Just a Little Experiment - Part Four

"Damn, this sure is lousy weather for a Thanksgiving eve, isn't it?"

Erin cast a quick glance out the window before returning her attention to the kitchen. "Sure is," she agreed absently, her fingers tugging fruitlessly at the wire around the turkey's raw, glistening drumsticks. "Hey, honey, can you maybe figure this out? It's gotta come off so I can rinse the thing out properly..."

The couple made a sweet sight, wrestling companionably with the dead bird in preparation for their coming holiday. "I still say we maybe should have stuck with just a breast," Erin reflected, eyeing Sean's fumbling attempts to slip the carcass under the stream of water. "Our sink isn't even big enough for that monster, is it?" But in the end, it was somehow - and a mere hour later found them tucking into a hearty spaghetti and chatting about how good the holiday meal tomorrow was going to be.

"You know," Sean remarked as he upended the bottle of Shiraz and drained the last few drops into his wife's glass, "I think there's another thing to celebrate tonight, don't you?" She looked puzzled for a moment, her glass halfway to her lips. "Wha- Ooohh, that!" She flushed self-consciously. "You really think it's done anything? I mean, hypnosis seems like such a gimmick..."

"Only one way to find out," Sean grinned, heading for the kitchen with his hands full of spaghetti-stained plates. "So after dessert, what do you say we take you into the bedroom and try our little... experiment?" Erin waved her hand at him in derision. "Experiment? Hey, I'm not some guinea pig, you know!" "Of course not!" Sean returned with the usual dish of foil-wrapped chocolates and set them before his wife. "Somehow I don't think guinea pigs typically ask to be experimented on."

Well, there wasn't much Erin could say to that; she had come up with the whole diaper idea, and she had agreed to try something as odd as hypnosis. Surely it couldn't have really done anything. As for that afternoon a few weeks back... well, that must have been an aberration, just a one-off fluke...

It wasn't long before the duo, now sated and a trifle flushed with wine, headed into the bedroom. "Okay, then - off with those clothes!" Sean ordered teasingly, pulling the dark blue curtains closed. No need for the neighboring apartments to see what was going down. "We don't want those pretty panties to get wet, after all!"

Erin, feeling a trifle nervous, was already rummaging in the closet. Better get it out, pretend I've already unfolded it. No need for him to see I might have already been having far too much fun with it... And then she had it in hand, its crinkling bulk looking larger and somehow more intimidating that before. This thing's going around me tonight. Like, for real - just like I was fantasizing the other day...

There is very little in life that can't be improved with a bit of good humor, though, and fortunately the two had already discovered that. Off went Erin's panties - and then her bra, at Sean's playful insistence. Off went his shirt and jeans too - "to match", and "in the spirit of gender equality", as she impishly put it. So when the crinkling beast was finally splayed out on the bed and Sean ordered her to get up there "like a good girl", somehow it didn't feel as embarrassing as she'd feared. Why not have a bit of fun, after all? It was just a bit of cloth and plastic, after all. Just a fun little joke.

"Damn, this is gonna look so cute on you," Sean told his wife, his hands tugging the pastel pink sides up experimentally around her now-nude hips. "So, let's see. It goes up through here, I guess? And then there's like a tape somewhere to fasten it?" "Two tapes," Erin corrected, her voice sounding strained from her prone position on the sheets. "But maybe... some powder first?" Her eyes darted to the dresser where she'd happened to place that little bottle of baby powder she'd bought on that freak impulse. The one the scent of which had made her feel such lovely things that one afternoon...

"Sure, I guess? Not really sure what it does, but why not?" And then Sean was lifting it above her, dusting her most intimate regions with that breathtakingly fragrant, soft rain... Her eyes slid shut almost involuntarily, despite the oddness and levity of the moment. "Oohhh, that feels nice," she breathed, shivering with that same wave of sudden delight. God... maybe that hedonistic afternoon hadn't been such a fluke after all?

"Nice, hmm? Does my wittle girlie like powder in her dipie?" Sean was joking, of course, but the warm fingers with which he began massaging it across her skin were decidedly in earnest: stroking her, brushing against her sex in the most delightful ways... But then he pulled the thing up between her legs, and a whole new wave of sensations began: sensations which in their own way were also far from unwelcome...

"I dunno if I did that right," he finally commented, leaning back to examine his handiwork. "Those tapes are kind of weird, but I tried... Whaddya think, honey?" Erin, momentarily jolted back to reality, sat up gingerly, her hands slipping down over the unfamiliar pink garment now wrapped snugly around her waist. "Umm, yeah... I guess that's how it goes?" She glanced up in mingled chagrin and shy satisfaction. "Thanks, honey. I think you did a really good job."

"Well, I don't know," Sean admitted, patting the thick bulk in what some might have said was a paternal fashion. "But whatever the case, it's on you now - and I think you look damn cute in it." Hella cute, in a weird way, he thought, mentally noting the tension mounting between his legs. "We're ready to give that hypnosis a go, all right? To see if it really does make it easier to pee in that thing?"

Erin nodded hesitantly, a little shiver of sudden apprehension momentarily dispelling those earlier tingles of arousal. "Okay... How bad can it be, right?" He beamed. "Exactly! It's probably just a scam, anyway, but let's find out..."

"Calliope."

Erin's eyes widened in sudden shock. What the- No- Not yet- No- Why- "Oh my god!" she squeaked, her hands darting to her padded crotch where it seemed she had suddenly lost every ounce of control. "Honey, I- I can't- It won't stop-" For in the silence of their curtained bedroom could be heard the sound of a full bladder - her bladder - streaming steadily into its protective padding.

"Calliope!" Sean exclaimed again, in that split second thinking that perhaps the trigger word would set things right. But like the sorcerer's apprentice before him, the spell only served to make things worse - at least, if one was to judge by Erin's high-pitched squeals. "Honey, I literally can't stop! It's just coming out, and I can't stop-"

As the diaper continued to warm and swell between the young woman's bare thighs, another change, even more startling than the first, began to make itself known once more - with a vengeance. "Honey," Erin whispered breathlessly, her eyes alight with sudden longing. "I- I'm sorry- This makes no fucking sense, I know- But... I'm just- so fucking horny-" As the warm bulk of her diaper began to swell and press against her tender pussy, not even the shock of having lost control of her own bladder could drown out the cacophony of images that now flooded her mind: erect cocks, bare masculine asses, her own padded tush crouching on the floor, her mouth gaping wide to receive him, to pleasure him with everything she had...

Sean hadn't the slightest idea of what was going on in his wife's hypnosis-clouded brain, but his body knew damn well what to do when presented with a half-naked, needy wife. There was only one thing to do, given the current situation, and he did it. "Such a dirty, wet girl," he growled, thrusting his wife backward onto the bed and slipping atop her just as he was - Calvin Kleins and all. There was a diaper in the way now too, and judging by its swelling warmth it clearly was necessary right now. But that didn't matter. She needed him, and he needed her. And so he was going to grind on her, ride her, hump her, pleasure her in any way he could...

"Honey, I'm so wet!" Erin cried, writhing beneath him in a sudden fit of ecstasy. "So wet- for you-!" "Of course you are, you wet little diaper girl," he assented, his hands massaging her bared breasts even as he ground his straining member into the warm, crinkling plastic between her thighs. They were in uncharted waters now. He hadn't the foggiest idea whether this was the sort of stuff those folks online who bought those diapers were doing. But here he was now, lying atop his gorgeous wife in her now-sodden diaper. And still his dick was throbbing with anticipation, and she was shaking with pleasure like a leaf in an autumn breeze... So things couldn't be entirely wrong, could they?

The tremulous music of her orgasms, one after the other after the other, settled it. As far as experiments in the bedroom went, this one was turning out just right.

***

As it so happened, Erin and Sean's little "experiment" was anything but a once-and-done affair. A bit of cautious testing ensued in later weeks, in which they found that while the hypnotic track they had chosen for Erin did seem fairly permanent, it only seemed to affect her bladder - and libido - for about an hour at a time. Thus reassured of its manageable effects, and more interested than ever in its astonishing impact on their sex life, the young couple began to accept and even appreciate just how much it had done for them.

Not that the effects were that noticeable from the outside. After all, the two of them would rather have died than breathe a word to anyone about their weird little experiment. Nevertheless, it must be stated that, on more than one occasion a careful observer following them on long day trips to the city might have noted a telltale, puffy bulge disturbing the shapely contours of the young woman's derrière. What was more, the two seemed to have this strange sort of inside joke about Greek mythology - and whenever Sean would whisper it into his giggling young wife's ear, an unaccountable blush invariably would rise to her cheeks...

THE END