Alpha Male No More (Patreon)

I always tried to be the alpha male that my girlfriend Stacey wanted me to be, but I always felt I was right on the edge of losing control and having to submit to her. It was exhausting to me and she began winning more than half of our arguments lately. She finished more and more of my sentences. She started having the final say with an arrogant smile followed by a giggle and a gentle cock squeeze which made me rock hard. I should've been mad, but I wasn't. My arousal was unexpected, but undeniable; my body's biological response to the evolution of women becoming stronger than men. I was losing control as she was gaining control and it was obvious to both of us. If we were boxing, she'd have me in the corner, winded, arms down and beaten while smiling at me right before delivering the knockout punch. 

One rainy Saturday afternoon, she led me into our spare bedroom where I was surprised to see children's toys and other related items that were never there before.

She explained; "John, we will be entering a new phase in our relationship where you are no longer in charge of anything. You will submit to me, call me mommy and understand how helpless you are without me. I WON'T have you talking back to me! Do you understand me?"

I was immediately stricken with fear. My eyes became wet with tears as my pants suddenly felt warm... I looked down to see that I was peeing in my pants and I couldn't stop myself. I began to whimper as the tears ran down my cheeks. 

Stacey said "Oh honey, it's okay. Lot's of boys lose control and wet themselves when they're feeling scared. Mommy didn't mean to scare you. I just needed you to understand that I am in control now, not you. Helplessly peeing your pants is a good indicator of that, huh? 

I shook my head yes as she gave me a warm and loving hug. 

"Now, let's get you out of those wet clothes. Lay down on the floor for me. I'm just going to slide these soaked pants off along with your big boy underwear, which you won't be needing anymore" 

She proceeded to to clean me off with these refreshing wipes. Then she asked me to lift my hips up as she slid something underneath me. Next came the baby powder sprinkled all over down there, but it felt dry and pleasing after being wet. 

"Next is what replaces your big boy underwear honey and it's important to accept it", as she lifted up the front of my diaper and began connecting the tapes. As she finished securing the diaper in place and I saw my package disappear into the soft thickness of a crinkly diaper... I felt much of my strength and security return to me. I felt safe. I felt protected. I knew if I accidentally wet myself again, my diaper would be there to save the day and so would mommy. 

"Come here and relax your head on mommy's chest. You look tired and might need a nap. I am so proud of you sweetie. You've made a quantum leap in progress today."

It felt so nurturing to lay my head on her chest while my package was nestled away in my diaper.  

(90 minutes later...)

I woke up from the best nap of my life, feeling refreshed and restored. I went to sit up and noticed I couldn't. My arms and legs were tied to the bed posts. I looked around the room and saw Stacy walking in...

"What's with all the squirming Mr. fussypants? You can squirm all you want, but you're not going anywhere... not until you can prove something. You want to make mommy happy, don't you?"

"Of course I do, but why am I tied up", said John.

"I know all too well how good you are at accidentally peeing your pants, but what about wetting your diaper for me?"

"Oh, well I thought I just had to wear this from time to time and not actually use it. I still want to use the toilet like a grownup".

"Well 'you' and 'grownup' will never be used in the same sentence ever again. You are right about one thing, grownups use toilets, but since you are not a grownup you will be relieving yourself in what you have on. You are locked up, nowhere to go and with a full bladder. Eventually you will be flooding your diaper whether you want to or not. You've been using toilets for as long as you can remember. It's time to do some conditioning training. I need to break down the adult barrier in your brain that enables you to hold it. The first step is making you experience desperation. After enough desperation, your bladder muscles will begin to collapse and when that happens, pee will start to trickle out; giving way to a full stream pouring out. So the choice is yours if you want to hold it as long as you can or if you just want to get it over with now, but staying dry is NOT a choice... you are GOING to wet yourself".

"I watched my girlfriend walk out of the room and the reality of my situation was settling in. She had me exactly where she wanted me and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I was pulling with all my might at the restraints, but they were solid. I lied there while attempting to distract myself from the discomfort of holding it. My bladder was aching. I wanted to close my legs tightly together, but I couldn't as each leg was bound to bed posts. My will was as strong as ever, but after several minutes, my bladder just couldn't hold it anymore. My muscles collapsed and a forceful stream of pee blasted into my diaper. I could hear pee splashing around inside and I was expecting it to leak out. Several seconds passed and I was still letting loose. I could feel my diaper expanding in thickness and warmth. Finally I began to slow up and finished. It felt so good to be relaxed. I looked down at my diaper; it was swollen, yellow and heavy, but it was holding everything I gave it without leaking at all. Surprisingly, it was both physically and mentally a pleasurable sensation to be wearing a wet diaper. It was warm and seemed to encapsulate my package. I wasn't able to hold it and my diaper did everything it was suppose to and more. I guess my girlfriend knows what's good for me and I'll be less likely to question her in the future".

Just then, Stacey walks back into the room...

"Oh my goodness! It looks like my baby boy had an accident. Look at your diaper... it is SOAKED! What happened sweetie? Were you not able to hold it? Of course you couldn't because I'm turning you into a little boy who needs to be wearing a diaper to keep his pants dry. You like your wet diaper, don't you? You like the way it looks, feels, protects and secures you. Diapers are your new future. So you better get used to it"

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