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“It’s ringing,” she said silently to herself, “that’s promising.” She wasn’t sure if this were just an elaborate joke or not, but she called anyway.

“Precious Bottoms Support Center. This is Marie speaking. How can I serve you today?”

“Hi, Marie, my name is June. I’m calling about … I need help finding the right diaper.”

“I can help you with that. How old is your little one?”

She took a breath and held it for a second. “Thirty-six.”

“A late trainer, huh? No worries. We can help with that.”

“Um, no, thirty-six years. My husband.” There was silence for a moment.

“I see. Let me pull up a different screen. Can I ask how you heard about us.”

“The ABDL Reddit forum. So it wasn’t a joke?”

“Nope. We can help you. Who is it you’re buying these diapers for?”

“My husband.”

“What is he currently wearing?”

“Depends pullups, but I swear they cause more messes than they stop.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame those are what’s available in stores, but we can help you find the right product for him. Can I ask why he needs diapers?”

“Because I say he does.”

“Ha! Sorry; that’s a pretty common reason, but specifically, is it because of incontinence, or is he an adult baby or diaper lover?”

“None of those. I just decided to put him back in diapers. I mean, I guess …”

“You don’t have to explain.”

“Well, he’s a good provider. I don’t have to work … But I just got tired of how … inadequate he is in the bedroom.”

“Huh. Mind if I ask a personal question?”

“No, go ahead.”

“If he’s inadequate as a lover, why did you marry him?”

“He does wonderful things with his tongue, and he does make a very nice salary. I’m not saying I married him just for the money, but it didn’t hurt, ya know?”

“Sure I do, hon.”

“And I love him, but I finally told him I needed a man with a dick in my life and that I was going to start dating.”

“Is he dating too?”

“Ha! Of course not. I mean, he could try, but the first time they saw his peepee …”

“His peepee?”

“O trust me, it’s not a penis. It’s a peepee. Anyway, no, he’s not dating, and ever since I started getting real dick again, I just haven’t wanted his tongue at all. I used to rub him off, but I just can’t even anymore. I got my bull, I don’t need a calf.”

“Well, I’ve never heard it put quite like that.”

“Yeah, but I was also really uncomfortable knowing he was masturbating. I mean, he couldn’t make a mess even if he tried with that itty bitty man clitty … well, actually, he has tried … but I just don’t like the idea of him doing that. Just because I don’t want to do anything with it doesn’t mean his peepee isn’t still mine. He can’t just don anything he wants with it.”

“So you want to use diapers as a chastity device then?”

“Exactly.”

“May I ask why not just use a chastity cage?”

“You cage a dangerous animal. His peepee is more … a cute little field mouse. It needs more of a nest.”

“Aww. So I take it if the Depends are making messes that he’s actually using them.”

“Mhmm. He’s in them 24/7, even at work. His secretary keeps an eye on him for me.”

“Really?”

“O yes, we’re gal pals … and sometimes a little bit more than pals, if you know what I mean.”

“I see.”

“Sorry if I’m sharing too much.”

“No, that’s okay, this is one of my more interesting calls, but we wouldn’t make these products if there weren’t a demand for them. Does he mess his diapers too?”

“Mhmm, and that’s the problem with the pullups. That and the little leaks when he wets.”

“Is that when he’s already wet or before?”

“Before, most times.”

“That’s probably because the pullups are designed for men with average penises. The little bitty weewee he has probably just sprays more than makes a stream like when a real man urinates.”

“Tell me about it; our maid is so happy he’s back in diapers, too. Yeah, she’s changing him when I’m out with my bulls, but she’s happy to not be cleaning pee off the toilet seats and bathroom floors from his peepee spraying everywhere. So do you have a product that might work for him?”

“I don’t know how much it will work for him, but it will definitely work for you. We make a diaper perfect for catching those leaks. Is he rubbing himself through the pullups?”

“I’m not sure, but let’s just assume he is.”

“Do you want it to have cute designs on it or less cute or none?”

“Cute as can be. He doesn’t know it yet, but my new bull is going to build him a nursery. He’ll get to be a big boy for work, and the rest of the time, he’s going to be the baby he could never give me. Even his stepmom is on board.”

“He won’t like that.”

“He’s still rubbing spanked bottom from the last time he told me he didn’t like something, and that was just broccoli!”

“Haha! Does he need a lot of discipline?”

“Not as much as you’d think. I mean, if he were a real man he wouldn’t let me do this to him, but since he’s not, a trip over my knee reminds him of his place. He only needs about three spankings a week now.”

“‘Only’?”

“That’s less than when we first got married. That was two or three a day. I even needed to ask his secretary to help.”

“O my.”

“She’s his babysitter, too. One of them, anyway.”

“So for him, I’d recommend our Cuddles variety. It’s really just a bigger, enhanced version of our line of baby diapers for girls. Pink, purple, lavender. Little bunnies and other fluffy animals. Too cute.”

“Enhanced how?”

“More padding in front so he can’t feel his peepee no matter how hard he rubs, and extra high leak guards to make sure everything is contained even when he sprays.”

“Are they good for messes?”

“Ha, trust me. You’ll get tired of smelling him long before the diaper gives out.”

“Is it refastenable?”

“Do you need a diaper that comes on and off a lot?”

“Not a lot, but to come down for a spanking or when I milk his prostate.”

“How often is that?”

“Milking him? Once a month. I let my monthly be a reminder, or else I’d forget entirely to let him have any relief at all.”

“So it’s like he has his own little sissy period then.”

“Haha! I never thought of it like that, but yeah, I guess so. Anyway, it’s not a big deal if they don’t refasten, but I’d rather not waste a wet diaper that still has some capacity in it.”

“That makes sense.”

“How much do they absorb?”

“What’s his output? High, low?”

“Pretty high. He drinks at least eight bottles a day, plus the breast milk.”

“You’re nursing him?”

“Mhmm. His lips are still good for something, plus it keeps his stinkies from getting too stinky.”

“Doesn’t that make it runnier, though?”

“O yeah, definitely. Sometimes he can barely hold it … Though now that I think on it, I’m not sure he is always holding it, but what does it matter? He’s in diapers. And the breast milk does make it easier to clean him up.”

“It’s probably up to you how often you change him then. These diapers can last eight and sometimes even twelve hours, but you can change him more often if you want, of course.”

“Meh. Depends on my mood. He’s sat in his own mess for six hours before, but only because I was getting railed by his best friend. ‘Daddy’ to him now, or one of his daddies anyway.”

“Does he watch?”

“I let him the first few times so he could understand what he would be able to do to my pussy if he were a real man - that seemed to get through to him why he was just a sissy diaper butt now - but now I keep him in the guest room, soon to be his nursery. His whimpering gets distracting, so I have a pacifier gag for him.”

“Sounds like you’ve got everything covered. You just need better diapers for him. Can I sign you up for a weekly shipment?”

“That would be great. How come you guys started selling this stuff anyway?”

“Our founder’s wife is a strong willed women, too.”