After Work Summary: A man of 30 wets his pants in front of his wife, of 40, and is punished by wearing diapers. I walked into the house to get greeted by my wife “Hello dear, how was your day?” she asked. “Oh, fine,” I replied. “Let me tell you the funniest story that happened today,” my wife, Sheryl said. So my wife went in to this long story of something that happened to here today, and I had to pee so bad. Well, I think she noticed because she said, “Stop fidgeting, I’m almost done, then you can go piss.” Well, as her story began to wrap up, I felt a warmness around me crotch as warm urine spread everywhere, my pants, the floor, and my shoes. But I wasn’t done, oh no, I then felt some pressure in my bowels as I let out a huge load in my work clothes. Sheryl looked at me, horrified. She grabbed my arm and led me upstairs. When we got in to the bathroom, Sheryl laid me down, and started to take my jeans off. “What are you doing?” I asked. “You apparently aren’t old enough to wear big boy pants, so mommy is going to but you in some baby pull-ups,” Sheryl replied. “Now,” she continued, “if you lose the trophies before a little boy’s bedtime, which is about 8:00pm, then mommy will just assume that you aren’t old enough to wear pull-ups either, and put you in little baby diapers.” By the time she has finished telling me what was going to happen, me pants and underwear were off, and she was wiping me off with a baby wipe. I considered running away, but Sheryl was 10 years older than me, and 20 years stronger, so it would be useless to try. She pulled the pull-up over my feet, and under my ass. I could feel it pressed against my balls, but I didn’t mind. My “mommy” picked me up and stood me up, “Now you be good, and let mommy know when you have to go potty.” I walked around the house, in just my pull-ups until dinner. When it came time to eat, “mommy” had put a booster seat in my chair, and lifted me up in to it. She set down a plate of a hot dog cut in to lots of tiny pieces. She gave me a kiddie fork, and told me to eat up. When I was done, I got a sippy cup of milk. Then, “mommy” picked me up and carried me to the living room, I looked at the clock and saw that it was only a half-hour until bedtime. “Mommy” set my down in a playpen and said, “Now you stay here until beddy-byes, ok?” I nodded in agreement. Soon, I felt the need to pee, I called out “Sheryl! Sheryl!”, but she didn’t answer me. I considered my options, but before I could come to a conclusion, I felt a familiar warmth around my cock. So I did what I thought was appropriate: cry. I started wailing at the top of my lungs, and sure enough, my “mommy came in. “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”, but then she saw my pull-had no more trophies, and said, ”Uh-oh, Baby Reese didn’t make it until bedtime.” With that she lifted me up, and carried me away.