My wife wares diapers

A husband discovers his wife is abdl.

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Hi im greig. I grew up in a strict traditional religious family.  My family did not own a television. I knew nothing different.  For me it was totally normal. I thought that those who lived like the world were odd. 

I was homescholed as a kid. I went to a small church of about forty. I worked at my farther’s bussiness. I kind of lived in a bubble i gues. Even going to a Christian colege in the fundamental mold was a bit of a wake up call. 

It was a very othodox colege.  It was still a different experience.  I met new friends. It was only natural that i meet someone i would consider marrying.  Of course i did. 

Elizebeth ghramm or lizzy as i called her. Her grandparents were missionaries to the Philippines. She was shy and qiet. At the sane time she was very intelligent.  She had a realy good reputation. 

My relationship with her went from hi how are you to a part of a group of friends.  From a member of the same circle to friends. From friends to dating . then i asked her to marry me.  She said yes. 

They say you dont realy know your future spauce until you get married and live together.  I gues that was definently true of myself and lizzy. You see lizzy had a secret. 

Lizzy had been sheltered as a kid much as i had. She was homescholed.  She lived in a rural area. Her family and another family were the only members of there church with kids. 

She was the youngest. She was the baby of the family. She was not imature. She helped with chores. She had always been responsible and helpfull. 

She had a childish side. She was a bit nieve. Sometimes her clothing and hairstyle was not quite age appropriate.  She still had stufed animals. She had a stuffed dog that she slept with every night. It was well known on campus.  

I had never heard of the term abdl. A.b.d.l stands for adult baby diaper lover. I had no idea this existed. I never thought that my bride would be an abdl. 

I never set foot in her apartment until after we were maried. I had no idea that she slept in a crib that she made. She wore diapers and she used diapers for there intended uses. I did not know this. I did not know she had onesies and even pacifiers.  

I had no idea about any of this. Ob our wedding day i came in to her well our bedroom.  I saw what i never expected to see. 

The room looked more like a nursery then an adult  bedroom. There were cartoon characters on the wall. It was sureel. 

“What’s going on hunnie?” i asked. That day i got a crash course in adult baby 101. I had no idea this excisted. I was shocked beyoynd belief. 

It was odd having marital activity in a room with yogi bear and fred flinstone and hello kity staring at you. The crib was comfortable.  I will say that.  

Aperently she could not sleep without wearing diapers. She put diapers on. It was weird cuddling up to her and feeling her diaper against me.  

I woke up the next day.  I hugged and kissed her. I could see that she had wet her diaper. “You wet your diaper? ” i asked. “If i wear a diaper my body is free i pee it. Without a diaper i am totaly continent. ” she assured me.

I took off her diaper. We showered together after. Her skin was a bit clammy.  I got used to her being abdl.

One day she asked me to wear a diaper. She bought me a onesie and pajama that looked juvenile.  Ibwaa reluctent to wear it. For the first few days i woke up dry. 

She challenged me to pee my diaper. I tried ans tried. Finaly after several atemps urine flooded into my diaper i slept in a full diaper.

During the day i am continent and an adult. We got our own house and recreated the nursery theme in our bed room. I pastored a church but kept abdl quiet.  We have three kidw. Yes we potty train them. The abdl is kept quet. 

The end. 

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