While waiting for Him to finish his shower, I found myself worrying about going out in wet clothing, then rationality came back - if I stood next to the radiator, it would dry.
When I looked, I realised I wasn't soaking wet. There were areas that showed dampness, but being denim, it has spread out enough to look more like a pattern than anything else. Also, with only the base of the t-shirt wet, the top (around my shoulders) didn't look any different to normal. He was an artist, I decided: he could have me in all kinds of conditions, but unless you really looked, everything appeared normal. Actually, I found myself admitting that I've always loved dungarees and - perhaps it was just the fact that I had yet to cum - I was incredibly horny. I needed to cum desperately and started rubbing my nappy inside my dungarees: it didn't help. If anything, it made me even worse.
A few people have asked "why diapers?". I have to say that I had never been into them - in fact, I never even considered them - until I was put in one. For any top wanting to exercise a new control dynamic, try it on your sub - I have never experienced such a sub rush as when I realised I would have to wet my nappy in public. It also removes the need for toilet breaks in bondage sessions, or while exercising other forms of control or restraint.
I wondered if He would change me, or my outer clothing before we headed out. I remembered his instruction to ensure I drank a couple of litres of liquid before leaving, so I went to the kitchen and drank a couple of pints of water.
Lost in my thoughts, I carried on drinking unaware that He had finished his shower and was watching me drink.
The buzzer brought us both back - I looked round and saw Him standing there. I blushed.
"I'll get it", he said, winking, "can't have you `servicing the delivery boy' - although that would be kind of hot ..."
He grinned and headed for the door. I finished off the drink and poured another pint while wetting my nappy a little more. Well, if he wanted me wet, wet he would get!
He came back with the pizzas and we sat to eat them, the larger plug keeping his cum and piss in me making its presence known. Once again, we got round to discussing the current state of things - actually, I think this was the last time he asked if I was comfortable with my position. He mentioned that he was impressed that rather than having to be told to drink more, I had done so of my own accord. It was, he said, `a major step forward', as I must have accepted my position in the relationship. Again, it was all about choices and I had chosen to drink in order to fulfil His requirements.
He gave me a large amount of the Fanta. Several times during our meal I wet my nappy.
I asked about being allowed to cum - I explained I'd been hard for most of the day and my balls were aching.
He responded quickly: "sub's don't cum, period". I would have to get used to being this horny all the time.
We finished up and he put the pizza boxes into the bin saying "right, we're heading out in a moment, but first ..."
He came over towards me and opened his jeans.
"You need a drink", he said, pulling his cock out of his underwear.
I knelt down and opened my mouth. Then I wrapped my mouth around his cock as he started pissing. I swallowed as quickly as I could tasting both his piss and the remnants of the shower-gel he had used. Part way through, he stopped and undid my dungaree shoulder-straps. The dungarees fell to my thighs. He stepped around me, lifted my nearly dry t-shirt over my head and pulled the back of my nappy open. Then he pissed down my back so that his warm liquid ran down into my nappy and around the base of the plug.
He shook the last few drops off his cock and then pulled my t-shirt back down again. I could feel the cotton absorbing the liquid off my back, along with a cool section where the t-shirt and nappy left me exposed to the elements.
"Pull your dungarees back up", he said, "then we'll go".
We hailed a cab and headed for Soho. He knew a shop there where we could get the `few missing supplies'.
The sex-shop obviously catered for the fetish scene. I knew now where He obtained his equipment that filled the playroom!
He walked up to the counter where the assistant smiled and welcomed Him back. Obviously a good customer, I thought.
"I need a CB6000S for my sub", he said, "I have him in a 6000 but it's too big for him and interferes with his nappy, so I think the shorter cage would suit him better, what do you think?"
The shop assistant looked at me while I blushed profusely.
"Yes, It will probably help. Long or short-term?", the assistant asked
"Oh permanently", He replied, "he's in nappies, so I don't think he should have orgasms while he's constantly pissing himself!".
"Hmm", said the assistant, still looking at me, "the 'S' will do, but you might want to consider a custom-fitted one. Is he cut or uncut?"
"Cut - doesn't even have a full penis!", He replied
The assistant nodded and said, "that's easy. No need to remove it for cleaning then. I'll give you a brochure in case you want to consider a metal cage. We can even weld them closed so they're genuinely permanent".
"Great!", He said, "I'd like that, I think. In the meantime though, let's go with the 6000S".
"Ok", said the assistant, grabbing a box from behind the counter. He put the new cage in a carrier bag and popped the custom cage information inside it too. "Anything else?", asked the assistant.
"Do you have an Abena onesie - crotch fastening - white. He'a very tall so I think we need a large. Either that or an XL, we can always double his nappies up!", He asked.
The assistant thought for a moment or two and then headed towards the underwear section at the back of the shop.
"I have two", he shouted from the back.
"He'll have both", He shouted back, "can he put one on now?".
"Sure", said the assistant, returning with the onesies, "but once he's worn them I can't accept returns"
"That's fine", He said.
The assistant pointed towards the fitting rooms - "you can put it on in one of those"
I went over to one of the fitting rooms. They had a curtain that I could pull to change in private, but He had other ideas.
"Don't close them - take your t-shirt off and put this on", He said, passing me one of the onesies.
I blushed a bright red. He couldn't seriously expect me to put that on in front of the assistant and the other people in the shop. Seeing my hesitation, he raised an eyebrow and gave me a look to do as I was told.
I unclipped the dungarees and let them drop to the floor. Then I removed my dirty t-shirt and put the onesie on over my head. As I bent down to fasten the crotch snaps, he said, "I'll do that".
He stepped forward and fastened the crotch-snaps over my nappy. Then he pulled the dungarees back up and fastened the shoulder straps, before unbuttoning the sides. Now you could see that I was wearing a onesie under the dungarees. Worse, you could see the nappy outline clearly under the stretched fabric of the onesie.
"Excellent, that looks much better", He said and then looked at me, "go and pay for these".
While I paid for the CB6000S and the onesies, He asked the assistant whether the shop sold Foley catheters. Luckily for me, the shop didn't - unluckily, the assistant told Him where He could get them.
"I want them in case he starts thinking about staying dry", He said to the assistant.
"Good idea!", said the assistant as I punched the PIN number into the card-terminal.
We walked down the centre of Compton Street with me becoming very aware of the need to piss. I hadn't pissed since we had left the apartment and I didn't want to flood my nappy in case it leaked. I held it until we went into the Admiral Duncan pub. Inside it was reasonably dark and stood while he went to the bar to get us drinks. While standing, trying to ignore the looks of some of the other guys in there, I pissed myself in lots of short bursts. By the time he came back, I had managed to empty my bladder without the nappy leaking.
After a couple of drinks, he took me to several other pubs before settling on a fetish club he knew. It ran nights for adult babies and diaper lovers, so being a new member of the latter community, he decided we should go there. At the door, He told me to remove my dungarees and check them in.
This time, I didn't hesitate. I removed my dungarees and checked them in, along with the other purchases, with the cloakroom attendant.
Now I became very aware of my full state. Completely smooth, my legs felt every tiny bit of a breeze. The bulk around my waist was starting to cause the onesie to sag slightly. However, it also held the wet nappy against me so I couldn't walk in the same way as usual. I resigned myself to a slight waddle instead.
Once again, I had held my piss - and once again, I let it go bit by bit as He fetched yet more to drink.
He was clearly no stranger to the club and introduced me to several of his friends. The self-conscious part was diminishing as the alcohol took hold. He went to the bathroom leaving me talking with some of my new-found acquaintances and then returned with his pint glass filled. In the semi-darkness, I hoped no-one really noticed the difference in colour between his piss and the lager they had in their glasses. Whichever way, I drank it.
As part of the conversation, He and I were invited to a `night of fun' at one of His friend's houses. As soon as He accepted the invite, he and my new friend went out of earshot and I could see both talking, occasionally looking at me, and (if I read the body language correctly) generally agreeing on something. He came back grinning wildly.
"Glad I came out tonight", he said, "we should enjoy ourselves when we go over".
He reached over and felt my nappy.
"Filling nicely", he said approvingly.
I pissed in silent agreement. This nappy was holding up well, I thought!
The guy that had invited us to the night of fun said he had to go to the bathroom. He stopped him and suggested an alternative - looking towards me.
"Ok", said the guy!
He came over to me and unpopped my onesie, revealing my pretty heavy nappy. It really sagged under the weight of His and my piss.
"Piss in the back of this", He said to the guy, turning me round and holding the back of my nappy open.
The guy did as he was told and before long, I felt a hot stream of piss hitting my lower back and running down into my nappy. A crowd gathered round to watch and I could feel myself blushing again. He seemed to piss forever, before finally stopping. The back of my nappy was absolutely soaked and I could feel some piss running down the back of my legs where he had missed, or worse - perhaps the nappy had finally reached its capacity.
Several hands had been feeling the front of my nappy while the guy was pissing in it, and I was sporting a massive erection inside the confines of the cage. I could really feel the pressure on my cock and wondered how I would fare inside the smaller cage.
He fastened up my onesie over my now massive nappy. I have no idea how it managed to hold so much, but it did!
When the onesie was pulled around my nappy, I could feel the liquid inside it trying to move around and every time I moved, liquid ran in and out of my cage, heightening my horny state and driving me insane with lust.
"Now say `thank you' to the nice man", He said.
I spun around and dropped to my knees, taking the guys cock into my mouth. Right there, in front of everyone, I started sucking the guy off. It might have been the alcohol, but I remember him having a lovely cock - and I went to town on it. I can deep throat and have often had compliments on the way I give blow-jobs (I am a sub, so I should, right?), and before long his balls lifted and he came in my mouth. As he calmed down, I cleaned every drop of spunk off him and sat back on my haunches, catching my breath.
"Actually, I only meant you to say thank you", He said, "but, whatever works ... good show, well done".
As I stood up, I realised that my onesie above the nappy waistline was wet. Clearly, the guy had a poor aim and the onesie had absorbed the result. So much for new and clean clothing!
By this time, I was beginning to feel tipsy. The alcohol had started to make my head spin a little. He noticed I had begun to slur my words a little and took me back to the cloakroom. I recovered my dungarees and put them on. Grabbing the purchases, we headed back out of the club and grabbed a cab.
I must say that I learned a new respect for Bambino nappies. This one had managed to survive a full evening of drinking and several full bladders being emptied into it. As we arrived back at the apartment, while waiting for Him to pay the cabbie, I let go and another flood of piss hit the already soaked nappy. It finally gave way and I could feel piss running down the inside of my legs and into my trainers. I was too drunk to care and carried on pissing, forgetting that I was also wetting my new onesie.
When we got back to the apartment, I removed my trainers and realised how much I had wet my dungarees.
He was smiling broadly as I looked somewhat sheepishly at him ...
"I'm a bit wet", I said
"I know", he said, "that's why you need nappies, isn't it?"
I nodded with happy acceptance and we headed towards the living room ...
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