So Close - Commission

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"A deal's a deal, honey. You know that! So why don't you just quit complaining and get over here?"

I heaved a sigh. Devina did have a way of making me agree to just about anything, didn't she? Maybe it was those lovely blue eyes of hers. Maybe it was her dark hair, or the roguish way she smiled whenever she caught sight of me in my "little pants": our code word for the over-sized disposable diapers I secretly loved to wear. Whatever the case, she knew how to make me acquiesce to even the most risky or potentially embarrassing stunts...

Even this.

"It's just for the day, okay?" I wanted to ensure she wasn't going to change the terms of the deal on me. "Just while we're out in town today, and that's it. I can change and clean up the minute we get home, right?" She smiled maternally as she handed me my second-best pair of trousers. "Of course, honey! Promise. And remember—as long as you don't leak or make a stinky while we're out, you win. And if and when you do..." Her eyes twinkled. "Well, I think you already have something in mind that you want to make me do next weekend, don't you?"

Oh, I did. Visions of my darling wife as she would be next weekend danced before my eyes. There she would be standing, in the bookstore or the park or the mall: biting her lip with unwilling arousal, cheeks aflame, trying desperately to conceal the vibrator-fueled orgasms threatening to spill from between her thighs... And I would be there smiling, glancing down innocently at my phone screen, controlling her every shudder with just a flick of my fingers...

But until then, I had my own end of the bargain to hold up. And so, I nodded and pulled my trousers up over the satiny-smooth, booster-filled bulk of my diaper. I would nail this. I would crush it, no matter what.

I mean, come on. Like she even stood a chance of winning!

***

Hmm, maybe I should have thought ahead a bit more.

I winced as I felt my stomach gurgle quietly within me. Not that it was a new sensation, of course; my belly had been feeling uncomfortably full ever since our lunchtime at Chipotle's, though our afternoon of holiday shopping had allowed me to push it to the background. But in the elegant, upholstered hush of this dimly-lit restaurant, where even the discreet clink of a wine glass could be heard from across the room, my noisy gut felt impossibly loud...

All I could hope was that our fellow diners were more interested in perusing the selection of wines and oysters than in the gastrointestinal distress of the young man at the second table from the end.

"Everything okay, honey?" My wife's blue eyes caught mine for a moment before she gave a slow, effortless wink. "You feeling all right?" I flushed and bent closer. "Sure, sure. Just hungry, that's all." Sure, yeah. Definitely not feeling the spicy burrito from lunch. Or, now that I thought of it, the oatmeal and apple juice for breakfast. Or the double portions of mashed potatoes, meatloaf, and asparagus the evening before...

"Oh! Well, in that case I think we'd better get you all fed up, shouldn't we?"

That's how I ended up with not one but two appetizers—and one of the most filling entrees—and a dessert. "Can't have my sweetheart going hungry, after all!" Devina smiled innocently as she pushed my mostly-empty plate back toward me. "Go on, eat up. Can't let it go to waste, after all—and doggie bags are far too gauche for a place like this."

Maybe it was the wine. Or maybe I was just stupid. But in the end, I managed to down it all—and emerged at last, burping surreptitiously, into the chilly night air beside my wife.

I wasn't too worried yet. Sure, I'd been using my diaper for its intended purpose all day, and I was definitely feeling a bit soggy. But it was a boosted MegaMax, and I knew it was more than capable of handling another five or six hours easily without even the threat of a leak. As for my belly? Well, it wasn't exactly comfortable, to be perfectly honest. If I were at home and back in my "big boy pants," I'd have pulled them down hours ago and found that sweet, sweet relief on the toilet. But I was a twenty-eight-year-old guy. Things like taking a dump could always wait.

"Ooh, look, honey! There's a sale on there, see? 'Going out of business'? Let's check it out!"

An hour later, we were still weaving through racks of clothes and boots and god knows what else—and my gut was churning more ominously than ever. "Honey?" I was growing desperate now, and more than a little impatient. "Honey, I'm not feeling well. I think we'd better, you know, go..." "Oh, is your tummy feeling bad, baby?" I cast a furious glance around the store, praying no one had heard. "Sshh!! Yes, I really gotta go. Happy now? Please, can we just head back before- before-"

"Before what, honey?" She cocked an eyebrow in amusement even as she fingered another dress on the rack beside her. "I know you're all protected, baby. Nobody's going to mind, you know, if you have a little potty accident..." I felt my cheeks reddening, and she smiled knowingly. "So why don't you just hush and let your wife finish up her shopping, hmm?"

"But, but-" I grimaced as yet another cramp, the worst yet, seized my lower belly. "Please, I need to go find the men's room-" "Now, now!" Devina's voice was in my ear now, soft yet stern with conviction. "Honey, you made me a deal, remember? You go to that bathroom now, and you automatically lose your entire bet. You wouldn't want to be a great big loser, now, would you?"

"No, but..." I trailed off, torn between losing my bet and my dignity. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out. "Please, honey. Let's go home now, okay? It's late, and cold, and we're tired, and-" I winced as another cramp swept over me. "And then I can change and clean up and everything will be okay. Please?"

Devina must have heard the desperation in my voice, for to my immeasurable relief, she relented. "Fine," she sighed melodramatically. "Let's go home, then. I'll just put back this amazing deal of a dress, and these wool socks, and-"

Yeah. We ended up buying them anyway—after standing in line for ten minutes to do so.

And so it was that, at long last, we finally slipped back through the crowds, heading back through the darkened park to the parking garage where our little Nissan was waiting for us. Oh, such sweet relief would be mine! Only five more minutes, and we'd be there. And then fifteen minutes' drive, and we'd be home...

If only I'd seen the patch of ice on the path before me before I ended up sprawled on the ground.

Nooo....!!!

I trembled violently as I, still prone on the icy asphalt, felt a muffled, warm explosion erupt in the seat of my already-bulging pants. My belly, stuffed to its limit and churning impatiently for release, had found its opportunity; one slip of my composure, and I was hopelessly lost.

"Honey? Honey?! Are you okay?!"

No, I wasn't.

I, a grown man of twenty-eight, was gulping back tears as I lay there, helplessly shitting myself. It was beyond anything I'd ever experienced, this feeling of the increasingly liquid poo flowing inexorably out of me, packing my already soaked diaper and filling it from front to back with my humiliating, smelly mess. I'd been so close. So close. And then that stupid patch of ice had come along, and I'd lost all my control...

"Sir, are you all right?" "Hey, give him space." "Eww, what's that smell?" "Honey, it's okay. Come on, get up..."

Panicked by the attention I was receiving, I scrambled upright, wincing not only at the stares of our concerned passersby, but at the intermittent bursts of poo that continued to spurt into my thoroughly soiled diaper. "I'm okay. I'm all right. Really." No, I wasn't, but I just needed to escape. Had to disappear. Couldn't let them see me... not like this.

And then she was there, my lovely, infuriating, incomparable wife. "Come on, baby. Let's get you home, okay? We'll get you all changed and cleaned up, don't worry. It's okay. Accidents happen sometimes..." I trembled with shame as I felt her gloved hand wandering over the seat of my trousers, giving the mess within a knowing, maternal pat. "Come on now. Nothing like a nice bath to clean up my little stinker, hmm?"

As Devina retrieved our purchases and waved the well-meaning passersby away, I could do nothing but nod and gulp back my unmanly tears. Against all odds I had lost—incredibly badly. And while I might be able to wash away the stink of my infantile accident upon reaching home, the memory of this night would remain forever seared into my memory.

So close I'd been... and yet so far.