's next question caught him off guard. "What made you feel better after you wet your pants and had the tantrum?" she asked, her eyes glittering with curiosity.

Greg thought about this, trying to remember the details of the situation. At first, he forgot about the spanking and the crying, but as he thought back, it all came flooding back to him. He remembered the feeling of shame and humiliation, the way Sam had spanked him and then comforted him. He remembered the way he had felt, like a child who had been scolded and then soothed.

The word "tantrum" wouldn't have been how he described it, but he couldn't think of a better word. He welled up with new tears in the corner of his eyes as he thought about it, and he felt a lump form in his throat."It wasn't a tantrum," he said, his voice shaking. "I only cried because of the accident and then the spanking."

Sam nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and compassion. "You're right, baby," she said, trying to be on his side, "But obviously, you were upset. Either way, your binky made you relax, and you shouldn't feel bad about that."

The words "your binky" hit Greg like a ton of bricks. He felt like he was being reminded of his situation, like he was being pulled back into this world of humiliation and shame. He wanted to finish the conversation, to move on from this topic, but he didn't have a good argument. So he agreed with her, feeling like he was surrendering to her will.

"It did make me feel better. But it wasn't really an accident" he said trying to regain some dignity, "I did that because you wanted me to"

Her eyes lit up at what he said. "What do you mean?" She said sternly with excitement. "Baby... That's silly. Nobody told you to wet your pants. And we agree you did wet your pants right? What would you like me to call it? Lets not be silly. Its ok to have accidents, they happen to everyone. But lets not make excuses." Her excitement was leaking through every word.

He thought about it, she was right. She never asked him to wet his pants. He started to question if she had actually even wanted that... Though she seemed in great spirits now and he was very over her talking about him wetting his pants, he wanted the conversation over.

"Yeah, you're right," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll just go play my games now."

Sam smiled, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "That's a good boy, baby," she said. "Go ahead and play. I'll get started on my chores."

Greg nodded, feeling like he was being dismissed. He walked away, the pacifier clipped to his shirt, feeling like he was trapped in a world of humiliation and shame. But as he sat down at the computer, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He was going to play his games, and for a little while, he could forget about his situation. But as he glanced down at the pacifier, he knew that he couldn't forget for long.

Chapter 7: A Delicate Balance

As Greg sat at the computer, he made a conscious effort to ignore the pacifier clipped to his shirt. He didn't want to use it, didn't want to give in to the urge to suck on it. He was determined to prove to himself that he didn't need it, that he was still in control. But as he played his games, he couldn't shake off the feeling of embarrassment that lingered in the back of his mind. The training pants, with their thickness and cartoon dinosaurs, were a constant reminder of his situation.

He wondered why he agreed to wear them. He thought about going and switching back to boxers. What was she going to do? Then the memory of the spanking flooded back to him with fright and he felt the soreness under the padding and knew he shouldn't change them unless Sam allows him to.

As he played, Greg's mind began to wander. He thought about his dilemma, about whether Sam wanted him to have another accident. Had she ever actually said she wanted him to have an accident? He couldn't remember her saying that. She had given him the pants last night, during the hand job, but even at the table that morning, he had assumed what she wanted. Was he even right about it, he wondered?

As he pondered these questions, Greg felt his bladder start to fill up. He needed to pee, and he needed to decide what to do. Part of him wanted to just let go, to have another accident and see how Sam would react. But another part of him was hesitant, unsure of what she wanted or what would happen if he did.

In the end, Greg decided to play it safe. He got up from the computer and walked to the bathroom, pulling down the training pants as he went. He peed normally, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. As he pulled the pants back up, he noticed the little cartoon dinosaurs on them, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment.

On his way back to the computer, Greg ran into Sam in the hallway. She was standing with her arms crossed, a look of expectation on her face. "Did you use the potty?" she asked, her voice cheerful.

Greg cringed at the word "potty", feeling like he was being treated like a child. "Yes," he said, trying to sound casual.

But before he could even finish speaking, Sam had reached out and stuck her hand down the front of his pants. Greg felt a surge of shock and embarrassment as she felt the training pants, checking to see if they were wet. He caught an expression of what looked like disappointment on her face, and he felt like he could detect a hint of dismay in her voice.

"What a big boy you are, staying dry," she said, her tone a little too upbeat.

Greg felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. He had never felt so invaded, so humiliated. He tried to push the feeling away, to tell himself that it was no big deal. But as he looked at Sam, he saw the glint in her eye, and he knew that she was enjoying this.

"Babe, I don't need these for real, you know," Greg said, trying to sound convincing. He gestured to the training pants, feeling like he was pleading with her to take them away.

But Sam just winked at him. "Of course you don't, baby," she said. "But either way, maybe we keep them for a while, just in case. A little protection never hurt anyone, and we have the furniture to consider."

Greg felt like he was going to collapse from embarrassment. He caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror, and he was shocked by what he saw. The outline of the training pants was visible under his sport shorts, and the pacifier was still clipped to his shirt. He looked like a toddler talking to his mommy, and he felt like he was going to die from shame.

"I'm going to go back to my games," Greg said, trying to excuse himself. He needed to get away from Sam, to get away from the feeling of embarrassment that was suffocating him.

But as he turned to leave, he caught Sam's eye, and he saw the glint of amusement there. He knew that she was enjoying this, that she was getting off on his embarrassment. And he couldn't help but wonder, what was next? What other humiliations did she have in store for him?

Chapter 8: A New Normal

As the evening wore on, Greg heard Sam call out to him from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready, baby!" she said, her voice cheerful and inviting. Greg got up from the computer, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He was hungry, and he was looking forward to a normal dinner, even if it was just for a little while.

As he walked into the kitchen, he saw that Sam had set the table with a nice dinner spread. There was a roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables, all of which looked delicious. Greg's stomach growled with anticipation as he sat down at the table.

Sam smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I hope you're hungry, baby," she said, as she poured him a glass of wine. Greg's eyes widened in surprise as he took the glass, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Sam. It was a normal glass, not a sippy cup, and it made him feel like an adult again.

As they ate dinner, Greg couldn't help but feel a sense of normalcy wash over him. They talked about their day, and Sam asked him about his games, and he told her about his favorite shows. It was all so... normal. But every now and then, Greg would catch a glimpse of the pacifier hanging from his shirt, or feel the thickness of the training pants, and he would be reminded of his situation.

After dinner, they moved to the couch, and Sam picked a show she wanted to watch. Greg sat down next to her, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him. But as he looked over at Sam, he saw her smiling at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She was looking at him, really looking at him, and Greg felt a sense of bashfulness wash over him.

He saw the pacifier hanging from his shirt, and the poofy crotch of the training pants, and he felt like he was being seen, really seen, for the first time. He laid his head down on Sam's lap, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over him.

As they watched the show, Greg started to ask Sam questions, which always seemed to annoy her. But this time, she just put her finger to her lips, and shook her head. And then, in a move that completely caught Greg off guard, she popped the pacifier into his mouth.

Greg felt a surge of shock and embarrassment, but as he started to suck on the pacifier, he felt a sense of relaxation wash over him. He didn't dare take it out, realizing that after the last spanking, he was scared of being punished. He was scared of what Sam might do if he didn't behave.

As they watched the show, Sam migrated her hand down into the front of Greg's pants, her fingers brushing against the padded crotch of the training pants. Greg felt a sense of embarrassment wash over him, but he didn't move, didn't dare move. He felt trapped but comfortable at the same time. She was in control.

The feeling of normalcy at dinner was mixed with this new reality, and Greg couldn't help but feel like he was living in two different worlds. There was the world where he was an adult, where he wore normal clothes and drank from normal glasses. And then there was the world where he was a child, where he wore training pants, drank from a sippy cup, and sucked on a pacifier.

As the show ended, Sam turned to Greg, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Did you enjoy the show, baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Greg nodded, still sucking on the pacifier. He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to respond. So he just looked at her and sucked.

Sam smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, baby," she said. "Now, let's get you ready for bed."

Greg felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. What did she have planned for him? What new humiliations would he have to endure? He didn't know, but he was scared to find out.

As Sam stood up, and pulled Greg to his feet, he felt a sense of resignation wash over him.  He was at Sam's mercy, and he didn't know what she would do next.

But as they walked to the bedroom, Greg caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He saw the pacifier hanging from his shirt, and the poofy crotch of the training pants. And he felt a sense of shame wash over him, a sense of embarrassment that he had never felt before. She looked at the same image saw his face, and smiled and put her hands again down his pants and gave his crotch a squeeze. "What a big boy you are still dry!" She smiled and pulled his hand towards the bedroom breaking his thoughts.

The underwear check had settled it. He was a grown man, wearing training pants and sucking on a pacifier.

Chapter 9: Embarrassing Bedtime

As Sam led Greg by the hand to the bedroom, he couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment wash over him. She was treating him like a child, and he was starting to feel like one.

She helped him dress in some pajamas he hadn't seen before. They had childish cartoon baseballs and bats on them, his favorite sport to watch. He was mortified to see that they were tighter than his usual clothes, and the material was very sheer.

The training pants looked undeniable under his thin pants, and he felt like he was wearing a neon sign that said "I'm not ready for normal underwear".

"Hey, baby, don't you look cute in your new pajamas?" Sam said, smiling at him.

Greg looked down, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment. "Yeah, I guess so," he muttered.

Sam reattached the pacifier to his shirt without asking him, and Greg tried to protest. "Hey, do I really need this?" he asked, feeling a surge of embarrassment.

"Yes, baby, you do," Sam said, smiling at him. "You've been doing so well with it today, and it's really helping you relax. We don't need any more tears. Besides, it's cute."

Greg felt a pang of embarrassment at her words, the thought of his earlier tantrum made new tears start in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't argue. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was 9:15 pm. "I think I'll play some computer games for a little bit before bed, I'm not that tired," he said, trying to sound casual.

But Sam just laughed and said, "Oh, baby, it's way too late for that. You're already up past your bedtime, and we saw how cranky you can get when you don't get enough sleep. Plus, it's been a big day for you, and you should relax."

Greg protested, but Sam just soothed him, saying, "I'll help you relax, baby. Just lay down and I'll take care of you."

Greg felt a surge of arousal at her words, and he lay down on the bed. Sam pulled up her dress, revealing no underwear, and Greg's eyes widened in surprise. She straddled his face, and he relished in eating her out. The whole time, she went on about him being so good for her, and recounting all the good things he was doing for her. He felt amazing through this and her taste was addicting.

"You're such a good boy, Greg," she said, her voice thick with arousal. "I'm so proud of you for being so obedient and taking your binky like a good baby. You look irresistible in your new trainers I just want to eat you up."

Greg felt a pang of embarrassment at her words, but he was too caught up in the moment to protest. She was insanely wet, and had a huge orgasm under a minute. Greg felt so happy to please her, and he was proud of himself for being able to make her feel that way.

When she was done, she quickly rubbed his pacifier on her pussy, and jammed it back in his mouth before he could protest. Greg was back to feeling embarrassed, but he saw her pull down his trainers, and start performing oral on him. He was already about to explode, and came within seconds of her starting. She swallowed, and again praised him, telling him what a good boy he was.

As they lay there, Greg started to feel sleepy, and Sam got out of bed, starting to leave the room. Greg pulled out his pacifier, and started to get upset, asking her, "Where are you going?"

Sam turned back to him, smiling, and said, "It's too early for me to sleep, baby. I need to do some stuff and have some adult time. You're just tired, that's all."

Greg felt a surge of embarrassment at her words, and he looked up at her, seeing her as an adult, and himself as a child. His eyes streamed again a bit. He felt a pang of jealousy, knowing that she was going to go do things without him. Sam handed him a stuffed dinosaur, with the same color scheme as his trainers, and said, "Here, baby. Hold onto this, and relax. I'll be back later." She pushed the binky back in his mouth. He knew it would be futile to resist.

Greg hugged the dinosaur, feeling a sense of embarrassment, it didn't make him feel better, but he still held it because he knew it would make her happy. He sucked on the pacifier, feeling sleepy. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but think about how he was feeling like a child, and Sam was feeling like an adult. It was a strange feeling, but it was also kind of comforting.

As he slept, he could feel the thickness of the training pants under his pajamas, and the pacifier in his mouth. He was being taken care of, and he didn't have to worry about anything. But he also knew that he was in a strange new world, where he was the child, and Sam was the adult. And he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

Chapter 10: From Bad To Worse

Greg found himself on the floor of a playpen in the living room, surrounded by toys and a bottle. He had the pacifier in his mouth, and for some reason, he loved the toys and wanted to play with them, even though they were just baby toys. He felt his bladder getting full, but he didn't want to stop playing with the toys. He was fidgeting and holding his crotch while he played.

"Hey, baby, do you need to potty?" Sam asked, sitting on the couch and looking at him with a concerned expression.

Greg shook his head, not wanting to interrupt his playtime. "No, no, I'm fine," he said, trying to sound convincing. "I just want to play a little longer."

But Sam got up and came over to him, saying, "Remember, you'll be spanked if you have another accident in your trainers."

Greg's eyes widened, and he felt a surge of fear. "I don't want to be spanked again," he said, his voice trembling. "I'll try to hold it, I promise."

But it was too late. He started dancing, barely able to hold it, and Sam pulled out a child's training potty and put it next to him.

"Okay, baby, sit down and go potty," she said, encouragingly.

Greg felt a dribble in his training pants, but he ripped them down and sat down on the potty. He released, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. Sam praised him, saying, "Good boy, Greg! You're such a good boy! You made it!" It felt so good to let go, not in his training pants. His lower body felt warm and he was extremely relaxed. He looked up at her lovingly and stared in her eyes.

But then she started saying, "Greg, what happened? What happened, Greg?" in a pouty voice..

Greg's eyes snapped open, and he found himself in bed, looking at the nightstand. The clock said 12 am, and Sam had just gotten into bed with him. She couldn't contain her excitement saying to him, "Oh baby, I'm so sorry." in that same fake pouty voice.

Greg immediately realized the situation. His hands shot down to his trainers. He had completely flooded them, and they were cold. The bed around him was also damp and cold, and his pajamas were soaked. He still had the pacifier in his mouth and the dinosaur in his arms. Tears immediately started streaming down his face, and Sam consoled him, rubbing his chest, saying, "Don't worry, don't worry, accidents happen. It's not your fault, it's mine. I should have had you potty before bed, and I shouldn't have put you in those training pants. They're not enough protection for you at night."

Greg felt even more humiliated, and he pulled out the pacifier, trying to explain what happened. "I'm so sorry, Sam," he said, his voice shaking. "I don't know what happened. I just had a dream, and I couldn't wake up. I'm so sorry it was an accident."

That word again struck him hard as it came out of his mouth.

But Sam just rubbed him and replaced the pacifier, telling him not to worry. "It's okay, baby, its not your fault its mine," she said. "Accidents happen. But we need to make sure you're protected at night. You can't keep sleeping in those training pants. You aren't ready, that was my mistake."

Greg wondered what she meant that it was her fault? How was it her fault that he had wet the bed? He wondered by then quickly moved on to the next surge of fear, wondering what she meant. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying and failing to sound calm. "What are you going to do?"

Sam pulled him out of bed and stood him up while she switched the sheets. Greg stood there, shivering in his wet pants and cold training pants, which hung thick between his legs, reminding him constantly of what had happened. Tears still streamed down his face.

He saw himself in the mirror, his gray pajamas clearly showed the wetness, and the training pants looked even bigger soaked and hanging between his legs, and the mirror made him realize he still had the pacifier in his mouth and dinosaur in his hands. He could have been the picture perfect image of a child that wet the bed.

After switching the sheet, she pulled out a rubber mat and laid it on the new sheets of the bed, and came back from the closet with something white in her hand. She tried to calmly say "Ok baby, lay down here, I'll get you fixed up", she couldn't hide her excitement. It clicked and he realized it was an oversized changing mat. His brain started catching up on what was going on.

"Wait Sam what are you doing?" he said through small sobs.

"I'm going to put you in a diaper," Sam said, matter-of-factly. "You need more protection at night. Those training pants aren't enough. You aren't ready for those yet."

Greg felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. "No, no, no," he said, protesting. "I don't want to wear a diaper. I'm a big boy. I can wear training pants!" He realized abruptly he was arguing for the training pants which just a few hours ago he desperately wanted out of, and also had referred to himself as a "big boy", not an adult. This brought a whole new level of shame and his face turned redder.

But Sam just laughed because his response was so ridiculous and said, "Baby you aren't ready yet, this proves it, Greg. You're not staying dry at night. You're my baby and you need to be protected, and you need your diaper to protect our bed. Its fine to need more protection. We will get your trainers back to you eventually."

He again started to protest. She stopped him short. With utmost sweetness she looked stern at him and asked him, "Do we have to talk about this with you over my lap?"

He immediately remembered the spanking and quickly yelled "No!"

"Then what do you need to wear baby?"

He resigned tears fierce in his eyes and whispered it. "A diaper."

"Who's diaper baby?" She pushed him further giddy with excitement.

He knew what she wanted immediately. "My diaper" he resigned in a whisper. He couldn't believe she was still playing her game with him when he had just wet the bed for real. Greg felt a surge of humiliation, and he knew he was beaten.

"Oh what a good boy!" She said and she kissed him on the lips and squeezed his drenched trainers rubbing it in even more.

She stripped his wet clothes, which in itself was embarrassing realizing she had to handle the mess he made. She didn't seem to mind in the slightest, instead looking positively giddy. He was now standing there fully nude. Still with the binky in his mouth and sticky legs.

She pushed him onto his back on the mat.

He tried to grab a little dignity back. "Okay, okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll wear a diaper. But please, don't make me wear one that is too bulky. It will be hard to fit under my pants."

Sam smiled and laughed out loud at this, realizing he had so little at this point to push back on, and said, "Don't worry, baby. I'll get you a nice, comfortable diaper. You'll be just fine."

She had him put his legs up and applied ample baby powder, rubbing it around. Greg started to get aroused, but Sam just quickly taped him up. She finished by putting a onesie with more dinosaurs on it and snapped it the crotch flaps together. She did it so fast he barely had time to react. Greg thought about arguing, but what was the point at this point? He was already wearing a diaper, and he felt like a total baby, what did the new baby-ish shirt change? At least it was covering the diaper. Maybe it would help hide his shameful attire.

Sam tucked him back in, and his new sheets seemed squeaky under him. He realized she had put a rubber protector under his side of the bed, which added insult to injury. The new diaper crinkled loudly with every move, along with the squeaky protector, and he could barely close his legs at this point. It felt like he was wearing a pillow between them. The onesie kept it tight against his privates somehow making it even more of an acknowledgement of his new attire.

She replaced his binky and dinosaur saying "Maybe we can get your little friend a diaper too so you aren't all alone and can work on potty training together". This embarrassed him so much he couldn't possibly think of any response. He just sucked and looked at her and managed a smile.

Sam switched off the light and again went to leave the room, Greg pulled out his binky, protesting. "Sam, please don't leave me," he said, his voice trembling. "I'm scared. I don't like wearing a diaper."

But Sam just said, "Shhh, stop worrying about me, you'll be fine. I have to do your laundry situation, silly. You're safe in here. Now you don't have to worry about accidents, you can finally relax. Just go to sleep, baby."

She kissed him on the head and left the room, leaving Greg to his humiliating reality. He went to sleep, fully realizing his situation was somehow worse than a few hours ago when he had gone to bed. He never thought he would have envied the pajamas bottoms and training pants.

Outside the room, Sam thought about how she never thought Greg would wet the bed on his own, and she hadn't known how she would get him fully diapered. But the plan was working so easily, and she loved her new position of dominance. She smiled to herself, thinking about how Greg was now wearing a diaper, and how she had total control over him. She felt a surge of excitement and anticipation, knowing that she could do whatever she wanted with him, and he would have to obey.

Chapter 11: The Morning After

As Greg slowly opened his eyes, he was greeted by the warm smile of his wife, Sam. She was gently shaking him, her hand on his shoulder, and her voice was like music to his ears. "Wake up, sleepy head," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Greg felt a surge of love and affection for her, and he couldn't help but smile back.

As he sat up, Sam leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, her lips soft and gentle. Greg felt a warmth spread through his body, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. But as he did, he felt her hand intrude into the waistband of his onesie, and her fingers brushed against the front of his diaper. The sensation was like a cold splash of water, and Greg's eyes widened as the memories of the previous night came flooding back.

He looked down and saw that he was still holding the dinosaur, and his eyes welled up with tears as he remembered the humiliation of wearing a diaper, and the accident he had in his training pants. Sam seemed to sense his distress, and she broke through his thoughts, her voice cheerful and encouraging.

"Oh, what a good boy, you've stayed dry since your accident last night!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride. Greg felt a small sense of relief, knowing that he had at least managed to stay dry for a few hours. It was probably hard to wet the bed twice in one night, he thought, trying to find some comfort in his situation. But it was a small comfort, considering the overall situation. He was still wearing a diaper, and he looked like a giant baby.

Sam told him that her baby had overslept, and his breakfast would get cold if he didn't get up soon. Greg looked at the alarm clock and saw that it was 10 am. He was shocked, he had never slept in so late before. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, he caught sight of Sam, and his heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a black dress, her hair styled perfectly, and her makeup was flawless. She looked polished, adult, and incredibly beautiful. Her ample breasts and curves triggered a response in his groin, and Greg felt a surge of arousal.

But as he stood up, and caught sight of himself in the mirror, his face fell. He looked like a giant baby, still holding his plushie, and wearing an unmistakable children's onesie, pushed to the brim with a huge diaper. And then he realized, with a start, that he was still sucking on the pacifier. He hadn't even noticed it was still in his mouth, and he felt a surge of embarrassment. He spit it out, but it only fell down to his shirt, still dangling from the ribbon and clip. Greg's face couldn't get any redder, and he felt like he wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.

Sam walked up behind him, and commented on how cute her baby looked, patting his diapered butt. The image of a beautiful mother with her toddler was unmistakable, and Greg felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. He tried to speak, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

"S-Sam, p-please," he stuttered, his face burning with shame.

But Sam just laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Don't you like your new outfit?"

Greg shook his head, feeling like he was going to cry. "I-I don't know," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sam's expression turned sympathetic, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "It's okay, baby," she said, her voice soothing. "You're just not used to it yet. But you'll get used to it, I promise. And you'll learn to love it, just like I do."

Greg felt a surge of uncertainty, and he looked up at Sam, searching for answers. But all he saw was her smiling face, and her eyes, shining with amusement and love. He didn't know what to say, or what to do, but he knew that he was trapped in this situation, and he had to see it through.

As Sam led him out of the bedroom, Greg felt like he was walking into a new world, a world where he was no longer in control. He was a baby, and Sam was in full control, and he had to do what she said. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, and Greg didn't know what the future held, but he knew that he was in for a wild ride.

As Sam pulled Greg's hand, leading him to the living room, he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He had been hoping to at least change out of the diaper and onesie, but Sam had other plans.

"I need to shower and get dressed," Greg said, trying to sound convincing.

Sam laughed, a playful glint in her eye. "Oh, baby, you're fine just the way you are," she said. "I cleaned you up last night after your accident, remember?"

Greg's face burned with shame as he relived the memory of wetting the bed. He had been hoping to put it behind him, but Sam's words brought it all flooding back.

"Please, can't I at least change?" Greg asked, trying to reason with her.

But Sam was unmoved. "Baby, I made breakfast and it's getting cold," she said. "What you're wearing is fine, let's just go eat."

Greg took one last attempt at negotiating. "Can I at least switch to the training pants?" he asked, hoping against hope that she would agree. He couldn't believe he was begging for training pants.

But Sam just laughed, a throaty sound that made Greg's face burn even hotter. "That's cute you want your trainers! This isn't negotiable, baby," she said, her voice firm. She reached out and gently tapped his bottom, a reminder of the spanking he had received the night before. Greg felt a surge of fear and embarrassment at the gesture, and he knew he was beaten.

"We need to work our way back to that after the accidents you've been having," Sam said, her voice firm but gentle. "And frankly, I'm a little tired of doing laundry, so the disposables work better for now."

Greg felt a tear stream down his face as he realized the extent of his situation. He was trapped in this diaper, and Sam was in charge. He didn't have a good argument, and he knew it.

But then Sam saw his sadness, and her expression softened. She pulled the pacifier off his ribbon, and smiled at him. "Here, I know how to make you feel better," she said.

Greg watched in fascination as Sam ran the pacifier under her skirt. He had no idea what she was doing, but he was curious. And then she placed the pacifier in his mouth, and Greg tasted her. It was a familiar flavor, one that he had grown to associate with comfort and security.

As Sam led him to the living room, Greg felt like he was waddling. The diaper was bulky and uncomfortable, and every step he took made a loud crinkling sound. He felt like a baby, and he knew it.

As they entered the living room, Greg saw that his food was laid out on a baby tray on the carpet floor in front of the TV. Cartoons were playing on the screen, and Greg felt a surge of embarrassment at the sight. He was being treated like a toddler, and he knew it.

As Greg looked at the baby tray on the carpet floor, he felt a surge of embarrassment. "Can I at least sit at the table?" he asked, hoping to salvage some dignity.

But Sam just smiled and said, "I've already eaten, baby. I woke up early and had my breakfast. I thought you would like to watch some cartoons while you eat and relax."

Greg looked at the TV, where a colorful cartoon was playing, and felt a pang of disappointment. "Can I at least sit on the couch, then?" he asked, trying to find a compromise.

But Sam shook her head, her expression concerned. "I'm worried about stains on the furniture, baby. I don't want to have to clean up any messes."

Greg wasn't sure if she meant dropping food or wetting himself, but either way, he felt a surge of embarrassment. He looked at the baby tray again, and then back at Sam, and finally resigned himself to his fate. He sat down on the floor, trying to ignore the crinkling sound of the diaper as he moved.

Sam sat down next to him, and began to help feed him. Greg looked down at the food, and then noticed that instead of a sippy cup full of milk, she had a baby bottle with childlike designs full of warm milk. His eyes widened in panic, and he felt a surge of resistance. "I don't want the bottle," he said, trying to sound firm.

Sam looked at him, surprised. "Why not, baby?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Greg didn't know what to say. He just knew that he didn't want to drink from a bottle. It was too babyish, too humiliating. "Can I at least have the sippy cup?" he asked, cursing himself for even suggesting it. Just yesterday, he had been desperate to get rid of the sippy cup, and now he was begging for it.

Sam laughed, a playful sound, and kissed his cheek. "Oh, sorry, I forgot you're a big boy and want your sippy cup," she said, her voice teasing.

Greg felt a surge of embarrassment, but Sam just continued, her voice gentle. "The sippy cup is dirty, baby, and this is all I have that won't let you spill. But maybe you can earn the sippy cup back when you start getting your accidents under control. That will be a nice reward, won't it?"

Greg looked at her, feeling a mix of emotions. He was embarrassed, humiliated, and frustrated, but at the same time, he was grateful for Sam's gentle tone and her promise of a reward. He knew he had a long way to go, but with Sam's help, he might just make it through this journey. As he looked at the bottle, and then back at Sam, he knew that he had no choice but to accept it, at least for now.

Chapter 12: A Humiliating Breakfast

As Greg sat on the floor, surrounded by the colorful chaos of the living room, he couldn't help but feel like a prisoner in his own home. The baby tray in front of him was a constant reminder of his current situation, and the smell of fruit and pancakes wafting from the tray only made his stomach growl with hunger. Sam sat down next to him, a spoon in her hand, and began to feed him like a toddler.

"Open wide, baby," she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Mmm, yummy pancakes!"

Greg's face burned with embarrassment as he opened his mouth, feeling like a complete idiot. The first bite of pancake was fluffy and sweet, but the sensation of being fed like a baby was mortifying. He tried to focus on the cartoons playing on the TV, but his eyes kept drifting back to Sam, who was watching him with an amused expression.

As she fed him, Sam kept getting yoghurt on his face, and each time she did, she would exclaim with joy, "Oh, what a messy eater you are, Greg! You're getting yoghurt all over your face!" Greg's eyes would well up with tears, and he would try to wipe the yoghurt away, but Sam would just laugh and say, "No, no, baby, let me get it!" She would then proceed to clean his face with a napkin, her touch gentle but humiliating.

As the feeding continued, Greg started to feel like he was losing himself in the process. He was no longer a grown man, but a helpless baby, dependent on Sam for every little thing. The diaper, which had been a constant reminder of his situation, now felt like a heavy weight, a physical manifestation of his powerlessness. He remembered that he was doing this because he knew it made her so happy, at least that was his excuse.

As he finished his breakfast, Sam got up and walked into the kitchen, leaving Greg to watch the cartoons in silence. He felt a mix of relief and anxiety, unsure of what would happen next. The TV show was engaging, but Greg's mind kept wandering back to his situation, and he couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment that had been building up inside him.

As he sat there, trying to focus on the show, Greg's thumb somehow made its way to his mouth, and he started sucking on it. It seemed like a natural instinct, given how much he had been using the pacifier lately. He had grown so accustomed to having something in his mouth that he had forgotten he even had a pacifier attached to his shirt. It wasn't until he heard Sam's voice behind him that he realized his mistake.

"Greg! Use your pacifier!" she exclaimed, her voice fake-angry but with a hint of amusement. "Your hands are filthy!"

She thought to herself, was he really just sucking his thumb without me forcing him to? He must be enjoying this.

Greg's face turned bright red as he realized what he had done. He hadn't realized he was sucking his thumb until she told him. He felt like he had been caught doing something naughty, and the shame was overwhelming. Sam walked over to him, picked up the pinned pacifier, and popped it into his mouth. Greg's eyes welled up with tears as he felt the familiar shape of the pacifier, a constant reminder of his regression.

"That's better," Sam said, her voice soothing. "It's so nice that you have found a way to calm yourself."

As she kneeled there, looking at him with a mixture of amusement and affection, Greg felt like he was drowning in his own embarrassment. He was trapped in this never-ending cycle of humiliation, and he didn't know how to escape. Sam felt so powerful and attracted to him, it was exhilarating. She wondered what else he would end up doing on his own today.

Since she was already down there, Sam stuck her fingers into his onesie again, and smiled, saying, "What a big boy! Maybe you will get that sippy cup back like you want."

Greg felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. He wished he never mentioned the sippy cup. He couldn't muster an answer, couldn't even look at Sam. He just sat there, sucking on his pacifier, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I think it's great to see you enjoying yourself," Sam said, her voice gentle. "There have been so many tears lately, I think maybe the extra protection is helping you relax. You seem so much more at ease now."

Greg's face burned with shame as he heard her words. She made him wonder if that was true. He hadn't cried as much since he had the diapers, and at least if he had another accident it would be contained. Then he caught himself, another accident? He wasn't going to have another accident, he didn't know why he thought that.

He looked at how beautiful she was. He knew he had to keep going, for Sam's sake.

As Sam gazed at the untouched bottle, her expression turned stern, and she said, "Greg, you need to drink all of your milk. If your bottle isn't finished soon, then we are going to have to have a talk you don't want to have." Her voice was firm, but there was a hint of excitement underlying it, and Greg could sense the power dynamic shifting even further in her favor.

Greg's eyes widened in fear as he looked at Sam, his mind racing with the possibilities of what that talk could entail. He didn't want to find out, and so he reluctantly picked up the bottle, slowly swapping it with his pacifier in a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable. Sam's smile grew as she watched him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Come on, baby, drink your milk," she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You need it to stay healthy and strong."

Greg finally got the bottle to his mouth, and as he began to drink, he realized it wasn't as easy as he expected. The milk flowed slowly, and he had to hold the bottle upside down to get it to come out. He kept changing positions, trying to find a comfortable way to drink, but it seemed like no matter what he did, he couldn't get it just right. Finally, he laid on his back, holding the bottle with two hands, and watched the TV as he drank.

The milk was warm and tasted slightly sweet, but it was hard to suck out, and Greg ended up making loud sucking noises as he tried to get it to flow. The sound was embarrassing, and he could feel his face burning with shame. He glanced over at Sam, who was watching him with an intense gaze, her eyes fixed on him with an unnerving intensity.

As he drank, Greg couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, like he was on display for Sam's amusement. The clear diaper, the onesie, and the pacifier hanging from his shirt all combined to make him feel like a helpless baby, and the bottle just added to the humiliation. He tried to ignore the feeling, focusing on the TV and the milk, but it was no use.

Sam, on the other hand, was in her element. She was enjoying every moment of this, and the sight of Greg in the clear diaper, sucking on the bottle, was almost too much for her to handle. She couldn't contain her excitement, and she snapped a picture with her phone, the camera sound filling the room.

Greg sat up, hearing the sound, and immediately told her, "Sam, no!" Tears sprang to his eyes as he realized what she had done, and he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

Sam just laughed, her voice flittered with excitement. "Oh, relax, silly," she said. "It's just for me. You are too adorable, and I need to remember this day."

Greg's face burned with shame as he looked at Sam, feeling like he had been exposed in the worst possible way. He didn't want her to have that picture, didn't want her to remember him like this. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw the excitement and arousal there, and he knew he was trapped. He was her baby, her plaything, and she would do whatever she wanted with him.

As he lay back down, still holding the bottle, Greg couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over him. He was trapped in this never-ending cycle of humiliation, but he was enjoying her pleasure. All he could do was drink his milk, and hope that someday, somehow, she would get tired of this and he could reclaim his dignity. But as he looked at Sam, he knew it wouldn't be anytime soon.

Chapter 13: The Potty Training Begins

 

Sam's eyes sparkled with excitement as she exclaimed, "You are way past due for potty training. I want to help you get that sippy cup you've been wanting so badly, Greg! And maybe, just maybe, we can even work our way back up to training pants... though things would have to be going really well, for that of course." Her voice was dripping with sweetness, but Greg could sense the underlying power dynamic at play. He was already feeling frustrated with the sippy cup being dangled as a reward for keeping his diaper dry, and now she was adding more conditions to the mix.

 

As he sat there, feeling helpless and trapped, Greg couldn't help but think about how he had internally recognized the diaper as his own. The shame and embarrassment washed over him, and he felt like he was losing himself in this never-ending cycle of humiliation.

 

Before he could dwell on these thoughts, Sam brought out a kid's potty that looked big enough for him to sit on. Greg's eyes widened in surprise as he wondered where she had gotten it and how much more of this he could endure.

 

"What, Sam? Why do I have to use that?" he asked, trying to sound calm. "Can't I just use the regular toilet? I don't need potty training."

 

Sam's expression turned stern, and she said, "Really, Greg? How many accidents have you had?"

 

Greg hesitated, knowing that he couldn't deny the truth. "Two," he said finally. "But one of them was because you wanted me to, and the other one was just a dream. I didn't really have an accident, I just thought I did."

 

Sam laughed, a throaty sound that made Greg's face burn with embarrassment. "Oh, Greg, I didn't ask you to wet your pants, and I'm pretty sure you didn't just dream about having an accident. Two accidents in one day is not a good track record, baby. And that's why we're going to start potty training."

 

Greg felt a surge of frustration at her words. He knew that he couldn't explain the situation to her, not without revealing the true extent of his humiliation. He tried to argue, but Sam's words had already struck a chord. He felt like a child, and the potty was just another reminder of his regression.

 

As Sam continued to explain the potty training, Greg's frustration grew. "I don't see why I have to use this," he said, trying to sound reasonable.

 

Sam's response was immediate, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Greg, since you're having accidents, it's called potty training! Wouldn't it be fun to use a real potty? And I want to see that you're actually using it, so you don't play any tricks on me." Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and Greg could sense that she had been planning this all along.

 

He tried to think of a way to combat her argument, but his mind was a blank. He couldn't think of anything that would sway her, and he knew that she had the upper hand. Honestly, she could have made up any reason, and he would have been powerless to resist.

 

Sam's next words only added to his frustration. "I don't want you taking off your own diaper, Greg. I want to reuse it, and you might break the tapes. So, just tell me when you need to go, and I'll help you." Greg tried to argue this point, but he knew he would lose. He was trapped in this situation, and Sam was calling the shots.

 

"Why can't I just take care of myself?" Greg asked, trying to sound reasonable.

 

Sam's response was firm but gentle. "Because, baby, you're not ready for that yet. You need my help, and I'm happy to give it to you. Now, let's get you settled in and see how this potty training goes, okay?" Her voice was soothing, but Greg knew she was telling him what to do. He was her baby, and she was in control.

 

As Greg sat on the floor, staring at the potty with a mix of disgust and dread, his eyes began to well up with tears. He pouted, his lower lip jutting out in a childish expression, and Sam could see the resistance building up inside him. She knew she had to tread carefully, or she might lose him altogether.

 

"Greg, potty training can be fun, I promise," she said, trying to sound as gentle and encouraging as possible.

But Greg's expression didn't change. He looked up at her, his eyes brimming with tears, and whispered, "I don't want to do this, Sam. I don't want to use a potty." His voice was barely audible, but Sam could sense the desperation behind it.

She knelt down beside him, her eyes locked on his, and continued, "I would be so happy just to see you try your best. I don't care if your diapers are dry or not." She reached out and gently stroked his hair, trying to soothe his frazzled nerves.

She pulled the pacifier out of his mouth, and Greg's face contorted in a mixture of sadness and frustration. She was acting like he was saying he wanted to stay in diapers. "They will be dry, I'm not having any more accidents," he said, his voice shaking with determination. Sam's heart went out to him, seeing the struggle he was going through.

She smiled softly and said, "That's the spirit, baby. I know you can do it." She paused, looking for a way to comfort him, and then said, "Here, this will make you feel better." She took the pacifier and rubbed it between her legs, the same way she had done before. Greg's eyes widened, and he looked up at her with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

 

As she placed the pacifier back in his mouth, Greg closed his eyes and savored the taste. It was a familiar sensation, one that he had grown to associate with comfort and security. He felt a wave of relaxation wash over him, and his body began to calm down. The potty, which had seemed so intimidating just moments before, now seemed like a manageable challenge.

 

Sam watched him, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She loved seeing Greg like this, vulnerable and dependent on her. It was a powerful feeling, one that she couldn't get enough of. She reached out and stroked his hair again, feeling a sense of tenderness towards him.

 

As Greg sat there, sucking on the pacifier, Sam couldn't help but think about how far they had come. Just a few days ago, Greg was a confident, independent man, and now he was sitting on the floor, wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier. It was a remarkable transformation, one that she had orchestrated with precision and care.

 

And yet, despite the power dynamic at play, Sam couldn't help but feel a sense of affection towards Greg. She loved seeing him like this, vulnerable and dependent on her. It was a feeling she couldn't quite explain, but it was one that she couldn't get enough of.

 

As they sat there, the tension between them began to build. Sam could sense Greg's embarrassment and humiliation, but she could also sense his desire to please her. It was a delicate balance, one that she was determined to maintain. She leaned forward, her face inches from Greg's, and whispered, "I'm so proud of you, baby. You're doing so well."

 

Greg's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her, his expression a mixture of shame and adoration. He knew he was in a precarious position, one that he couldn't escape. But he also knew that he wanted to please Sam, to make her happy. And so, he nodded, his eyes locked on hers, and said, "I'll try, Sam. I'll try my best."

 

The scene hung in the air, the tension between them palpable. Sam smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and said, "I know you will, baby. I know you will." And with that, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against Greg's, in a soft, gentle kiss. The pacifier fell from his mouth, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

 

As they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the potty training seemed like a distant memory. All that mattered was the moment, the feeling of being together, and the power dynamic that flowed between them like a river. Sam knew that she had Greg right where she wanted him, and she was determined to keep him there, no matter what it took.

 

Chapter 14: The Playpen Prison

 

Greg felt a sense of relief wash over him as he wrapped his arms around Sam, she had pushed the flavored pacifier back in his mouth. He had been feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed, but the gentle kiss and warm embrace had soothed his frazzled nerves. As they pulled back, Greg smiled weakly and said, "I'm going to go play some computer games, okay?"

 

But Sam's expression turned stern, and she said, "Oh, sorry baby, you can't right now." Greg's face scrunched up in confusion, and he asked, "What? Why not?"

 

Sam's eyes sparkled with amusement, As she assumed more control, and she explained, "I have to call my mother with a video call to discuss some interior decorating around the house." Greg's face fell, and he asked, "Why does that matter?"

 

Sam's laughter filled the room, and she said, "Baby, do you want my mom to see you in your diapers, onesie, and pacifier?" The realization hit Greg like a ton of bricks, and he felt his face burn with embarrassment. He couldn't bear the thought of Sam's mother seeing him in this state.

 

He shook his head vigorously, and Sam smiled, "I love you like this, but while we are potty training, I'd rather not have you guys come in contact." Greg couldn't have agreed more; the last thing he wanted was for someone to see him like this.

 

But he asked, "Well, I'll just be in the office." Sam's expression turned firm, and she said, "Baby, I'm going to be going room to room to discuss adult things around the house. I'm just going to make an excuse not to come to the living room since we don't need to update that."

 

Greg pouted, feeling like he was being trapped. He turned back to the TV, trying to distract himself from the conversation. But Sam wasn't finished yet. She looked at him and said, "Also, I think you've had enough screen time. Let's play with some of your toys instead."

 

Greg's eyes widened in horror as Sam grabbed a container out of the closet and dropped some coloring books and crayons, blocks, and girl's dolls onto the floor. "Really?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with disgust. "Babe, I can't play with these."

 

But Sam ignored him, and instead, walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a child playpen gate. Greg's eyes followed her, confusion etched on his face, as she began to assemble the gate around the carpet. "What's that for?" he asked, his voice laced with alarm.

 

Sam's expression was calm and matter-of-fact as she explained, "Just to remind you not to leave this area, baby. I don't want you to accidentally wander into the room where I'm talking to my mom. That would be... awkward." She smiled sweetly, but Greg's face burned with embarrassment.

 

He protested, "But why do I need a playpen? I'm not a baby!" Sam's expression turned firm, and she said, "You repeat that a lot for someone who is wearing a diaper because they can't keep their pants dry. I've told you before, baby. You need to stay in this area until I say it's okay to leave. If you leave, there will be punishment. Do you understand?"

 

Greg's eyes dropped, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He nodded, feeling like a scolded child. The playpen gate seemed to loom over him, a physical barrier that trapped him in this humiliating situation.

 

As Sam finished assembling the gate, she stepped back and surveyed the area. "There, all set. You can play with your toys and color, and I'll be just a room away, talking to my mom. Remember, stay in this area, or there will be consequences."

 

Greg felt a surge of frustration and embarrassment, but he knew he had no choice. He was trapped, and Sam was the one holding the key. He looked at the toys scattered around him, and with a heavy sigh, he picked up a crayon and began to color, the bright colors and childish scribbles a stark contrast to the grown man he once was. The pacifier hung from his mouth, a constant reminder of his regression, and the diapers rustled beneath his onesie as he moved.

 

As he colored, Greg felt like he was losing himself, bit by bit. He was trapped in this playpen prison, with no escape in sight. And Sam, the woman he loved, was the one who had put him there.

 

Before she left, Sam asked him if he needed to use the potty, Greg felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He had a slight urge to pee

, but when he looked down at the potty, dreading the thought of sitting on it. He shook his head, trying to play it cool, and continued coloring. "Are you sure, baby?" Sam asked, her voice laced with concern. "Remember, you're all taped up, I have to help you."

 

Greg felt a surge of humiliation at the reminder. How could he forget that he was trapped in this diaper, unable to take care of himself? He told her no, trying to sound confident, but his voice trembled slightly. Sam nodded and said, "Alright, I'll be back soon," before walking out of the room to start her call.

 

As he colored he had a flashback to his dream, when he was in the playpen with the toys and had the bed wetting accident on the potty. He realized how similar it was to his current situation, even though it seemed far fetched a day ago... But he remembered even in the dream he was wearing his training pants. His face flushed knowing even his dream was less embarrassing than his current situation.

 

As the minutes ticked by, Greg's urge to use the potty grew. He started to squirm in his seat, holding the front of his diaper as he colored. He could feel the milk from the bottle working its way through him, and his bladder was starting to protest. He wondered when Sam would be back, and whether he could hold it in until then.

 

He heard her chatting with her mom in the next room, and his anxiety grew. Maybe he should have taken the opportunity to use the potty when she asked him. But now, he was trapped, unable to leave the playpen without her permission. He called out to her trying to sound calm, trying to get her attention. "Babe? Babe, can you come here?"

 

But she didn't respond. Greg's desperation grew, and he started to feel like he was going to burst. He knew he wasn't supposed to untape himself, and he knew he would be spanked if he did. The potty was just outside the playpen, taunting him with its proximity. He called out to her again, louder this time, and tears started to stream down his face.

 

He was holding his crotch, trying to stem the flow, but it was no use. He felt a spurt leak into his diaper, and it grew warm and wet. He was mortified. This couldn't be happening, he thought, as tears streamed down his face. He called out to Sam again, his voice hoarse from crying, and he heard her walking towards him.

 

But it was too late. He felt himself flooding his diaper, the warm liquid spreading through the absorbent material. He was bawling now, his body shaking with sobs. He pushed the pacifier into his own mouth, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use. He was beyond consolation.

 

As Sam rounded the corner, she saw him crying and sucking the pacifier, his face red and puffy. She didn't know what had happened, but her eyes lit up with excitement at the imagd. She told her mom she needed to go, and Greg could hear her hastily wrapping up the call.

 

As she approached him, Greg felt a wave of shame wash over him. He knew he had failed, that he had lost control and soiled himself. He looked up at Sam, his eyes pleading for forgiveness, but she just smiled and said, "It's okay, baby. I'm here now." Her voice was soothing, but Greg could sense the underlying excitement. She was enjoying this, reveling in his humiliation.

She moved to Greg taking it in, it was quite a scene seeing him in the onesie crying sucking on the pacifier with the obvious diaper behind the child's playpen with toys behind him, she was confused by his tears and frantic behavior. "What's wrong, baby? What's wrong?" she asked, trying to soothe him. But Greg just looked down, his eyes welling up with tears that dripped onto the floor in front of him. His pacifier was still in his mouth, and he wasn't going to give her an answer anytime soon.

 

Sam kneeled down beside him, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing his back. Greg felt a little relief wash over him, and he buried his head in her bosom, letting out a few sobs. For a split second, he thought that maybe this wouldn't be so bad, that maybe he could just let go and let Sam take care of him.

 

But then Sam's fingers slipped into the front of his onesie, like she did every time she comforted him, and she felt the soaked diaper beneath. Her expression changed in an instant, and she realized what was wrong. Greg felt her body tense up with excitement, but she forced herself to sound solemn slowly saying, "Oh, baby, oh no... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you had another accident. I know how hard you were trying to stay dry."

 

Greg felt his tears starting to dampen her cheek, and his pacifier began to suck frantically in and out against her skin. Sam told him, "This is my fault, baby. I shouldn't have left you for so long. Maybe you're not ready for potty training." Greg ripped the pacifier out of his mouth, and said, "I am ready, but you weren't there, and I'm not allowed to touch my diaper."

 

Sam looked at him with a hint of mocking in her eyes, and said, "You are right it's my fault you wet your diaper. I forgot that 15 minutes is a long time for babies in potty training. I should have checked on you sooner. I should have reminded you to use the potty before" Greg felt a surge of embarrassment and shame at her words. It sounded ridiculous for her to take the blame for him wetting his diaper, and he couldn't help but think about how it had felt like hours since Sam had left him, not just 15 minutes. Time seemed to stretch out when he was in this state, unable to escape or take care of himself. Also they both knew well she had tried to get him to use the potty before she left and he had denied.

 

As he looked up at Sam, he saw the excitement in her eyes, and he knew that she was enjoying this. She was pushing him to his limits, testing his boundaries and exploring the depths of his submission. Greg felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized he had fallen further. Sam was in control, and he was at her mercy.

 

As Greg pushed his head back into Sam's chest, he felt a renewed sense of embarrassment wash over him. He was mortified by his own weakness, and the fact that he had wet his diaper. Sam held him close, her arms wrapped around him, and slid his pacifier back down between her legs. The familiar sensation of her warmth and scent enveloped him, and he felt a spark of arousal ignite within him.

 

As she guided the pacifier back up into his mouth, Greg felt his embarrassment give way to a sense of submission. He was completely at Sam's mercy, and he knew it. She still had her hand on his wet diaper, and he could feel her fingers tracing the outline of his shame. But instead of pulling away, he felt himself leaning into her touch, his arousal growing with each passing moment.

 

Sam nudged his sucking towards her bosom, and Greg felt his mouth water at the prospect of tasting her skin. She pulled her shirt down, exposing her nipple, and Greg's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Sam replaced the pacifier with her nipple, and Greg suckled greedily, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him.

 

As he nursed, Sam's hand slipped down into her mound, and she began to stroke herself. Greg felt her tension building, her body tightening with anticipation. And then, in a slow, languid motion, she brought herself to orgasm. The sound of her breathing, the feel of her body shuddering against him, it all combined to drive Greg's arousal to new heights.

 

But Sam wasn't finished yet. She pulled her hand out of her pants, and reached back down to Greg's wet diaper. She squeezed it, her fingers closing around the soggy material, and Greg felt a jolt of pleasure run through him. She squeezed again, and again, each time applying gentle pressure to his diaper. Greg's eyes went wide as he realized what was happening, but he couldn't look away. He was transfixed by the sensation, his body responding to Sam's touch in ways he couldn't control.

 

As the squeezes continued, Greg felt himself building towards a climax. He was trapped in a cycle of pleasure and shame, unable to escape the sensations that were washing over him. And then, in a moment of pure release, he came. His body shuddered, his muscles contracting as he let out a low moan.

 

Sam smiled, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "See, baby," she said, her voice low and soothing. "Wetting your diapers isn't all bad." Greg realized, in a moment of clarity, what had just happened. Sam had given him a handjob, using his wet diaper to stimulate him to orgasm. He didn't know what to think, or how to process the emotions that were swirling inside him. All he knew was that he was at Sam's mercy, and that she was trying make him accept his role.

Chapter 15: The New Normal

As Sam got up from Greg, she felt a sense of euphoria wash over her. She had never felt so in control, so powerful, in their relationship. The way Greg had responded to her touch, the way he had come apart in her hands, it was exhilarating. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction as she walked away from him, leaving him to his thoughts in the playpen.

Greg, on the other hand, felt like he was drowning in his own embarrassment. The cold, wet diaper clung to his skin, a constant reminder of his shame. He could feel the dampness seeping into his onesie, making him shiver with discomfort. But as he sat in the playpen, surrounded by the colorful toys and childish decorations, he found solace in the pacifier that hung from his mouth. It was his only comfort, his biggest crutch, and he sucked on it desperately, trying to calm himself down.

As Sam busied herself in the kitchen, washing her hands and tidying up, Greg's mind wandered back to the scene that had just unfolded. He couldn't believe how far he had fallen, how much he had surrendered to Sam's desires. He felt like he was losing himself, like he was becoming a completely different person.

As Sam walked back into the living room, Greg tried to get her attention. "Sam, can I... uh... can I get out of here now?" he asked, trying to sound calm. But Sam just smiled and said, "Why don't you play with your toys in your playpen for a while, and try to relax? We could both use a break from tears." Her voice was laced with a teasing tone, and Greg could sense her enjoying his embarrassment.

Greg felt a lump form in his throat, and he had to force himself to swallow it down. He didn't want to cry again, not in front of Sam. But as he looked up at her, he felt a surge of desperation. He needed a change, desperately. He couldn't bear the feeling of the wet diaper against his skin any longer.

As Sam turned to walk away, Greg called out to her, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sam, I... I need... something." Sam stopped and turned around, a look of mock confusion on her face. "What do you need, baby? You're not being very clear. Use your words and explain yourself." Her voice was playful, and Greg could sense her relishing his discomfort.

Greg felt his face burn with embarrassment. He didn't want to ask directly for a change, but he didn't know how else to get Sam's attention. "I... I just need... a little help, please," he stammered. Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding what he was trying to say. "What kind of help, baby? You're not making any sense. Try again." Her tone was condescending, and Greg felt his embarrassment grow.

Greg took a deep breath and tried to speak clearly, despite the pacifier still lodged in his mouth. "I... I need... my diaper changed," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Sam's expression changed, and she looked at him with a thoughtful gaze. "Oh right! I forgot. In a bit, baby," she said finally. "I've been reading that it's good for potty training to feel your wet diaper. It makes you more observant next time, so you can try to avoid accidents." Her voice was smooth, and Greg could sense her enjoying the power dynamic between them.

That word "accident" made him cringe... how many times had he heard that word in the last 24 hours. He had lost count. He wished she would use a different word. He tried and failed to think of a better word, "wetting your pants" didn't sound any better to him.

Greg felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sam was actually considering leaving him in this wet diaper, making him suffer through the discomfort and embarrassment. He felt like he was going to die from embarrassment, like he was going to crawl under a rock and hide forever. The pacifier seemed to be the only thing keeping him grounded, and he sucked on it desperately, trying to calm himself down.

As Sam walked away, leaving him to his misery, Greg felt a sense of frustration wash over him. He was stuck in this embarrassing situation, with no escape in sight. The wet diaper was a constant reminder of his shame, and he couldn't bear the thought of sitting in it for much longer. He sucked on the pacifier, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use. He was stuck, and all he could do was wait for Sam to decide when to change him. The thought was infuriatingly embarrassing, and Greg felt his face burn with shame.

As Greg tried to busy himself with the toys, he couldn't shake off the feeling of embarrassment that had been growing inside him. The wet diaper was a constant reminder of his shame, and he could feel it growing colder by the minute. He tried to distract himself by playing with the blocks, but his mind kept wandering back to the humiliating situation he was in.

Just as he was starting to get lost in his thoughts, he found himself on all fours, his diapered butt in the air. He didn't even realize it until he heard Sam's camera snap a picture from behind. He quickly looked up, his face burning with embarrassment, and protested, "Sam, please! Not again!"

Sam just giggled and said, "Oh, come on, baby! You're so cute like that! I just had to capture the moment." She walked over to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and gave him a gentle pat on the butt. "Don't worry, I'll change you soon. But first, let's get you sitting on the potty for a while."

Greg's heart sank at the mention of the potty. He knew he didn't have to go, not yet at least. He had emptied his bladder in the diaper he sat in, and the thought of sitting on the potty made him feel anxious. "Why do I have to sit on the potty?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

Sam just smiled and said, "It's good for potty training, baby. You need to get used to sitting on the potty, even if you don't have to go. It's all part of the process." She looked at him with a teasing glint in her eye, and Greg could sense her enjoying his discomfort.

Greg tried to argue, but he knew it was no use. He didn't want to sit on the potty, but he couldn't think of a good reason why not. Sam just laughed and said, "Oh, don't worry, baby. It's normal for trainers to be scared of the potty monster. Is that why you had the accident earlier?" She looked at him with a mock-serious expression, and Greg felt his face burn with embarrassment.

There was that word again, "accident", every time she said he her voice lit up and it came out sing songy emphasizing it to him.

He shook his head, trying to explain, "No, it was because you weren't there to help me. I got overwhelmed and..." But Sam just cut him off, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh right, always an excuse for the accidents, huh? You're so predictable, baby."

Greg felt a surge of frustration, but he knew better than to argue. Sam just pushed the pacifier into his mouth and pulled him to the potty, popping the snaps on the onesie and taking off the heavily soaked diaper. She threw it in a diaper pail in the kitchen, and Greg couldn't help but wonder how many diapers she expected him to go through.

As she sat him on the potty, Greg felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He was exposed, vulnerable, and completely at Sam's mercy. She looked at him with a sweet, excited smile, and said, "I have to call my mom back, baby. You just sit here and try to do your business, okay? I want to see some pee pee in the bowl when I get back, or there will be punishment."

She walked off, leaving Greg alone on the potty, feeling embarrassed and exposed. He looked up and saw himself in the full-length mirror in the living room, his open onesie flapping around his legs, his diaper-less bottom on full display. He felt the damp, cold onesie flaps on his legs, and he couldn't help but suck on the pacifier, trying to calm himself down.

As he sat there, he tried to open his bladder as much as possible, but nothing was coming out. He wished he had something to do, something to distract him from the humiliation, but all he could do was sit there, sucking on the pacifier, and wait for Sam to come back.

Chapter 16: The Humiliation Continues

Greg felt like he was sitting on the potty for an eternity, trying to will his bladder to open up and release even a single drop. He was so focused on his task that he didn't even notice Sam coming out of the back room, still on the phone, until she walked into the kitchen and started preparing a new bottle of milk. The sound of the milk being poured into the bottle was made a rock sink in his stomach. The last thing he wanted in this situation was to have to drain another bottle.

As Sam came over to him, the warm milk in hand, Greg shook his head, trying to decline. But Sam just put a finger to her lips, indicating she was still on the phone, and pulled the pacifier out of his mouth, replacing it with the bottle. "Drink up, baby," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "You need to stay hydrated."

Greg knew that Sam wanted him to drink the entire bottle, so he started sucking on it, feeling the warm milk flow down his throat. He was better at it than the last time. At least maybe it would help him pee he thought, but that didn't make him feel better. He was still trying to focus on his bladder, but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. He thought he might have felt a few drops come out, but he wasn't sure. He just tried to keep it as open as he could.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Sam returned, a smile on her face. "I'm so sorry about that, baby," she said, explaining that she had to cover for her abrupt phone call end to her mom earlier. "I told her that I had to go because of an emergency, and I couldn't very well tell her that the emergency was my husband crying because he wet his diaper, could I?" She laughed, a teasing glint in her eye, and Greg felt his face burn with embarrassment.

"I know, I know," Sam said, chuckling. "It sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud. But you have to admit, baby, it's pretty funny." She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and Greg tried to muster a laugh to play it cool.

He couldn't help but relive the experience, and when Sam put it that way, it did feel ridiculous to cry about it. But for some reason, that just brought new tears to the corners of his eyes. Sam noticed and smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Up you go, baby," she said, picking up the potty and examining its contents. She frowned, her expression mock-disapproving. "Baby, there's barely anything in here. You didn't try very hard, did you?"

Greg pleaded with her, his voice weak. "I tried, Sam, I swear. Please don't punish me." But Sam just smiled and said, "Ok ok! I believe you tried, baby. And I'm not going to punish you. Let's just get a new diaper on you, okay?" This made Greg wince, as he hadn't thought about going back to a diaper. He didn't know what was worse, the potty or the diaper.

He asked her weakly, "Can I... can I wear the training pants again?" thinking about how he would gladly take those now. But Sam just laughed, a playful sound, and said, "Baby, I think you know the answer to that one. You're not ready for big boy pants yet." She pushed the pacifier back into his mouth, and Greg felt a surge of humiliation.

Sam pulled out a new diaper, one that wasn't white this time but had baby cartoon characters on it. Somehow, this made it even worse. Greg felt like he was being treated like a real baby, and the thought was both embarrassing and arousing. Sam laid him down on the changing mat and cleaned him up, applying baby powder to his skin. Greg started to get aroused, despite himself, but Sam just taped up the diaper and resnapped the onesie, ignoring his reaction.

As she finished up, Greg could still feel the cold, damp parts of the onesie against his legs, but the dry diaper was a welcome relief compared to the wet one. Sam gave him a kiss, put him back in the playpen, and walked off to the back room, leaving Greg to his thoughts.

As he sat in the playpen, Greg started to feel a strange sensation in his bladder. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but as the minutes ticked by, he realized that the milk was starting to work its magic. He felt a pang of frustration, wondering why it couldn't have happened on the potty, so he could show Sam that he was ready for training pants.

But as he sat there, he realized that holding his bladder open for so long on the potty had become a struggle to keep it closed now. He felt a few drops leak into the new diaper, and he knew now he had to focus on holding it in. The potty training had seemed to be more of an untraining, and Greg couldn't help but feel like he was taking steps backward. He sighed, feeling the weight of his embarrassment, and wondered what the rest of the day had in store for him.

Chapter 17: The Embarrassing Reality

Greg continued to focus on his bladder, working to stop any more spurts of urine from leaking into his diaper. He was successful when he focused, which gave him some small feeling of control. But as the minutes ticked by, he found himself getting bored in the playpen. He went back to coloring, the crayons scratching against the paper as he tried to create something beautiful. Of course, the pacifier was still lodged in his mouth, a constant reminder of his submission to Sam.

As he colored, Sam returned with a cut-up lunch of cubes of cheese and fruits. Greg snacked on it, savoring the taste and texture of the food. After lunch, he went back to finishing a coloring page he was very invested in. Sam watched him, a smile spreading across her face as she realized how cute he looked. She was turned on by the sight of him, her mind racing with thoughts of how far she could push him.

As Greg colored, he got down on all fours, diaper in the air on full display, the crayons scattered around him. The pacifier was still in his mouth, and he was completely absorbed in his task. Sam was amazed by how much he had taken to returning the pacifier to his mouth himself. She didn't remember when he didn't have it in. She walked over to him, kneeling down beside him, and rubbed his back. Her fingers instinctively went to the corner of his onesie, slipping into the crotch area. Her face jumped in genuine surprise, which quickly migrated to sheer pleasure.

"Baby, you are soaked!" she exclaimed, trying not to laugh. Greg's eyes snapped up from the coloring page, his face contorting in absolute mortification. He had been so focused on the crayons that he hadn't even realized he had wet himself again. He focused on his diaper area, and realized it was wet and cooling, and his hands shot down and grabbed his diaper through the front of his onesie to confirm the obvious. he had been in the wet diaper so long before he had learned to ignore it. His mind went frantic as he tried to process what had happened. When had that happened, he wondered? His eyes started welling up with tears, but Sam caught it early this time.

She took the pacifier out of his mouth and rubbed it on her loins, the gesture sending shivers down Greg's spine. She pushed the pacifier back into his mouth, which calmed him some, but he still looked like a deer in headlights. He frantically tried to explain, his words jumbled and stammering.

"I-I don't know, Sam, it was the potty, I think. I was trying to go, and then I relaxed, and... and... I don't know, it just happened. And then I was coloring, and I forgot, and... and... you got me used to the wet diaper, and I didn't even realize..." He trailed off, his words becoming more and more incoherent.

Sam listened to him, a mixture of amusement and arousal on her face. "Baby, the potty made you wet your diaper?" she repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "These excuses are getting worse." Greg realized, with a sinking feeling, that she was right. How was he blaming the potty for making him wet? That didn't make sense. He looked up at Sam, his eyes wide with embarrassment, and knew that he had no defense.

She realized he was close to breaking down again, so she tried to nip it in the butt. "Baby, don't worry, accidents happen, and at least you are used to them at this point. I know you wanted that sippy cup back so badly," she said, her voice sweet and soothing. But her words only made Greg feel worse and more frustrated. He didn't care about the damn sippy cup; he just wanted to be treated like an adult again. Yes, he wanted it back over the bottle, but that was beside the point.

"But, Sam, I don't understand why I have to go through this," Greg said, his voice shaking slightly. "I'm trying my best, but it's just not working." Sam smiled and said, "I know you are, baby, and that's why we're going to keep trying. Let's get you back on the potty, okay?" This dropped his face, and he realized he didn't have to go again. The thought of being bored on the potty sounded horrible.

"No, I don't need it anymore," he said, trying to protest. But Sam just smiled and said, "I know you don't need it because you wet yourself, but we need to train you. I want you to sit there until there is some pee pee." She pinched his cheek, like that made it better, and removed his diaper. Greg was dragged back to the potty, feeling like a defeated child.

As he sat on the potty, he saw the familiar reflection in the mirror. He looked like a baby, with his diaper-less bottom and his onesie. He felt a wave of shame wash over him, and his eyes started to well up with tears. Sam left the room, leaving him to his thoughts. He was bored and had nothing to think about but how he had gotten here. From only 2 days ago, never wetting himself, to the accident in his pants, to the bed wetting, losing his training pants, and now not even knowing he had wet his diapers. It was a downward spiral, and he was struggling to come to terms with it.

He thought about how he used to be, a confident and capable adult, and how he had been reduced to a diaper-wearing, pacifier-sucking baby. He was trying to will himself to pee, but it wasn't coming.

As he sat there, he started to feel anxious and fidgety. He didn't know what to do with himself, and the boredom was starting to get to him. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were clenched into fists. He tried to relax, but it was hard. He started to suck his thumb, a habit he hadn't had since he was a child. The pacifier, which was clipped to his shirt, hung limply from his chest, a reminder of his babyish state.

Sam came back in the room and prepared a new bottle. She looked over at him and realized he was sucking his thumb, with the pacifier hanging from his shirt. "Baby, what are you doing? Use your pacifier, what did I tell you?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Greg was shocked, why was he doing that? He had forgotten about the pacifier and comforted himself automatically, accidentally. He cursed himself, feeling like a failure.

"I'm sorry, Sam," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what's wrong with me." Sam smiled and said, "It's okay, baby. You're just relaxing, and that's good. But I think I need to help you remember to use your pacifier... Oh I forgot I have just what you need!" She went to the closet and pulled out large blue padded mittens. Greg tried to shake his head frantically, "No, no, babe, what? I don't need those, I'll use my binky." He cursed himself for calling it the babyish name.

Sam said, "I know you will, baby, but this will help you remember," and she attached the gloves to his hands. The mittens were soft and padded, but they felt restrictive and babyish. Greg felt like he was being treated like a toddler, and it was humiliating. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were encased in the blue mittens, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him.

Before he could even process it fully and attempt to resist, Sam popped the new bottle in his mouth and said, "Enjoy your bottle, it will all calm you down," and he had to hold it with the new padded gloves, using both hands. The bottle felt strange in his mouth, and the mittens made it hard to grip. He felt like a baby, completely helpless and dependent on Sam.

As Sam left the room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and arousal at the sight of Greg on the potty, sucking on his bottle and wearing the mittens. She stood in the hallway, watching him through the open door, and reflected on how far she had pushed him in just a few days. She had never expected him to be crying, begging for training pants, and now he was wetting himself without even realizing it. The thought of him sucking his thumb, and needing the mittens to stop, was almost too much to bear.

She felt a surge of excitement and control, knowing that she had taken him to this point. She had never felt so powerful and desirable in her life. She snapped another picture of him, secretly, without him knowing, to savor the memory of this moment. The sight of him, helpless and dependent, was etched in her mind, and she knew she would never forget it.

As she stood there, watching him, she felt her nethers light up with arousal. She was in control, and she knew it. She felt like there was nothing she couldn't make him do just by asking him and reminding him of the spanking, and she was the one who would decide when to stop. The thought sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what was to come. She smiled to herself realizing he was fully in submission.

Chapter 18: A Glimmer of Hope

As Greg sat on the potty for over an hour, finishing his bottle, Sam received a calendar notification on her phone and panicked. "How could I have forgotten?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. "Greg, we need to get you up!" She rushed over to him, her face a picture of urgency. "I forgot I scheduled an electrician to look at the lighting issue in the living room months ago, and my phone just reminded me. They will be here in 20 minutes."

Greg's eyes went wide with panic as he realized the situation. "Babe, they can't see me like this!" he pleaded, his voice laced with embarrassment. Sam smiled sweetly and said, "I know, baby, so we need to get you dressed quick." She pulled him up and picked up the potty, frowning as she examined its contents. "Greg, there's barely anything in here, after an hour?" she asked, her tone teasing. Greg blushed, feeling a surge of humiliation. "I tried," he muttered, his eyes cast downward.

Sam whisked him to the bedroom, his onesie hanging loosely on his body, and no pants to speak of. She pulled out some gray sweats and boxers, along with a tee shirt, and handed them to him. "No diapers?" Greg asked, his eyes hopeful. Sam raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Do you want the electrician to see you in diapers?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. Greg couldn't believe it. "No!" he exclaimed, his face burning with embarrassment.

Sam chuckled and said, "Oh, I didn't even think. Are you worried?" Greg shook his head, still feeling anxious. "They won't be here too long," Sam reassured him. "The diapers will be too easy to see, but the sweats might hide the training pants. Maybe we should use those... they can hold smaller accidents." Greg's eyes widened in horror as he quickly grabbed the boxers. "No!" he exclaimed, his voice firm. "I don't need them. They will be too thick and obvious."

Sam side-eyed him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt. Greg nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "Yes, babe, I'm fine. I just need to focus." He relished in getting dressed, feeling the soft fabric of the sweats and boxers against his skin. It felt odd to be back in normal pants, so thin and light, not waddling around in diapers. He was worried he would never be back in them, but for now, he was just grateful for the opportunity.

As he finished dressing, Greg felt a sense of hope rising up within him. Maybe this was a chance to prove to himself and Sam that he could be a big boy again. He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over him. He was ready to face the electrician, and whatever came next.

Soon after, the electrician appeared, a nice-looking woman in her 40s. Sam took charge, explaining the issues to her, while Greg stood by, trying to look as normal as possible. The woman's eyes scanned the room, taking in the baby gear and potty in the living room. "Oh, I remember when I had kids this age," she said, a nostalgic smile on her face. "Such a handful. Where are they?"

Greg's face burned with embarrassment as Sam covered, her voice smooth as silk. "They're with grandma right now," she said.

"Potty training is so hard... mine just didn't want to get out of diapers. How's yours handling it?" she asked.

"Oh, it's a struggle for sure, lots of accidents, trying out some rewards, but we are hopeful he will get to training pants. He says he wants out of diapers... But I'm skeptical. He seems to love them." She couldn't help herself and looked at Greg and winked and smiled mischievously. He turned beet red, and looked down.

The electrician chuckled and nodded, none the wiser, and began to examine the lighting issue, while Greg stood by, feeling like he was walking on eggshells.

Chapter 19: A Moment of Bliss, Shattered

The electrician worked for a while, diagnosing the issue, while Greg stood in the kitchen, relishing being an adult again. He felt so happy, so free, as he watched the electrician work. He told Sam he was going to play some computer, and Sam said, "Ok, baby, but not too long," making Greg blush as he realized she was still in charge. He went to the computer and started getting lost in the game, feeling like his old self again.

As he played, he heard the electrician wrapping up, and it felt like time went by so quickly. He was having the time of his life, forgetting all about his earlier humiliation. He heard the door close with the electrician leaving, and heard Sam handling something in the kitchen. His butt felt a little cold, but he didn't think anything of it, too engrossed in the game.

But then, disaster struck. He jumped and panicked as he realized that the last bottle had worked its way through him, and he hadn't been paying attention on the computer. His pants were damp, and he could feel the warmth spreading through his crotch. He shot to his feet, his heart racing with fear. He would never live this down with Sam.

The new fear caused another spurt to come out, and he looked down to see the clear, wet damp patch on his crotch in the grey sweats. The fabric was clinging to his skin, and he could see the outline of his penis, still slightly erect from the earlier humiliation. He had to cover up what happened. Tears were streaming down his face as he frantically thought of a way to hide his shame. He ran to the bedroom, opening his drawer, looking for similar sweats to change into.

Just as he was searching, he heard Sam enter the door behind him. "Well, that was a close one, huh, baby?" she said, not seeing him at first. But as she turned to face him, she saw the tears in his eyes, and the mortified expression on his face. Greg's thumb found its way to his mouth instinctively, making the scene all the better for Sam. She looked down, and her eyes widened as she saw the clear, undeniable patch on his pants.

Her face fell, and she pretended to be sad and pouty. "Oh, Greg, no...again?" she said, her voice trembling with fake sorrow. "I'm so, so sorry, baby." She took a step closer to him, her eyes fixed on the wet patch. She reached her hand down and pushed the wet spot into him, to emphasize what happened. Greg felt his heart sink. He knew he was in trouble, and he didn't know how to get out of it. Sam's voice was low and husky as she spoke, and Greg could see the excitement in her eyes, despite her pretend sadness. She was enjoying this, and Greg knew it. He felt a surge of humiliation and shame, and he didn't know how to escape it.

"What happened baby? You were trying so hard..." Sam asked, relishing in this perfect moment. Her voice was sweet and gentle, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. Greg tried to explain, stammering and stumbling over his words. "I-I was on the potty, and then I played the computer game, and I lost focus, and...and..." He talked through his thumb, which was still lodged in his mouth, and tears streamed down his face.

"And?"  She pushed him to continue, gleeful internally.

"I had another accident." He resigned through the tears and the thumb sucking. He was almost used to the shame of another accident at this point, but it didn't make it any easier.

Sam's expression was a mixture of mock concern and amusement. "Shh, shh, no more excuses, baby," she said, her voice soothing but firm. "It's my fault, baby. I knew you should have at least worn the trainers. I thought you could handle it. You weren't ready yet. Don't worry, it's my fault." Her words were meant to be comforting, but they only made Greg feel worse. He had failed her, and that realization brought even more tears to his eyes.

Greg looked up at Sam, his eyes red and puffy from crying. "What happens now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Sam laughed, a gentle, teasing sound. "What do you think should happen, baby?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Greg looked down, resigning himself to his fate. "Can I...can I have some protection?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Just till I get my focus back?"

Sam's expression turned sly. "Tell me exactly what you need, baby," she said, her voice low and throaty. Greg looked up at her, hopeful for a moment, before his eyes dropped back down. "The training pants?" he asked, his voice whimpering. Sam's response was a single word, drawn out and teasing. "Baby..."

Greg felt a surge of humiliation and shame. He looked up at Sam, his eyes pleading. Sam's expression was unreadable, but her voice was gentle. "How do we ask for things we want, baby?" she asked, her tone soft but firm, pressing him. Greg hesitated, knowing what she was getting at. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please..." he started, his words trailing off.

Sam's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Please what, baby?" she asked, her voice encouraging. Greg felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he knew he had to ask. "Please can I have my diapers back," he said, the words feeling like a confession. The humiliation hit him hard, and more tears welled up in his eyes. It had settled it. He was going back to diapers, and he had asked for it himself. Sam couldn't contain her excitement to his question, lighting up.

Sam's voice was sweet and soothing, but it only made Greg feel worse. "Of course baby! I'm so glad you understand you need your diapers, that's so mature of you! Let's get you comfortable and protected." she said, her words dripping with condescension. He wasn't sure how needing diapers because of an accident was considered mature.

She smiled, a gentle, teasing smile. "We'll get you all fixed up, you won't have to worry any more." Greg felt a wave of shame wash over him, but he knew he had no choice. He was at Sam's mercy, and he would do whatever it took to please her.

Chapter 20: A Descent into Humiliation

Sam laid Greg on the changing mat on the bed, her movements gentle but firm. She took his pacifier and replaced his thumb with it, a routine that Greg was now all too familiar with. He felt a surge of embarrassment as he realized he was being treated like a baby, but he couldn't deny the comfort of the pacifier in his mouth.

As Sam cleaned him up and applied powder, Greg's blush deepened. He realized that the new onesie she was putting on him had big, bold words emblazoned on it: "Potty Training in Progress" with a 0% filled computer progress bar. He felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, knowing that he was being advertised as a failure.

Sam attached his binky to his shirt and replaced the mittens on his hands, her touch gentle but teasing. Greg felt like he was being prepared for some sort of twisted play, and he wasn't sure what to expect.

As he lay there, Sam got onto the bed and hiked up her skirt, revealing her lacy underwear. She straddled his face, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and Greg felt his heart racing with anticipation.

At first, she let him suck on the binky against her mound, the soft fabric of her underwear teasing his lips. But then, she replaced the binky with her clit, and Greg's eyes widened in surprise. He pleased her eagerly, his tongue moving in time with her gentle rocking motions.

Sam's orgasm was intense, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cried out in ecstasy. Greg felt a surge of pride, knowing that he had pleased her, but it was quickly replaced by humiliation as she wiped the binky deep in her juices and pushed it into his mouth.

The taste was overwhelming, a mixture of her arousal and his own shame. But Sam wasn't finished yet. She squeezed his arousal through the diaper, her hand moving in time with his own rising pleasure.

Greg felt extreme arousal from the situation as he quickly orgasmed again into his diaper he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He was being treated like a baby, forced to wear diapers and suck on a pacifier, and yet he was still capable of experiencing intense pleasure.

Sam let him up by the hand, her touch gentle but firm, back to his playpen and pushed him down to his knees. She stroked his hair for a moment looking down, her eyes sparkling with amusement, before walking back to the kitchen.

Greg thought about what had happened, his mind reeling with the implications. For less than an hour, he had been free, enjoying the simple pleasure of playing computer games and wearing big boy pants. But then, the accident had happened, and he had begged for his diapers back. His diapers now cold and uncomfortable again in the front after the second "accident" he had in them during their play on the bed.

He was back exactly where he started, but it was worse this time. He had asked to be where he was, to be treated like a baby and forced to wear diapers. The realization was crushing, and Greg felt a wave of shame wash over him.

As he went back to his coloring, Sam watched him from the kitchen, a smile playing on her lips. She was on top of the world, her dominance over Greg complete. She had never felt more powerful, more in control, and she knew that she would never let him go.

Greg, on the other hand, was lost in his own world of humiliation and shame. He was trapped in a never-ending cycle of diapers and pacifiers, forced to submit to Sam's every whim. But as he colored, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of comfort, a sense of belonging to Sam and being under her control.

 get too ahead of ourselves. We still have a long way to go." She patted his bottom, and Greg felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that he was still in this for the long haul, but he was ready for whatever came next.

As Sam finished reattaching his suspenders, Greg felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was back in the trainers, and he was ready to take on the day. He looked up at Sam, and said, "Thanks, babe. I won't let you down."

Sam smiled and said, "I know you won't, baby. Now, let's get some lunch. You must be starving." Greg nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Sam. He knew that she was pushing him to his limits, but he also knew that she cared about him deeply.

As they walked to the kitchen, Greg felt a sense of hope and renewal. He knew that he still had a long way to go, but he was ready for whatever came next. He was ready to prove to Sam that he was a big boy, and that he could take care of himself. And as they sat down to eat, Greg felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. What would the rest of the day bring? Only time would tell.

Chapter 25: A Glimmer of Normalcy

As Greg walked around the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and comfort in the less padded trainers. They felt so much more comfortable than the bulky diaper, and he was enjoying the freedom of movement they provided. He especially appreciated no more crinkling every time he moved. He wondered how just a few days ago, they had felt thick and restrictive, but now they felt like return to normal after the diaper. The padding was still definitely noticeable, but it was a minor improvement, and he felt like he was taking a step in the right direction.

As he admired himself in the kitchen mirror, he couldn't help but notice the short overalls and the diapered dino shirt. His crotch still looked pretty padded, and his butt was still poofy, but it seemed slightly less so than before. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he had made it back to the trainers. He asked Sam, "Do you think people could tell I'm wearing them?" hoping that he looked more like a big boy than a diapered baby.

Sam laughed hard at this, looking at him in his child's suspenders, with the diapered dino shirt and obviously padded crotch, pacifier hanging down. She pretended to consider it, trying to stifle her giggles. "Hmm, I don't think so, baby," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You look like my big boy to me." Greg felt a sense of embarrassment wash over him, but he tried to brush it off, knowing that he was still a work in progress.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, he noticed the diapered dinosaur on his shirt, and he felt a surge of embarrassment. He asked Sam, "Can I get a different shirt?" hoping to change the subject and distract himself from the humiliation. But Sam's response was stern and firm. "No, baby, I just picked that one out, and I'm already doing enough laundry." Greg felt a pang of disappointment, knowing that he was stuck with the diapered dinosaur shirt for now.

Sam's expression was a mix of amusement and authority, and Greg could tell that she was enjoying the power dynamic between them. She was pushing him to his limits, and he was responding, eager to please her and prove himself. The air was thick with tension, and Greg could feel the weight of his humiliation bearing down on him. But he was determined to see this through, to prove to Sam that he was a big boy, and to earn his way out of the trainers and back into real pants. Little did he know, Sam had other plans, and the journey was far from over.

Chapter 26: A Desperate Plea

As Greg sat at the dinner table, he was surprised to see the sippy cup in front of him. His eyes widened, and he couldn't contain himself, "Yes! No bottle!" he exclaimed, feeling a sense of excitement and relief. Sam laughed again, mocking him, "I knew you'd like that, baby." Greg cursed himself, remembering that he wasn't supposed to care about the sippy cup. He took a drink and was surprised to find that it was red wine. This really made him feel better, and he thought that everything was going his way.

As he finished dinner, Greg realized that his trainers had gotten a bit cold and damp. He panicked, thinking that he couldn't lose them already, and this was a disaster. He hoped that it wasn't enough to be considered an accident and shot his hand down to his crotch again, holding it. Sam couldn't help but notice his obvious struggle, and she internally loved it, pretending not to notice. She said, "Let's work on a puzzle," hoping to distract him from his potty focus, and Greg eagerly agreed.

They did the puzzle for around 30 minutes, and Sam refilled his sippy cup with wine, which he drank as quickly as it would allow him. He was really focusing on finding the pieces, so much that he felt another spurt under his hand. He panicked and refocused, trying to hold it in. After 10 more minutes of holding it, the wine had really worked through, and he was struggling but didn't want to stop the puzzle. He was fidgeting and grabbing his crotch, realizing that it was an emergency now. He told Sam, "Babe, I need the potty!" She laughed at his out-of-nowhere exclamation during puzzle time.

Then, an idea sparked in her head, and she said slowly, "Are you sure, baby? It hasn't been that long." Tears were in the corners of Greg's eyes, and he said, "Yes, yes, I need to go." Sam stood up with him, caught his eyes, and stared at him. Greg looked at her, lost, and saw how beautiful she was, made up with curves and her eyes excited. She squeezed his hand and said in her poutiest voice, "Are you sure you need the potty?"

Greg panicked and realized what she was doing. Delaying him, the repeated questions, the look in her eyes. He knew she wanted him to have another accident.

Greg thought about how hard he had been trying, how badly he didn't want to go back to diapers. He thought about all the effort he had put into holding it in, into being a big boy. He thought about the last time he wet his pants on purpose to please her, back then he had no idea what was in store, just wanting her to smile, and how that decision had turned out. He knew if he did it again full well knowing what she would do to him it would change something between them and he would be in her hand forever.

He wanted to tell her, "No, I want the potty," but he realized he couldn't disappoint her. He saw the excitement in her eyes, the desire for him to have an accident, and he felt his body betray him. He tried to hold on, but it was too late. He felt the warmth spreading through his trainers, the wetness seeping into his pants. He felt a sense of horror and shame as he realized he was having an accident.

The feeling was like a wave of heat, a rush of liquid that he couldn't control. It was like his body had given up, had surrendered to Sam's desires. He felt the trainers soak through, the liquid spreading down his legs, and he knew he was in trouble. He looked down and saw the patch grow, the wetness spreading, and he sobbed. He felt like he had failed, like he had let Sam down, but most of all, like he had let himself down.

Sam lit up with excitement, watching the patch form. "Oh, baby, no... Not again, baby," she said, squeezing his now soaked trainers through the patch in his pants, and rubbing it in. "Not after all your hard work." She mocked him devilishly, and Greg could see the excitement in her eyes. This was what she wanted, and he had given it to her.

As Greg caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he saw the giant wet patch now and the hanging soggy trainers. He realized that his day of work was long gone, and he felt a sense of despair wash over him. He looked like a baby, a wet baby, red faced with tears on his cheeks after an accident. He couldn't believe that he had let himself get to this point. The trainers, which had once felt like a symbol of freedom and adulthood, now felt like a mockery, a reminder of his failure.

Sam's feelings were a mix of excitement and arousal. She loved seeing Greg like this, vulnerable and desperate. She loved the power dynamic between them, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him. She was in control, and he was at her mercy. She felt a sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing that she had pushed him to this point, and he had given in to her desires.

As she looked at Greg, she said, "I'm sorry, baby." But her voice was laced with mockery, and Greg knew that she wasn't sorry at all. She was enjoying this, and she was going to make him pay for trying to get out of his diaper submission. "You thought you could just waltz out of your diapers and into big boy pants, didn't you?" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But you're not ready for that, baby. You're still a little boy who wets his pants, and you need to learn to obey me." Greg felt a sense of dread wash over him, knowing that he was in for a world of trouble.

Chapter 27: Full Submission

Greg resigned himself to his fate and sat in fear of what would happen next. "Are you going to spank me?" he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation. Sam just winked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe, you'll see," she said, her voice dripping with tease.

Greg slumped down, feeling defeated and humiliated. Sam pushed his face to the wall corner, his nose against the cold surface. "Don't you dare move," she said, her voice firm and commanding. She took his binky and freshened it with her juices, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. She stuck it back in his mouth, and Greg felt a surge of shame and humiliation, but a small comfort from her taste.

As he stood there, he couldn't help but think about his situation. The cold trainers and overalls were much less comfortable than the cold diaper, and the wet pants were a constant reminder of his accident. The fabric clung to his skin, cold and clammy, and he could feel the weight of his own urine pulling him down. He felt like a baby, a messy, wet baby, and he couldn't believe that he had let himself get to this point.

"Ok, bad boy," she said, her voice dripping with tease. "Over here now," she said, dragging him to the living room floor.

Greg's eyes widened in surprise. She was wearing a full black leather domination lingerie outfit, complete with garter belts and stockings. The outfit was tight and revealing, showcasing her curves and accentuating her power. Greg felt a surge of arousal, mixed with shame and humiliation. She was wearing high heels which made her several inches taller than him.

She held up a leash with a collar that said "bad baby" on it, and Greg's eyes widened in surprise. She fastened it around his neck, and he felt a surge of submission. He was hers, completely and utterly hers. She pushed the top of his head so he was forced to his knees, and she towered down over him.

"Why did you have the accident, baby?" she asked, her voice firm and commanding. Greg tried to explain, but she cut him off. "No excuses", she interjected.

"I couldn't hold it," he said, feeling a surge of shame. She yanked the leash, and his neck jerked. "Why did you have the accident?" she asked again, her voice firm.

Greg quickly tried to think, and he blurted out, "Because you wanted me to?" Sam smiled, her eyes sparkling with approval. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with praise.

Greg looked up at her from his knees, and he was struck by her beauty and power. She was amazing, a vision of leather and lace, her curves and contours accentuated by the tight outfit. The garter belts and stockings added a touch of sophistication and elegance, and Greg felt like he was in the presence of a goddess.

The outfit was black and shiny, the leather creaking as she moved. The garter belts were tight, holding up her stockings and accentuating her thighs. The lingerie was revealing, showcasing her breasts and waist, and Greg felt like he was staring at a work of art. He longed to have hold her and have sex with her, imagining ripping off the incredible outfit. Sam's hair was pulled back, revealing her face and neck, and her eyes sparkled with power and authority.

"Do you want your diapers back, baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with tease. Greg nodded, feeling a surge of desire.  She jerked the leash meaning for him to speak.

"Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Again she jerked the leash, and he felt a surge of pain. "Say it like you mean it," she said, her voice firm.

"Please can I have my diapers back?" Greg asked, his voice shaking with desire. Sam smiled, her eyes sparkling with approval. "Are you going to stay in them this time?" she asked, her voice firm.

Greg nodded, feeling a surge of submission. "Yes, I will stay in my diapers like I should," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not ready for anything else yet," he added, feeling a surge of shame and humiliation.

She pressed him more, "Just the diapers?"

He looked down wanting to feed her what she wanted. "No, my mittens, my new baby clothes, my pacifier, and my bottle." He relented. "That's what I should have since I can't keep my pants dry." A tear fell from his cheek realizing what he was saying.

Sam smiled, her eyes sparkling with approval. "What a good boy." she said, her voice dripping with praise.

"Earn your diapers, baby," she said, her voice firm. Greg looked at her, puzzled, and she added, "I want you to come for me."

This immediately pushed his arousal, and he felt a surge of desire. He looked up at her, his eyes locked on hers, and he knew that he was hers, completely and utterly hers.

As Greg reached down to unsnap his romper, he wasn't sure how to do it with his mittens on. But before he could even try, Sam said "No" and jerked the leash, pulling him back. "No hands, baby," she said, her voice firm but playful. Greg looked up at her, confused, and tried to think about what she wanted him to do. He had no idea what "no hands" meant in this context, but he was determined to please her.

As he thought, he started to slowly move his hips, trying to figure out what Sam wanted. He began to rub his crotch against the floor, trying to get some friction going. At first, it was awkward and difficult, especially with the wet pants and trainers. The cold, damp fabric clung to his skin, making him feel even more uncomfortable and humiliated. Sam's eyes lit up with excitement as she watched him, and she thought to herself, "He knew exactly what I wanted." She couldn't get enough of the image, with his wet pants and bulging trainers, his romper stained and soggy. It was a sight she would never tire of.

As Greg continued to rub against the floor, he could feel the wetness spreading, the trainers squelching with each movement. He was mortified, but he couldn't stop. He was too caught up in the moment, too desperate to please Sam. Sam, on the other hand, was in heaven. She loved the way Greg looked, all wet and bedraggled, his pants and trainers clinging to his skin. She loved the way he smelled, all sweaty and musky, with a hint of urine and humiliation.

As Greg sped up his gyrating, Sam's excitement became uncontrollable. She unzipped a crotch opening in her underwear and pulled his head into her with the leash, while she pushed back against him. Greg's face was buried in her mound, and he could feel her heat and moisture. He was still gyrating on the floor, and Sam was moving her hips in time with him. They did this for minutes, the tension building and building, until finally Sam let out a screaming orgasm.

Greg relished in her juices, forgetting everything else. He was completely in the moment, and all he could think about was pleasing Sam. He was lost in the sensation of her body, and he felt like he was a part of her. As she came, he felt a sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he had given her so much pleasure.

After the orgasm, Sam pulled Greg back with the leash, and he was still gyrating on the floor. She picked up his bottle and rubbed the nipple in her juices. She paused for a minute holding it, and he looked at her with pleading eyes fixated on her every move. She slipped the bottle into a harness around her panties that he just now realized was part of her perfect outfit. He waited in anticipation locked on her every move.

She pulled him closer to the bottle with the leash. She smiled and pushed it into his mouth. Even though it was held in by the harness he still grabbed it with both mittens out of his newly learned habit. She tugged the leash, so the bottle was between her mound and his face, holding him in position with the leash. Greg sucked and slurped down the warm milk noisily while she pushed it into his face with her hips and kept him tight by tugging on the leash. He was feeling a mix of emotions. He was still turned on from the experience, but he was also feeling humiliated and submissive.

She looked down at him pressing frantically against the ground trying to release his arousal, and stuck out a leg, an... offering. He instinctually knew what she wanted and he mounted the leg, still on his knees. The new position was much more comfortable and he humped her leg even faster now feeling the new sensation against his soaked trainers. Milk started coming out of the sides of his mouth dribbling down as his sucking picked up, being lost in the moment.

Both of them glanced out of the corner of their eyes at the full length mirror. The image was undeniable. Was there anything more submissive than him in his baby outfit after a clear accident, pulled tight to her by a leash, forced to drink from a bottle being thrusted from her hips, while he shamelessly pushed his crotch against her leg seeking release.

As he drank from the bottle, he felt like a baby, completely dependent on Sam for everything. He was trapped in this position, with the leash holding him in place, and he couldn't move or escape. The humiliation was too much, and he felt himself getting overwhelmed. He was shaking and trembling, and he could feel his body responding to the situation. The wet pants and trainers were still clinging to his skin, making him feel even more uncomfortable and humiliated.

Sam felt his manhood through the wet padding against her leg, and smiled down at him, waiting patiently for him to complete. Her entire plan had come to fruition. She ran her fingers through his hair slowly, reveling in her husband turned little boy.

Finally, he exploded in his diaper into her leg, overwhelmed and shaking. Sam just smiled and said, "Good boy," her voice dripping with satisfaction. She was pleased with Greg, and she knew that he had given her everything she wanted.  She had gone her whole never feeling control and power like she did the last few days. She had pushed him to his limits, and he had responded, giving her the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.

As Greg lay there, shaking and trembling, Sam leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "You're such a good boy," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "I'm so proud of you." She looked down at his wet pants and trainers, and smiled. "Tsk tsk, another accident. You're all wet, aren't you?" she said, her voice teasing. All he could do was muster out a nod. "You just can't seem to stay dry for the life of you. But don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you. Let's get you in your fresh... safe... thick..." She drew out her words, whispering into his ear, as his face somehow turned redder:  "Diaper." The word landed with impact on both of them.

"You earned it." 

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