Chapter 1: Nikki's Upset Stomach

Nikki is a professional, trained and working as a Year 2000 Computer Specialist. Needless to say, here job is nothing but stress and it will not get better for a year or two more! She is 34, is in generally good health, married to Tom.

Tom, 38, is a self-employed consultant for several fortune 500 clients in the area of logistics, you know, where to ship from, where to build production sites, where to build warehouses, that sort of thing. He is very good at his work and has the bank balance to prove it.

Nikki & Tom are, more or less, happy. Nikki met Tom on a job site he was consulting on. She was there to layout the data network and she landed Tom as a bonus. For the last 3 years, life could have been heaven...but it wasn't. Tom's job takes him all over but not for long and not very often. He actually only works about 6 months out of the year.

Nikki, on the other hand, works non-stop, sometimes 80 hrs a week and hasn't taken a real break in 2 years. Although she looks very attractive, the picture of health, she has been experiencing more and more upset stomachs and diarrhea than one should. She's been writing it off to too much greasy fast food and not enough sleep. Tom worries about her, especially since she has only increased her workload for the last three months.

The last straw was when she had an uncontrollable bout of the runs, so bad she did not make the restroom. She had been holding it so hard on the way to the bathroom that the muscles just let go and the mess splattered, noisily, into her panties. She couldn't believe it; she had messed her pantsuit! She made it to the bathroom, too late, but grabbed a handful of towels and went into a stall. She cleaned up as best she could and left early, telling the boss she felt ill. He never looked up with his acknowledgement.

Tom finally talked Nikki into seeing a Dr after she had another unusually severe case of the runs that caused her to have to mop the bathroom tile. She was wearing two pairs of panties now and a spare in her purse.

While in the waiting room, the nurse asked Tom to fill out the paperwork. Nikki is still feeling some of the remnants of the previous day. Pepto and Imodium haven't worked yet. She quickly stands and heads for the toilet only to see it is in use! She squirms a bit and Tom goes to her, "Are you alright?" She nods and tries to smile as she feels her bottom start to dilate despite her best efforts. At that instant, the door opens and an elderly lady leaves and Nikki slips in without even touching the door. Another disaster narrowly averted.

When they finally get to see the Dr, Tom is allowed to stay. The Dr, a kindly, older gentleman, asked Nikki all about her recent events, sleep, eating, bowel, sex & drinking habits. She blushes a time or two (and so does Tom) but the doctor never indicates anything out of the ordinary. He requests that Tom wait outside and asks the attending nurse to prepare Nikki for a rectal exam. Tom waits quietly, contemplating Nikki's fate.

Nikki has had all manner of exams before but has never enjoyed being probed. The nurse administers an enema and requests that Nikki hold it as long as she can. Almost immediately she runs to the toilet. When she returns to the table, she explains to the nurse that she is still so weak and her stomach/bowels are completely empty!

The Dr returns a few minutes later, applies KY jelly to his fresh exam gloves and applies a small amount to Nikki's anus and tells her, "This won't hurt but you may feel a little discomfort."

At that Nikki gasps, "That's an understatement, Doc!" She can feel him probing and prodding, nothing sexual but it is embarrassing that she is feeling a bit of excitement at the wandering digit inside her.

When he finishes examining her, he asks Tom back into the room. With her butt still well lubricated, she feels strange sitting on the table. The Dr says, "I'm not an expert and I think you should see one, but I believe, Nikki, that you are suffering from IBS or Irritable Bowel Syndrome. It is quite common and I've had other patients with it. You really should see a specialist and have a lower GI series done."

Tom's jaw hits the ground, Nikki's eyes get very wide and she asks, "So what do they do for this IBS? Drugs, surgery, is it curable?"

The doctor replies, "It is manageable, let me stress that, there is still a lot not known about IBS. However, many people live fairly normal lives around it." With that, Tom hugs Nikki to show his undying love and unconditional support because this sounds like something that might test a normal relationship.

As they leave the doctor's office, Nikki sits quietly, Tom on the other hand is chattering away about it not being that bad, life goes on and she could use a little rest.

The next few days are quiet until the day before Nikki's appointment with the specialist. She has been much better the last few days but the procedure she is about to have requires a fair bit of prep. For one, nothing but clear liquids for dinner and she had to take a laxative with it. Also, she had to drink some foul tasting stuff that flushed her bowels in 30 minutes. She was feeling very weak and Tom helped her to bed.

The next day she had to insert a suppository and then use one of the disposable enemas. If she wasn't empty now, it wasn't her fault. Plus not being able to eat breakfast, she was thankful that she had an early appointment. Bless his heart, Tom was totally supportive the whole time, helping her with the frequent trips to the bathroom. She didn't know it but he was starting to get pretty turned on by all the expelling. If she hadn't been in so much discomfort, he'd have asked for a repeat performance.

At the doctor's office Tom waited while Nikki had all manner of things poked and prodded around her cute little butt. He could only imagine how embarrassing it was for her, and somehow that made him want to be there that much more. Of course reality was probably much different than his imagination but he could dream.

As Nikki waited on the table for the tech to help her get prepped, the nurse asked her if she had performed all the procedures. She answered yes and the tech asked her to get on her knees and put her head down, to get ready for the nozzle that would be used to pump the barium solution into her lower bowel. She glimpsed the nozzle and notice that it had two larger parts and attachments for something else.

She cringed a bit as he applied the KY jelly to her rectum and the nurse told her to relax. It started out fairly easy, but she could feel the larger part of it being snaked into her, bit by bit. When it was over, she was relieved that it stopped after the first large part. The nurse explained that they were now going to inflate the internal collar and then the external collar. The nurse also explained that when she was taken to the xray area, they would attach the free end to a barium tank and would pump it into her lower abdomen.

As she was walked into the xray area, the sensation in her rear was strange, unusual, even funny feeling. The tech asked her to lie on another table in the same position as before and he attached the barium to the nozzle. As the fluid was pumped in, Nikki could feel the pressure build in her gut. A few times she asked them to stop and they did, asked her to roll over onto her left side and they continued. A few times they asked her to hold still while they checked the status.

They finally got as much as was needed to fill her lower bowel and boy did she feel like she needed to go as bad as she ever had but the nozzle was doing the job it was designed to do.

They asked her to get in different positions on the table and took xrays. After what seemed to be an eternity of contortions with a full colon, she was told they would drain her now. This was a new experience; they opened the valve and the barium solution emptied into a container. Slowly the pressure in her gut eased and she started to feel better.

When they had finished draining her, she thought it must surely be about over but the next phase was about to start. They then pumped air into her bowel for another set of xrays!

Would it ever end? It did finally, they let the air out and administered a small amount of enema solution and then took her to the restroom to allow her to expel the remaining barium solution. LOUD! That's what she thought to herself, the whole hospital must have heard the mess blowing out her abused backside. She was finally allowed to dress and Tom was asked to come back to have a conference with the doctor.

"Well, we don't have all the results," started the doctor, "but it looks like you have a fairly serious case of irritable bowel syndrome. What that really means is we didn't find anything and this is a general term for a wide range of symptoms."

"What now?" questioned Tom. Nikki drops her head; not really wanting to hear the words and also to fight the pressure she was feeling in her rectum, hoping it was only air!

The doctor took his glasses off, wiped his forehead and continued, "The thing you have to realize is that this is not the end of the world. You will have to change the way you live but you can still live a long, happy life."

"Changes?" Nikki asks, "What kind of changes?"

"First," the doctor starts, "you will have to modify your diet. Here's a list of foods that can cause a flair up." He hands a list to Nikki and continues, "You would do well to join a support group, they have as good a handle on this as anyone."

The doctor explains some of the problems with IBS and the fact that she may always have times when it will flair up. He also told her some people have good luck with non-traditional treatments such as daily enemas, fiber laxatives and some herbal treatments.

With this information, they thanked the doctor and left quietly. Tom was driving down to the pharmacy to get Nikki's anti-spasmodic medicine. Nikki was sitting, staring into space. It could be worse...it was worse! An upset stomach had become life altering.

At home Nikki looked over her literature and called a support group, they are local and have meetings at the local mall meeting area every 3rd Tuesday, that's next week.

Nikki finds that anything greasy will set her off. Also, the nectar of all computer types, coffee, also causes her problems. Now that she knows, these things she no longer has those accidents that sent her home crying with a mess in her pants. And for no reason, sometimes she had a flair up. It is enough to make her consider some form of protection, for heaven sakes, a diaper by any other name! How embarrassing can this ailment get?

Tom went with her to the meeting of the local IBS support group. They were all nice people, sufferers and their spouses/friends. As they shared their experiences, Nikki realized that she had the symptoms all her life, it was only of late that it had become a major problem.

One person told of using Fibercon to help buffer the contents of his colon, diluting the symptoms. Another expressed the great results she had with early morning enemas of baking soda solution. Tom was coming to the notion that Nikki might be at home more and anything he could do to promote that was going to be his goal. Nikki needs help and Tom was devoted to her. A plan was hatching in Tom's mind. Another person told of horrible events, uncontrollable expulsions and the final straw, resorting to adult disposable briefs, diapers by any other name. Tom's plan was finished!

On the way home Tom said he'd drop Nikki off and pick up the things they heard about in the support group meeting. All of them had merit and Nikki was willing to try almost anything...almost. Tom bought Fibercon, enema equipment and Imodium AD. As a calculated risk he also gets a package of Attends. Next he goes to the herb store. At the herb store, he buys dandelion (a diuretic), valerian (a sedative), and something called colon cleanser! On the way home, he thinks about the coming days, this was going to be very interesting and it would help Nikki live again, if somewhat differently.

When Tom arrived home, he placed everything on shelves in the garage, out of site. Tom asked Nikki what she wanted to try first. Being less than thrilled with any of them, she opted for the fiber laxative. Tom, smiles to himself and goes to the garage, pours out the Fibercon tablets into a jar and poured the colon cleanser into it!

Tom got a glass of water and gave Nikki 2 capsules. She took them and Tom remembered what the clerk at the store told him, "It will help most people with IBS but it also produces large bowel movements and often, sometimes without very little warning."

He told her that the clerk at the herb shop had some other suggestions and he had bought some of them. Nikki nodded that, in time, she would try them all.

They went to bed early, Nikki was feeling run down and feared an attack if she did not get some rest. Tom, pleased with himself, slept and dreamed of times to come, Nikki at home!

When she awoke Nikki felt much better, but very, very full in her bowel. This was the first time she had not had a runny bowel in days! As she got up, she could feel the urge grow, quickly. On the way to the bathroom, she could feel the pressure force her rectum open. Nikki did make but just barely! She would have to watch this. Although she was in no pain, the sense of urgency was only slightly less.

Tom watched with one eye cracked, she was feeling better but not cured. If he worked it right, she would be asking for 'protection' with 48 hours. With any luck, she would need it and not just for her week bowels.

After her trip to the bathroom, Nikki was feeling much better. Tom brought her a glass of water and her 'medicine' to continue the treatments. She told Tom, "Hey, this is as good as I've felt in weeks, I'm going to work, just for half a day."

Tom, grimaced and finally smiled, "If you think you are up to it, go for it. Don't over due it, though." He was hoping she'd try to go to work soon but maybe today was pushing it too much, time would tell.

Nikki had an uneventful trip to work and a very productive morning. Around 10:30 she decided to take a break, she was feeling a fullness in her bottom again but didn't feel any urgency. As she walked to the break room, she suddenly felt the pressure building very fast, worse than this morning but still not like the episodes of weeks before. She headed for the bathroom; sure she would have no problem. As she got closer, the pressure was building faster and she feared an accident might happen. No pain, no discomfort, just the pressure of need to take a good dump. She steered to the closest stall and hiked her dress up and her pantyhose down in one motion, plopped down and had a large bowel movement, without an accident. Well, she decided she would go home now.

When Nikki arrived home, Tom had already finished his work for the day. She kissed him while he checked his email one last time. He asked about her day. She said, "Not bad, I'm actually feeling much better but I'm still having to go to the bathroom quite a bit."

Nikki tells Tom, "I think I'll try to go to work for a while tomorrow. What's for lunch?"

Tom walks into the kitchen, "I was fixing some soup and a sandwich. What would you like?"

"Well," she ponders, "do we have any pizzas in the freezer?" Tom shakes his head and points to the list he has on the fridge, anything with tomatoes is 'banned' from consumption. Nikki pouts and gives in, settling for some of Tom's soup and a sandwich of her own.

Before bed, Tom gave Nikki another dose of her medicine. She should be about ready now. With any luck, the pressure in her bowels would also apply pressure to her bladder. Just a little longer now.

The next morning, Nikki got up a little earlier and headed straight for the bathroom. She was not quite desperate but she needed to pee and on the way the urge to poop made the early rising a necessary trip. After Nikki's shower, she put on two pairs of panties, placed an overnight feminine pad in them and carried an extra pair of panties in her purse.

The trip to work was uneventful again. The early part of the morning was productive, just like yesterday but she did have to pee very suddenly. As she got up to make her way to the bathroom, she felt a trickle of urine escape. No problem, she had the pad. Once again, on the way to the bathroom, the urge to expel a load was overwhelming and a small amount squeezed past her anus into her oversized pad. She was horrified but no horrible accident!

She once again decided that she'd had enough today and cleaned up and went home. On the way home she decided something more drastic was in order. She needed greater protection. Something that wouldn't let her down. Oh my goodness, she was actually considering wearing a diaper to prevent accidents from ruining her clothes. She was too embarrassed to stop and buy them herself so she decided to make Tom do it when she got home.

Tom was working on a project for a client, a new distribution center, when Nikki came in. She started out strong and gradually broke down as she told Tom about her day. He stood and hugged her, holding her tight, comforting her. Then she mumbled to Tom, "Would you go get me some 'protection' to keep my clothes clean?"

"Yes," he says, feeling he was almost screaming, "of course, anything you need, just ask." He couldn't imagine how things could have turned out any better, she asked for them!

Tom got in the car, threw the diapers back into the trunk and headed out to drive down the road a bit. On the way back he planned phase two, complete dependence on diapers. The trip home was quick, he didn't go anywhere. He parked the car, carried the Attends in and put them in the bedroom closet. Nikki was sleeping and started stirring when he closed the closet door. She woke up more fully and headed for the bathroom, nearly pissing herself, knowing that the urge to poop was close behind, literally.

When she returned, she plopped down on the bed and told Tom, "I'm really feeling much better but I still can't stay out of the bathroom. Did you get the, you know?"

Tom nodded and asked, "Yes, we might as well get them out and have a look at them." With that he open the closet, pulled out the package, opened it and removed one. It was white and huge. Tom looked at her, looked at it, "Let's see how it fits, you might as well see now and get a feel for it."

With that she fell back onto the bed and pushed the covers back. Tom helped her pull her double panties down and noticed a brown streak in them. He got the wipes out and lovingly cleaned her and lifted her and placed the unfolded diaper under her. He was getting excited and she seemed to not be as bothered by it as she started to be. His hand was trembling as he pulled the tapes and fastened her in.

She sat up and asked, "Well, how do I look? Will it make PlayBoy?"

"Honey, you will always be my favorite 'tape-up' if you know what I mean," said Tom, admiring his handiwork.

She gets up and pulls on a pair of dress pants. Tom makes a look she takes to mean probably not. She walks to the closet and hears them rustle, not good. She finds a nice skirt and pulls the pants off and put the skirt on. Tom nodded his approval but they still rustled. She rummaged through her drawer and found a light control panty, pulled it on over the diaper. The rustle is nearly inaudible, perfect. Tomorrow's wardrobe was ready but Tom was ready now. She notices his raging manhood.

He notices her nipples are getting hard, he slips his hand down her diaper and notices she is already wet. He lays her back down on the bed, pulls the tapes and peels the diaper front down. They made love like never before. They cuddled for what seemed like hours and then Tom got an idea. He cleaned her up with a wipe and refastened the diaper. She looked at him strangely but smiled any way.

"Might as well sleep in it and get used to it," he said, "It might even let you rest a little better. I've seen how you rush to the bathroom in the morning."

"Yes," she said, "I have problems making it before it is too late. BTW, I better take my medicine before I forget it."

They awake in the morning and she sits up, Tom rises as well and asked, "How do you feel?"

She got a wicked look on her face and snickered, "I'm not going to make it this morning!" With that her face turned red, she was blushing as she rocked up onto her knees and filled her diaper. When she stood to go to the bathroom, she stood still and Tom saw the wetness strips turn, knowing she was peeing as well. She continued into the bathroom and heard the shower come on.

While Nikki was showering, Tom prepared her briefcase. He put in 3 diapers, a small pack of wipes and a single red rose in the pen slot.

Chapter 2: A New Life Style

The transformation was complete!

When she got out of the shower, Tom was waiting with a fresh disposable diaper spread out on the bed with powder, oil and her control top panties. Nikki sat on the bed, fell back and pull her legs, slightly apart, up toward her ample chest. Tom lifted her up slightly and place the diaper squarely under her. He applied oil and powdered her, trying to not give away his growing excitement! As Tom fastened the last tape, Nikki looked up at him, smiled and leaned forward, kissed him and pulled her control panties on.

As she continued dressing, Tom just sat back, daydreaming. Nikki snapped him out of it by asking to be zipped up in the back by sitting in his lap with her blouse open in the back. She noticed, even through the diaper, the stiffness in his pajamas. She wiggled seductively and then he zipped the blouse. She said, "That will have to hold you till tonight, big boy! Where are my supplies?"

Tom stammered, "Uh, Oh! I put some supplies in your briefcase, you will be OK. How about I meet you for lunch at Jimi's, say 11:30?"

She nods, kisses him again and slips into her shoes and leaves. Tom hears the door close and daydreams a bit more about the night to come.

At work, Nikki feels secure in her new wardrobe but a little selfconscious about the diaper, fearing that everyone could hear her rustle as she walked to the various offices she visited during the day.

All was well until about 10:45, she was feeling a full bladder and new that the urge to poop would soon follow. She picked up her purse and, under cover of an open briefcase, put a few wipes and a diaper into her purse. Hmm, she felt urine escape her but knew she was in no danger. Strangely, she felt a little excited at the warm feeling. She decided to not fight the urge when the next wave came upon her.

As she closed, just barely, her purse Nikki knew she'd need a bigger bag to hold a diaper. Oh no! A diaper bag, what next, she thought. Just then the next wave of pressure hit her in the bladder and she tried not to hold it back. She was unsuccessful but the pressure on in her bowel was pushing her rear open and she was helpless to hold it back any longer. She stood to walk to the bathroom, knowing what was about to happen, when the act of standing forced a small load past her rectum. No turning back, she held it as best she could but the battle was all but over. The only thing keeping the mess in now was the fact that no more could make its way into the diaper with the control panty holding it firmly against her backside. It felt oddly erotic!

Once in the bathroom, she looked at the stalls, nobody home. She slipped into the handicapped stall, she should qualify, right? Behind the closed door she pulls her skirt up, her panties down and the rest of the mess followed into the diaper! She could smell it now.

Nikki pulled the tapes, starting at the top, hoping this would not be too messy. She didn't have too bad a time, dumping the most of it in the toilet and folding the used wipes into the used 'protection' device.

This had not been her best experience but it was working. She might be able to maintain a near normal schedule if this was a normal day! Just as she was pulling a new diaper out, she heard a few co-workers enter and begin talking office gossip. Being very paranoid she did not finish with the new diaper just yet. Instead she zipped her purse back up and decided to try the next hour or so till lunch like a 'big girl!'

She worked for what seemed to be only a few minutes before she got a call. "Hello," she said into the phone

The voice asked, "Did you forget about our date?"

"Be right there, SORRY!" she dropped the phone into the cradle and stood and realized she had probably made a mistake in not getting another diaper on. She grabbed her purse and almost ran to the bathroom. Two stalls are in use and she makes it to the free one and narrowly misses another accidental mess. She prays that the two other stalls will vacate soon and they do. She pulls the fresh diaper out and realizes she has never put one on before, let alone by herself while standing!

She thinks for a moment and the pulls her control panties up enough to hold the diaper from falling down. Then she pulls the back part up and pulls the bottom tape on the right and fastens it to the front panel. Nikki repeats the procedure on the left and continues up to the top. Well, another learning opportunity conquered!

She pulls her control panties back up, settles her blouse and dress and leaves the stall. She walks toward the garbage can to drop the used diaper in when the door starts to open. Panic sets in and she tosses it from 5 feet away. Luck is on her side and as the door opens, the diaper settles to the bottom of the can. Nikki washes her hands, takes a little more paper towel than most and drops it into the can, covering most of the diaper.

She quickly heads out to meet Tom for lunch, feeling quite pleased that she managed the crisis without coming apart.

Chapter 3: Changes

Freshly diapered, feeling confident, Nikki finally made her way to Jimi's, a trendy spot not too far from her work. Tom was seated, a menu set at the remaining place waiting for her. Nikki slid into the seat and said, "Sorry, I had a little cleanup to do." She blushed a little and Tom smiled.

Tom queried, "Was it a problem?"

"No," she responded, "it was nothing major. I guess I got silly and decided to not use another one when I changed earlier because there were people in the bathroom. I didn't want them to hear."

"Oh," Tom nodded, "so you already changed once and then didn't re-apply?" He was careful not to speak to loudly nor too descriptively.

"Well, it was close but," she paused as the waiter asked for her order and she pointed to the tuna salad before continuing, "I made it and am 'safe and secure' again." With that she smiled at Tom and wiggled her butt, trying to get a crinkle for him to hear but to no avail.

They made chit-chat over lunch, not discussing the subject further until Tom had paid and they were ready to part. "Are you OK to go back to work," Tom asked?

"Sure," she said, "I've got 2 left and it shouldn't be a problem." With that they kissed and she left for the office while Tom pondered the next step of the master plan, more time at home! He set off for home.

When Nikki returned to work, she felt a small pressure in her bladder. Knowing she was safe, she ignored it, hoping it would 'resolve' itself. It did not so she forced a bit of pee into her previously dry diaper. The warmth soaked in and she savored the tingle.

It was not until almost 4pm that she felt the next urge, the OTHER urge. While she was pleased that she was no longer in pain and in no danger of having an accident, the thought of pooping herself was not a good thing to have happen at work. She decided to stay put and see how this played out. While sitting she felt the push from inside force the back hole slightly open. Just enough forced itself out to hold her anus open. So far so good but the feeling was starting to arouse her. Not much work was going to get done now!

Just then a co-worker stopped in, Rick, to ask about a mutual project. They spoke about it briefly and then the subject turned to Rick's illness earlier last year. Rick had suffered a stroke and was only working 2 days, half a days at that, a week. He had been off for several months and walked with a limp and cane when he first returned.

"So, Rick," Nikki started, "how are you feeling these days? You seem a lot better, almost better than before you were ill." Rick seated himself and Nikki thought she heard that unmistakable sound of a diaper.

Rick leaned back in the chair and said, "Well, I feel great, I get almost as much work done, my clients don't complain and my medical problems are, by contrast, pretty small."

Nikki, screwing up her courage, asked the question, "What kind of problems do you have, if you don't mind?"

"OH," he said, "I used to be very afraid for anyone to know but I'll tell you, I lost control of my bladder and bowels when I had the stroke. They said I'd be that way for life. I still wear diapers because I don't have enough control to keep from wetting or messing myself. I've gotten used to it over the last year. Enemas and fiber help me control the time and method of my bowel evacuations. Wetting is not a problem, almost any diaper will hold for at least a few hours."

Stunned yet relieved she said, "Diapers, my goodness, I thought I was the only one! I was diagnosed with an irritable bowel and have had accidents so I started just yesterday."

Rick asked, "How's your husband taking it? Liz has been a life saver for me, she's been so supportive that I probably would have wasted away if not for her."

"Tom is an angel," replied Nikki, "he has been very supportive and even goes with me to the support group meetings."

A bond was forged that afternoon and they parted friends with a mutual trust that only those on the inside could ever appreciate.

Now Nikki's attention moved back to her own problems at hand, an in- progress bowel movement. It was now almost time to head home and she decided to brave the last few minutes in her chair. The pressure was building and she was tempted to stand and let it go but decided to wait 5 more minutes before heading directly home.

The last 5 minutes passed slowly and she finally got up to head down to the car. Walking calmly and briskly, she felt the passage of still more poop. Her walking was working it up and down the only spaces it could fill with her tight control panties on. She sniffed the air and decided to take the stairs, the elevator being to confined.

When she reached the car she got in and felt the new sensation of a squishy mess. Nikki took a moment to get used to it and suddenly wished Tom were there. She drove home, shifting her bottom often to see if she could enhance the feel. Traffic was a little backed up and she leaned forward and pulled herself up by the wheel to see if she could force a bit more out. Only a bit more escaped but it was enough. With it came a flood of urine that she'd been holding since mid afternoon.

When she arrived home Tom was sitting at his desk, working and did not notice her entry. Tom was almost startled at hear her move into his office. She grinned at him and said, "I didn't make it home clean. Gotta go clean up before supper."

With that Tom got up and offered, "Oh, can I help? I'm just finishing my work here."

She motioned him to follow and was secretly pleased. Tom started to become excited. Once in the bedroom, Tom eased her down onto the bed, pulled her skirt up, her panties down and she motioned him to stop because she wanted to get up and go to the bathroom. She motioned for Tom to follow again. As she walked to the bathroom, her pent up bowels forcefully and loudly finished the long delayed poop.

Tom put a towel on the bathroom floor and Nikki tried to sit down on it, mostly managing to squish her very full diaper all over her pretty backside. As Tom popped the tapes on her disposable, he reached to turn on the exhaust fan. "Whew," he said, "you packed this one full, didn't you?" Nikki nodded in agreement.

Once he had the diaper down, he lifted her butt up and wiped as much as he could with the clean part of the diaper. It was then that he noticed that she had peed quite heavily into this diaper and wondered if she was doing it on purpose or as a side effect of the extreme pressure in her bladder from having very full bowels.

Tom placed a fresh diaper in place and oiled her liberally, massaging her intimately. She was becoming aroused as well and pulled him toward her, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants. She dropped his briefs and massaged him to his full potential and pulled him on top of her. He did not object and they made love like they had not done since they were dating.

After both of them were fully satisfied Tom finally finished powdering Nikki and taped the only slightly soggy diaper in place, knowing it would be changed again before bedtime.

After a bland supper and Nikki's medication, she ponders to Tom, "Did you get any enema equipment? Because I spoke to someone at work today that, oddly enough, has a similar problem but due to a stroke. He says that an early morning enema and fiber have helped him manage his bowel incontinence problems."

"Uh, as a matter of fact," Tom pauses, "I did get a 2 quart bag. Early morning, huh. Who was the guy you spoke with?"

"Oh," she continues, "it was Rick, he's a contract guy. I think you met him and his wife, Liz at the Christmas party a few years back. He had a stroke and lost control of his bowels and bladder as a result."

Tom hadn't planned on introducing enemas for a while yet but this was an unexpected bonus. Feeling fortified, he decided to add yet another element to the scenario, dandelion, to help her learn how to pee more freely. He decides to raise the topic, "Honey, I've also heard that taking a mild diuretic will help get some of the fluid out of your bowel to make the urges less urgent. What do you think?"

"I'd do almost anything to keep from messing myself 4 times a day!" she said.

"Well," he adds, "it might make you have to pee a bit more. Would that be a problem?" He was secretly hoping she'd not realize what she was agreeing to.

"No," she said, "that hasn't been a problem so far. Heck, I'm already wearing a diaper! What's the worst that could happen, I pee myself? Hardly my worst fear." She wouldn't mind peeing herself at all. The messing was not that bad but once a day would be plenty.

Tom was very pleased with himself now and got up to get her a diuretic dose with plenty of fluid no less! He handed her one and told her it would be taken normally with all of her other medicines.

They sat on the couch, Tom with Nikki reclined into him, when Nikki said, "Uh oh! I think I just wet myself. I better go to the bathroom, a mess usually follows."

Tom replied, "Ah, give it time, the movie isn't over yet. Besides, the diuretic might be helping already."

She leaned back against Tom and waited till the end of the movie. Almost 10pm and still no bowel movement but she had peed twice more. Not a bad trade off. It was now time for bed and she and Tom went to the bedroom. Tom asked if she needed help changing, she said she could manage but he was more than welcome to help. He pulled a new diaper out and put it on the bed, Nikki pulled the tapes of her current one let it hit the floor. Standing there, naked from the waist down, she looked as lovely as he had ever remembered.

She rolled the used one up and dropped it into the bathroom garbage and went back to the bed, handing Tom a wipe indicating he was to use it on her. He cleaned her and guided her to the new diaper. She smiled as he oiled and powdered her then pulled the front up and fastened the tapes.

Well, 24 hours in disposables and she survived. This was a change, no pun intended, but she could learn to live with it. To be honest, she could even learn to savor the added attention she received.

Chapter 4: The Roto-Rooter Man

Morning came like any other except that Nikki was already feeling a very full bladder. She was about to get up when she decided to just let it flow. The warmth was spreading as she felt the spreading wetness.

Tom was stirred to awareness and looked over at Nikki, she was smiling that wicked grin. He knew something was up and grinned back. Nikki pulled his hand to her daipered crotch and he, too, felt the warmth of fresh urine. He was feeling very turned on but not for sex, he wanted to continue the 'games' that they had began just a few days ago!

"Nikki," he started, "you are doing that on purpose!" Then he scooped her up in his arms, hugged her and turned her over and playfully spanked her diapered butt once.

She giggled loudly and replied, "Oh, I was feeling lazy and what the heck, we were going to through it away in a few minutes any way."

He asked the question, "Did you mess yet?" He waited for the response and was not ready for what he heard.

"NO!" she exclaimed, "I completely forgot about it and I haven't. Wow! Maybe we are getting the mix right."

"Well," said Tom, "Do you think we should continue with the other procedures, the enemas?"

She hesitated and said, "Yep, there's a mess in there somewhere and I'd rather get it out of my system here than at work in an hour! Let's go." With that she stood up and Tom noticed the droopy diaper and Nikki noticed Tom's gaze. She wiggled her butt and pulled it back up a bit to no avail and then walked to the bathroom.

Tom was getting more excited as he spread the towel onto the floor and then filled the water bottle with a solution of soap and a touch of soap. Nikki was on the floor on her back, diaper still in place. Tom finished hooking up the hose and hung the bag on the door handle. He got down on the floor next to Nikki and undid the tapes carefully, thinking it might get reused. Tom rolled her onto her left side, still mostly on the diaper. He drained the line of air, lubed it with KY and then applied more to Nikki's little bud.

"Ready?" Tom asked, "Its now or never!" She was already nodding agreement and he gently popped the nozzle into her rectum and opened the clamp, slowly at first.

She remembered the medical flush and drain of a week or so ago and was braced for the worst. It did not happen, this was like peeing her diaper except the warmth was now in her belly and the pressure was building instead of releasing. Tom was massaging her tummy and she was almost falling asleep. Just then she felt a small cramp and cringed a bit. Tom stopped the flow and massaged her tummy some more.

He told her, "Just a bit more, its only 2 quarts." With that he released the clamp again, determined to help her get the "FULL" benefit. She took it all, her belly slightly distended. He couldn't help but notice the slightly pregnant look, coupled with her still sitting in the used diaper.

"What now?" she questioned, "Can I get up now?"

"No, I think you should stay there for a few minutes to let it get the full effect," he said, hoping she'd have a strong urge soon.

"Um, it feels like I need to go REAL bad!" she said slightly urgently.

"OK," he pretended to think a bit, "how about we put the diaper back on to prevent any accidents?"

She nodded and Tom did it, noticing that the tapes were farther apart than they had been. Tom rolled her back onto her back and massaged her tummy again. After only 3 minutes she gasped and her tired rectum release a small brown flood. She started to sit up and Tom told her to just be still, it was alright.

After a full 10 minutes Tom told her, "OK, let's get that diaper off and let you drain!"

She nodded, "Thank goodness, I thought I was going to flood this thing!"

As he popped the tapes Tom noticed a nice brown stain in the back of her already soaked diaper. She got up and plopped down on the toilet, letting go everything that was left. She felt the massive slush literally blow out her anus, wave after wave. The relief was very welcome and very erotic to her.

Tom asked her, "How do you feel? Better?"

She nodded and with that Tom folded up the stained diaper and said, "When you are through, I'll have breakfast ready." He left her on the throne, still passing the remains of the enema.

After a few minutes, she finally finished and wiped herself. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked slimmer, better than before she was married. Hmm, maybe this way of life was agreeing with her. She got into the shower and forgot about all her troubles and just relaxed.

While Nikki was showering, Tom fixed a breakfast of Raisin Bran, toast and decaf coffee. He brought it up to the bedroom and put it next to the bed and proceeded to clean up the morning's equipment while Nikki showered. After that he placed a fresh disposable diaper on the bed, ready for her. When she came out of the bathroom, it was all in place. Tom guided her to the bed, diapered her in the usual manner, and served her breakfast with all of her medicines. Sitting there in just a diaper and a towel on her head, she looked lovely!

Nikki was feeling excellent, no mess this morning although the enemas would be a new routine to get used to. After breakfast, she finished getting ready for work. Feeling brave she decided to try her favorite pant suit. It fit nicely and the control panties contoured the diaper bulges in all the right spots. Tom winked his approval, they kissed and she left for work on schedule.

On the way to work she felt a slight urge to pee and she tried to let it happen but it would not start. Oh well, so much the better, she thought. As she rode the elevator to her floor, the urge hit again, this time a trickle managed to sneak out. She smiled to herself. All day this was the case, a small trickle here, a little stream there. She was not noticeably feeling wet but the weight of the diaper was starting to increase and she could feel the squeeze of the control panties ever more. But, so far no poop!

Nikki had lunch in her office to try to get caught up and afterwards ventured to the ladies room to change her now pretty well soaked diaper. It was everyones regular lunch hour so most of the people were out and she changed unnoticed.

All went well until about 3pm. She had wet a bit on several occassions but now the old urge to poop was coming on, not as fast as usual. Perhaps she could hold it a bit longer. By 4pm she was needing to go pretty bad and stuffed a diaper into her new, larger purse and headed for the ladies room. When she got there, all the stalls were full! Standing there, she felt a very mushy lump push its way into her diaper. Hmm, must be a result of the enema this morning. She felt a little disgusted but soon a stall freed up and she went in and pulled her slacks down and thought that she might as well let them hear it now as ever and popped the tapes and proceeded to clean up.

When she was cleaned up and was ready to put a new diaper on she hesitated and then once again made the unmistakable sound of tapes and crinkling as she got herself together and left. Nobody was waiting so she quickly dumped the used diaper and left. At least she'd be clean for the ride home.

At home she changed out of her business clothes and slipped into an oversized T-shirt that hung down to just past her rear. Tom came in and asked how her day went. She told him it was better in some ways. She was still working it out. He smiled in approval of her casual dress for around the house.

Tom patted her diapered bottom and kissed her before going downstairs to finish some work he was sending to a client. He was typing a few final comments in the email he was about to send when Nikki dropped down into his lap and he felt the warmth spread around, even through his pants. Nikki was wetting right there, in his lap! He got an instant boner and it was not ignored by the wetter.

Tom stood up with Nikki in his arms and announced, "You've wet and need a change."

When they got to the bedroom, Tom nearly ripped the diaper off of Nikki and started massaging her intimately, all over. The smell of urine in her pubic hair was oddly erotic. Nikki helped Tom out of his pants, his raging manhood needing not further attention. She pulled him onto her and they both released the energy that been building since the morning.

After catching her breath Nikki said, "Oh, I've got to go...I'm not protected." As she ran to the bathroom she remembered this being the first time she had used the bathroom in the conventional sense in several days.

Tom was pleased that the lack of being diapered caused such urgency in her, it would not be long now. She was hooked! He ventured a thought out loud as she came back, "Maybe you should wear one all the time...except for times like now!"

She looked at him and said, "It would be easier to just always have one on and/or around. Okay, its a good idea, let's do it." She walked to the closet, pulled a new diaper out and handed it to Tom. "That's your job, Big Boy," she said as she flopped down on the bed.

Tom saluted as if taking his job seriously and snapped, "Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!" He cleaned her and put the fresh diaper on, taping it snugly.

Nikki pulled her T-shirt back on and asked Tom to get her medicines. He did so and she took them all, drinking the whole glass of water. Tonight might be the night, the one where she wakes up wet without realizing it. Tom couldn't wait for bedtime and then morning!

Chapter 5: Did it Rain?

Tom was the first one awake and he lightly felt Nikki's diapered butt, trying to see if she was wet. He could not tell. The 5 minutes until Nikki's alarm went off was the longest 5 minutes of his life.

Nikki stirred and rolled onto her back and kicked the covers off. Tom looked and the wetness indicators were showing! She was soaked! She stood to go to the bathroom and noticed as well.

"Hmm," she puzzled, "I guess I don't need to pee this morning. Is my favorite plumber ready to unclog some pipes?"

"Ready and willing," he said.

"Tom," she started, "I almost made it all day yesterday until late afternoon. Can we try something else, maybe more water or I don't know?"

"Sure," he said, "I think a second enema would probably be good or we might try a little more water in the first one."

Tom prepared her enema, filling a 2 quart pitcher with warm water for the 2nd one. Nikki came in and got positioned and Tom did his thing. She was taking this very well, he thought. She squirmed a bit but took the first bag full very quickly. He clamped it off and refilled the bag and let her start the second one. This one went much slower and she was starting to cramp. Tom slowed the flow and massaged her tummy but she could not take the whole second bag.

Once again she wanted to unload immediately but Tom put the diaper back on and asked her to stay still for at least 10 minutes. Not once but 3 times she cramped and lost some of her enema. Tom was nearly beside himself. He finally let her out of the diaper and onto the toilet. This time the diaper was soaked with brown water!

Nikki's poor, distended belly looked 6 months pregnant to her and the relief was very erotic to her now. She didn't know why but she was enjoying this. When the last was finally expelled, she took her shower.

Tom was pleased beyond all hope. She had wet overnight, asked for a bigger enema and couldn't bare the thought of not having a diaper on. The only thing left to shoot for was getting her to stay home more and he didn't think that would be a problem. After all she was nearly a helpless baby, messing and peeing herself without thought of anything but having a diaper on.

Today was the day that Nikki was supposed to go back to the Dr for a checkup. He was a little worried at what the Dr might say but decided it couldn't be that bad, after all, Nikki wanted it this way.

After Nikki got out of the shower, Tom did his best diaper job to date, wanting the Dr to know that this was a well thought out plan and not some quick fix. Nikki dressed in a loose dress that was not tight and only had elastic around the bottom of the bra line. Perfect for camoflauging a bulky diaper. The got in the car and headed for the Dr's office. When they arrived Nikki was already wet but didn't worry about it.

When it was her turn to see the Dr, Tom went back with her and the Dr asked how things were going. Nikki related her trials and tribulations and how she'd come to be diapered, enema'd and nearly symptom free.

The Dr looked a little shocked but smiled at them and said, "As long as you are managing the condition and this is not worse than the disease, you are free to go, live your life!"

With that they left the office and headed home, Nikki was as happy as Tom. When they finally reached home Tom put a dry diaper on Nikki and talked her into taking off work for the rest of the day.

TWO YEARS LATER:

Nikki and Tom are still happily married, Nikki pooping and peeing, Tom changing and enema'ing her. Their sex life is like no two other people would know and Nikki did finally decided to only work half days like her friend Rick...the one that had a stroke.

She wears mostly cloth diapers and plastic pants around the house with one of Tom's big T-shirts, where her diaper is just barely visible. At work she continues to wear disposables and never did get to go the whole day without pooping, probably the biggest reason she only works mornings!

And she pooped & peed happily ever after!