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'Atypical outcome' Chapter 1 (For some reason, I couldn't access the punctuation keys on my iPad except the auto type ones, and I didn't want to risk losing what I'd typed by trying to fix it. It's back now, but I'll add the punctuation to the text later.) Ward was a serious, youngish businessman. In his late thirties, he was single, worked long hours and had let his work replace time others might have spent with family, social life or hobbies. It wasn't that Ward liked it that way. It was how things had panned out. He didn't marry the only girl he'd met whom he knew he should have married, and he had never made an effort to stay in touch with friends, or reciprocate dinners and so on. So here he was, working and sleeping, not eating too well, and more or less alone in the world. He was an only child, and his parents had both died quite young. When Ward noticed his stream of urine becoming unaccountably slow, he'd seen a doctor who told him he had an enlarged prostate gland Surgery was required. The doctor went over the issues of the common procedure. Occasionally, a period of incontinence resulted, which in rare cases was permanent. 'I have to tell you that,' the doctor had said, adding that he'd only had two such cases in all his years of practising, and both were much older men than Ward. Ward was methodical in making his arrangements for a brief stay in hospital. The day arrived, and he caught a cab to the hospital and admitted himself. 'Next of kin?' the nurse at the admissions desk asked. 'Not really anyone,' replied Ward. 'You could put Dr James Smith down. He's my doctor.' The nurse looked at Ward. 'OK,' she said, and made the entry. Ward woke slowly. He looked around the brightly lit room. Hospital, he thought. Prostate. He realised he was hungry, and looked at the two tubes disappearing into his wrist. Apparently not food, he thought. He felt around for the buzzer they'd put near his pillow. He found it and pressed it. 'You're awake!' said the nurse who promptly arrived. 'Yes,' said Ward. 'I guess the operation's been done. How long have I been asleep?' 'Almost a week,' said the nurse. 'I'm Jill, by the way,' she added. 'The operation and the anaesthetic knocked you around a bit. That happens, but it's good to see you're awake.' Ward tried to roll onto his side, and felt an urge to attend to an itching thigh. He put one hand beneath the bedclothes. 'What?' he said, looking at the nurse as he felt the unfamiliar padding around his hips. Jill laughed. 'It's a diaper,' she said. 'You don't think you've been wetting the sheets and mattress for the last week, do you? We've been taking very good care of you.' Ward was worried. 'I'm not, you know, incontinent, am I?' he asked Jill. 'We'll have to see how you go now that you're awake, Some men have a problem, but not usually younger guys like you,' Jill said. 'I wouldn't be too concerned. It usually clears up in a week or two, and your back to normal. Well, better than your old normal.' 'That's good to hear,' said Ward. 'Only I think, I mean it feels a bit soggy now. I don't know how to say it medically.' Jill laughed again. 'Just how you think you'd say it: "I've wet my diaper, could you change me please?" she said. Ward thought for a moment. 'I think the diaper you put on me is wet. I won't need it now. I can go to the bathroom normally,' he said. Jill nodded, then said 'Ward, we won't know if you still need a diaper until we assess your bladder control. And you probably can't use the bathroom normally at the moment. You will be likely to have trouble staying on your feet for a little while. They had to do quite a bit of work down there. The doctors will come in and explain now that you're awake.' That doesn't sound good, thought Ward. ''Is everything still as it should be... ' he began, trying to sit up. 'Oh yes,' laughed Jill. 'You're intact, with evetythibg still there. Except your pubic hair,' she added with a smirk. 'We shaved you for the operation. You're like a little baby down there now.' Ward didn't really appreciate the baby reference, but forgave Jill as she gently rearranged his pillows and helped him sit up. He was shocked to feel himself peeing as he moved around on the bed. He didn't initiate it nor could he stop the flow, which stopped of its own accord after a few seconds. 'Are you OK?' Jill asked, looking at him.. 'Yes, fine,' said Ward, somewhat shocked. 'Did you just wet?' asked Jill. 'Yes,' said Ward. 'I didn't know I'd started and I couldn't stop.' 'Don't worry,' said Jill. 'Even if there's nothing ongoing, it may take a day or two for your body to realise that you're back, and in charge. Remember you've been using your diaper autonatically for a week now.' 'For everything?' asked Ward. 'Of course fir everything,' said Jill. 'We're nurses. it's no big deal.' Ward raised his eyebrows. 'I couldn't do half your job,' he said. 'Well,' said Jill, 'Let's get your diaper changed and then we'll see about some lunch. How would that be?' 'Great,' said Ward. 'Well, great about lunch anyway.' Jill smiled. 'You might enjoy the diaper change, too,' she said. 'Some people do.' 'Not if you're professional about it,' said Ward with a laugh. I didn't mean anything X rated,' said Jill. 'Some people just find they like wearing them and having them changed.' Ward felt awkward. Somewhere, deep in his mind, a kind of mental bell was ringing. Ward had tried not to think about it, but the idea of diapers both appalled and fascinated him. And here was this nurse giving voice to his innermost, most secret thoughts. Oh, some people like wearing diapers and having them changed, she'd said so casually. 'Penny for your thoughts,' said Jill. Ward was suddenly back in the here and now. 'Sorry,' he said. 'I was just thinking about work.' 'Oh,' said Jill. 'Well, let's get this diaper changed.' She went to the door of the room and closed it, then pulled back the bedclothes. Ward could see that he was wearing a kind of nightshirt. Jill lifted the hem and pulled it towards Ward's chest, exposing a bulky white diaper. Ward felt himself becoming erect. At least she'll think it's because if what she's doing, not the diaper, he thought, then immediately questioned what he'd just told himself. Why would it be the diaper? he asked himself, but he knew the answer. To be continued.

Wow. What a dramatic end to the story, and to Pete. It's as good an end as any, even if it does owe a little to Donnie Darko. It's more realistic than, for example 'Suddenly, a tiger...'

Very good! I'm enjoying this!

My apologies, Eagle. I didn't end the Boarder story to disappoint anyone. I just came to the end of my ability to write more. Your questions are good ones, but I don't know the answers! You'll have to supply your own speculation. I'm not even sure Erica was born a girl, for example, or exactly what Mrs Smith was up to. So I'm in the same boat as you.

The Boarder's Tale. Chapter 14 I can hear the complaints of 'cop out!' already. Sometimes, in these stories - in mine, anyway - the journey is the thing rather than the destination. In fact, the destination becomes less distinct and even less reachable as it approaches. As demonstrated here. If it's a cop out, so be it. On the plus side, it frees me up to write a new story. Staring at his reflection, Pete suddenly felt very aware of his situation. He was still peeing - he could feel the warm urine filling the soft towelling between his legs. He tried to stop, but it was if his bladder was completely independent of him. The flow continued then slowed and stopped. Apart from his size, he looked in the mirror like a toddler. He looked away from the mirror, and looked down. He could see the butterflies on the bib of his shortalls, and below that the bulging front of the diaper he'd just helplessly wet. The bulge disappeared in a fat vee between his thighs. Around him on the carpet were the dolls he'd been playing with. He tried to think why he was dressed as he was. I'm grown up, he told himself. Why am I wearing a diaper? Because you need to, came the answer from somewhere within. You've changed, as Mrs Smith said, the voice continued, drowning out his mental objections. And you have to tell Mrs Smith when you wet your diaper, don't you, the voice continued. Pete realised that his inner voice was right. However strange everything was, that was certain. Mrs Smith expected that. Pete began to stand, but felt very wobbly with the thick diaper between his legs and the straps of the shortalls pulling the warm mass of wet towelling tight up to his groin. Mrs Smith was only a little way away in the kitchen. Pete gave up the idea if walking and crawled the short distance. That wasn't babyish, it was sensible, he thought. Better than falling over. It wasn't as if he couldn't walk, he just preferred doing it holding Mrs Smith's hand. 'Hello, honey!' said Mrs Smith, surprised to see Pete crawl into the kitchen. 'What's up?' Pete did his best to tell her that he'd wet his diaper, but he found that he couldn't remember how to say it. He heard himself talking, but they weren't words. He had an idea in his mind of his wet diaper, but he couldn't turn it into words, just a babble. Then he felt himself overcome with tears. .Mrs Smith smiled. 'It's OK, honey,' she reassured him. Events after that were a blur to Pete, and well beyond his control, as they had been, in reality, for some time. Mrs Smith changed him, helped him upstairs to Erica's room where she breast fed him for a time before putting him to bed. He drifted off to sleep, contentedly sucking the pacifier Mrs Smith had given him and clutching Topsy. Everyone has a point of no return, and Pete had reached his. His future was uncertain, but his present was well mapped out. The End.

We're fine, Thanks for the thoughts. The dairy farm in the country where I grew up was partly burnt, though The dairy and some outbuldings were burnt, but luckily the main house escaped undamaged.

Thanks, Katie! Eagle, I wasn't too sure about the sissification, but I went with it. Ol' Pete's a bit of a wimp, quite frankly, and I thought he'd make a good girl. ; )

The Boarder's Tale. Chapter 13 Pete continued crying as Mrs Smith led him upstairs and into the bathroom. He was very aware of what he had done, and his mind swirled with a mix of embarrassment and memories of doing this before, in front of mummy. He put his hands on Mrs Smith's shoulders as she squatted and carefully lowered his heavy diaper. The she helped him onto the padded bench and lifted his legs to wipe his bottom. She did a thorough job, then talced his groin and opened another drawer. Pete craned his neck to see what Mrs Smith was getting from the drawer. It looked like a white towel. 'While we're at home, honey, these are more absorbent and very comfortable. They're also better for the environment,' said Mrs Smith, unfolding the towel and refilling it on the bench ahead of Pete's bent knees. Pete wasn't sure what to say as Mrs Smith folded another small towel and laid it inside the first one. He raised his bottom as asked and felt Mrs Smith wrap the towelling around him. Pete's testicles were up tight against his body, just two bumps in his wrinkled little scrotal sac. Pete was a little chubby, and only the glans of his penis with a little collar of soft flesh was visible protruding from his tummy. Mrs Smith smiled at how cute Pete looked down there. No wonder he only made a little bump in the front of Erica's panties, she thought. Instead of tugging on the tapes, she used safety pins. Pete realised what the garment was. 'I'm not a baby!' he said. 'I know honey,' said Mrs Smith, 'But you're cute enough to make a very sweet one!' On an impulse, Mrs Smith leant over and blew a big raspberry on Pete's tummy. Pete couldn't help giggling. 'That's better,' said Mrs Smith. 'Much better than all those tears.' 'im sorry,' said Pete. 'It's ok, honey, you can't help it,' said Mrs Smith. 'Erica used to mess her diaper sometimes too, and she cried as well.' Pete felt better for that, and the short conversation had distracted him while Mrs Smith secured his diaper and pulled up his plastic pants. Mrs Smith looked through Erica's clothing. Perhaps a onesie was a little do childish for Pete, she thought. Instead, she chose a pair of cotton shortalls, in pink with flowers for buttons and butterflies on the bib. They were made quite full in the seat, and had discreet buttons in the crotch. Just the thing for Pete's diape She helped him off the bench and Pete stood uncertainly. The cloth diaper and soaker were very thick between his legs. Mrs Smith helped him into his shortalls, and did up the straps. The diaper used up all the space in the loose cut shortalls, and Pete put an exploratory hand to his crotch and bottom. His heavily padded crotch was perfectly smooth and rounded, and his bottom bulged significantly. He could feel that he was very obviously heavily diapered. Mrs Smith noticed his investigations with a smile. 'We're only at home, sweetie, and I won't need to change you until bedtime, even if you do have accidents.' 'OK,' replied Pete, although he was glad they weren't going outside. 'One more thing,' said Mrs Smith. 'Your hair.' Pete stood obediently while Mrs Smith rearranged his pony tail. 'Right, off we go,' said Mrs Smith, turning to the door. Pete took two waddling steps and nearly fell over. His little squeal alerted Mrs Smith who grabbed his outstretched hand just in time. 'Whoops-a-daisy!' she said. 'Careful honey!' They got to the gate at the top of the stairs, which Mrs Smith opened. Pete felt a little apprehensive about going down the steep stairs, but Mrs Smith held his hand all the way down, with Pete taking one step at a time. They reached the living room, with the friendly warmth of the open fire. Pete looked across at the dolls still strewn on the rug and pulled against Mrs Smith's hand. Mrs Smith laughed. 'OK, honey, you go and play on the rug, and I think I'll have a glas of wine. Would you like some juice or milk?' she asked. 'Er, juice please,' said Pete. He drank beer sometimes, but Mrs Smith was only offering juice or milk, which Pete felt perfectly happy with. Mrs Smith went to a tall cupboard, and opened the door to retrieve a bottle of wine. The door had a mirror on it, and Pete caught site of himself. He drew in his breath. He looked like a chubby, diapered pre-teen girl. The pink shortalls had elastic around the legs and his hair was in two pigtails, with pink ribbons. 'My hair, Mrs Smith! I look like a little girl!' he said, turning questioningly to her. Mrs Smith laughed again. 'Oh, you look lovely,' said Mrs Smith. 'Little girsls and little boys look very similar, especially in diapers. Pigtails aren't much different from a ponytail, and the ribbons match your shortalls. Didn't you say you used to wear a lot of your sisters' old clothes?' 'Well, yes,' said Pete. 'Then it's just the same,' said mrs Smith brightly. 'Did you ever feel like a little girl in those clothes?' Pete remembered the dress up games he'd played with his older sisters. He usually ended up being their baby girl. He tried to act the part because the older girls told him to. It did make him feel like a girl. 'A bit,' said Pete, 'But we were just pretending.' Pete recalled the happy of memories. His sisters really fussed over him, pushing him around in their old pram. His hair was longish then two, and they put it in pigtails with pink ribbons. He told Mrs Smith about those happy days, and she listened attentively. 'This is no different, Pete,' she said. 'You're wearing girls' clothes, so we're kind o playing dress ups. And it's just us.' Pete was now sitting on the rug surrounded by his dolls. He had Topsy in one hand. 'You could pretend you're a little girl, just for today, I you like', said Mrs Smith. 'Well, I don't know,' said Pete. 'Silly,' laughed Mrs Smith. 'You already are!' She was right, thought Pete. He didn't know how girls felt, but he didn't really feel like a boy any more. 'Just for this afternoon,' said Mrs Smith. 'Now, Peta can be a girl's name, but it's too much like your old name. How about Patty?' Pete was looking again at his reflection in the mirror. He saw a little girl in pigtails, wearing pink shortalls over a diaper and holding a doll. He certainly looked like a girl. And it was fun playing with his sisters. It couldn't hurt, he thought. 'OK,' he said. 'Good girl!' said Mrs Smith. 'You sit there and play and I'll get our drinks.' Pete sat, still looking at his reflected image. He felt the warmth of pee in his diaper. To be continued. . '

Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 9 'Not again, Rob,' said Sue. 'Just making sure, you know,' said Rob, heading to the bathroom for the third time since Sue had told Rob that Jane was due at 7pm. Rob felt as though he had the lead role in a play on opening night. He'd tidied up his Lego, reluctantly putting everything back in the box. He was wearing a shirt and chinos, with his only pair of adult underpants, and socks with brown laceup shoes. He still sat on the toilet to pee, after trying to stand up and having trouble keeping his penis clear of his clothing. Now, in the bathroom once more, he sat, trying to expel any last drops of urine from his bladder. He didn't want any accidents tonight. It felt odd not to have a diaper on, and Rob had felt naked and vilnerable, but was doing his best to push those thoughts aside. Hed be late to bed tonight. His usual bedtime was 8pm, and Sue usually sat on the bed reading to him until he fell asleep. Tonight, though, he hoped they could get undressed together and go to bed at the same time, like a normal couple. In fact, thought Rob, this could be the big change. His full recovery and return to his old life. He could easily stay up until 9 o'clock, or even 10, if he wanted to, he thought. He was determined to use this night to make big changes. Just after 7, the doorbell rang. 'I'll get it,' said Rob, and went to the door. The play has started, Rob thought. The audience is expectant as the leading man goes to the door. 'Well, hello Rob!' said Jane in surprise. 'Don't you look grown up!' Apologies for brevity. More soon.

Thanks treasuresman and Eagle069. I'd forgotten I hadn't finished this. I will trto do that. I'll also dig though and try to answer your question, Eagle0769 - then edit the story and make your question irrelevant ; P

Realisation Chapter 3 The pair arrived back at the picnic group. Bonnie's mother Fran, a friend of Toby and Eve's family, was there and had been pleased to see her Bonnie getting on well with Toby, whom she regarded as a personable young man. She glanced at Bonnie's white shorts as the pair drew closer. As Bonnie and Toby sat in a space on one of the large blankets spread on the lawn, Fran could see the slight bulge of Bonnie's wet pullup pushing out from her crotch. Only a mother wold notice that, she thought, as she leaned over to her daughter. 'Are you OK, Bonn?' she asked. Bonnie knew the implication of that question. 'Yes, fine mom,' she answered. 'Toby and I might go soon - he drove here and can give me a lift back home.' 'That's a good idea, honey,' said Fran with a quick but meaningful glance at Bonnie's shorts. She'd suggested diapers and a sundress for Bonnie, considering the long drive and likely time at the picnic, but Bonnie wouldn't hear of it. She knew that Bonn was perfectly capable of changing her pullup at home, and hoped that nice young Toby would't be aware of anything out of the ordinary. As Bonnie stood up, her mother, siting enxt to her, gave her a pat on her slightl padded bottom. 'Look after yourself, dear,' she said. 'I will, mom,' said Bonnie, and gathered her sunhat and few things. Soon Toby and Bonnie were on their way. As they drove towards Toby's apartment, Toby asked about the scrunched up garment Bonnie was holding. 'It's a sunhat,' Bonnie told him. 'Mum made it for me. I brought it along but I don't usually wear it.' 'Why not?' asked Toby. 'It makes me look a bit young,' replied Bonnie. 'Look.' Bonnie held the sunhat on her head, its ties hanging either side of her face. Toby laughed. With her rounded face, cute lips and big eyes, Bonnie looked like a toddler. 'A bonnet for baby Bonnie,' he said, still laughing. 'No!' said Bonnie with some passion. 'Just drive, Toby, OK?' Toby was brought up short. 'OK,' he said. 'It's just that you have such a young face.' 'I know,' said Bonnie. 'Just drive.' As they continued in silence, Toby could feel his erection stirring. The idea of baby Bonnie in her diaper and sun bonnet was a very attractive one. He can talk, thought Bonnie. His mom diapers him too, or so he says. They arrived at Toby's apartment and Toby led the way through the little garden to his door. Bonnie felt herself peeing into her already wet pullups. She realised with annoyance that she hadn't picked up her diaper bag when they left the picnic. Once inside, Toby gave Bonnie a quick tour of the small apartment. It was full of the usual young male accessories - a guitar, a decent stereo set, some weights, a rock poster or two and a lightweight bicycle against one wall. ''And this is the bedroom,' he said, opening the door. They entered. The bedroom was in keeping with the rest of the place. Dark blue bedding on the unmade bed, some shoes and runners scattered around the floor. 'Where do you keep your, er, diapers?' asked Bonnie. The moment of truth, she thought. 'Oh,' said Toby 'In here.' He opened a drawer. Bonnie coud see the familiar stack of folded white padding, and next to it some plastic pants and talc. She was relieved. 'Satisfied?' asked Toby, smiling at her. Bonnie blushed. She thought she had been more subtle about her scepticism. She felt herself peeing yet again. It must have been the drinks at the picnic, she thought. She discreetly put a hand under her bottom. The pullup was leaking and she could feel the telltale half moons of wetness there. 'We'd better keep moving, Toby,' Bonnie said. 'I've got heaps to do at home.' Toby caught the hints of desperation in Bonnies voice and face. 'If you need to change, you can wear my things if you want' We're not that much different in size,' he said. 'No, I mean it's OK,' said Bonnie, with another spurt of pee. This time she leaked at the front of the pullup. Toby followed her eyes downward as she looked at the dark mark spreading from the leg opening across the mound of her crotch. Bonnie wished that she'd taken her mom's advice and worn a proper diaper instead of making one of what her mom demeaningly called her 'bg girl statements'. 'I've got some shorts, too,' said Toby. 'In the second drawer. Bike shorts, but they should fit. I'll wait in the other room.' 'Thanks, Toby,' said Bonnie. 'I'm really sorry.' 'It's OK' he said. 'I understand,' he added with a kind smile. Bonnie returned his smile uncertainly. 'Have you got any pullups?' she asked. 'No, sorry,' said Toby. 'Just all in ones with tapes.' Bonnie looked as though she was going to cry. 'I can do them,' she said, 'But I'm not really good at it. I'll put them on if you can just...' 'Hey,' said Toby. 'Eve was in diapers at night until she was 15 and I used to get the job a lot of the time. I've had plenty of practice, and I know what girls look like.' 'Was she?' asked Bonnie then returned to her won problems. ''I'll put one on then call you,' she added. 'Yes, she was',' said Toby, 'But she'd never tell anyone. I'll leave you to it'. He was glad he was in the habit of tucking his penis downwards in his diaper, like his mom did when she diapered him. His erection was now straining uncomfortably between his legs as he turned to go out the door. To be continued.

: ) If only my tummy was that flat, Eagle0769! And there's not much chance of looking up the legs of my shorts. It would make a nice selfie, though.

Realisation Chapter 2 'I wear them too, Bonnie,' said Toby, leaning close to her and speaking quietly as Bonnie's best friend Georgia approached, looking concerned at the shouting and seeing Bonnie struggling with Toby. Toby felt her relax, and let go of her arms. They both turned to Georgia. 'You OK, Bonn?' asked Georgia, looking accusingly at Toby. 'Yeah, all good,' said Bonnie. 'We were just mucking around, weren't we Tobe?' replied Bonnie. Toby felt relieved, both because Bonnie had defused the situation, and because she seemed now to have made a kind of small alliance with him. They did have a lot in common, after all, he thought. 'Yep,' said Toby. Just mucking around.' 'Er, OK,' said Georgia. 'I was just wondering.' She looked oddly at Toby. 'Are you guys coming back for some cake?' she asked. 'In a minute,' said Toby. Not being one to interfere with her friend's personal dealings, and satisfied that Toby wasn't about to assault Bonnie, Georgia went back to the picnic. 'Why should I believe you?' said Bonnie once Georgia was out of earshot. It was no good her denying anything, she'd decided. She could see how her shorts would have given Toby a clear view of her diaper, which was wet at that. 'Because I do,' said Toby. 'Show me,' said Bonnie. 'I'm not wearing anything now,' said Toby. 'I thought so!' said Bonnie, the heat rising in her voice. 'You...' 'I don't need them during the day,' said Toby, 'Except, you know, for long trips and things.' 'Are you bullshitting?' asked Bonnie. 'No,' said Toby. 'On my honour.' 'Does Eve know?' Bonnie asked. 'Yeah, of course,' said Toby. It would be easy to ask Eve, Bonnie thought. She lost most of her scepticism. Maybe Toby could be that rare thing - 'a friend who knew'. No males outside her family knew about her diapers, that was for sure. Just her family and her closest girlfriends. She'd never had a boyfriend. 'I'm sorry I said that stuff,' said Bonnie. 'Don't worry about it,' said Toby. 'I was just trying to say I understand, you know, and you're not the only one.' 'And you're not, either,' said Bonnie. They sat quietly on their swings for a few minutes. 'So, you wet the bed,' Bonnie said. 'Most nights,' replied Toby. 'Do you diaper yourself?' asked Bonnie. 'Well, yeah,' said Toby. 'Since I moved out of home. If I go back there, mom still does it. She still doesn't think I can get the tapes right.' Bonnie laughed. Toby was glad to hear her laugh. It seemed to put the embarrassment and anger behind them, and in a way cemented their mutual understanding about what they had to wear. 'Same with my mom. I can do it, but she likes to because of the tapes. I usually wear pull-ups during the day, though,' said Bonnie. 'Do you mind wearing them?' asked Toby. He wanted to ask if she liked wearing them, but he wasn't sure how she'd take that. That question also led to a very private area for Toby. Bonnie didn't answer straight away. 'Don't think I'm funny, but I don't really mind,' said Bonnie. 'Except I never went to sleepovers, and I have to be careful changing for sport and stuff.' 'Same here,' said Toby. 'You can always sleep over at my place,' he added, then wished he hadn't. Bonnie laughed again. 'Is that an invitation, .Mr Toby?' she asked. 'Well, it's a friendly offer,' said Toby. 'I've got two bedrooms.' 'So one isn't a nursery?' said Bonnie, with a sly grin. Toby blushed. 'Of course not!' he said. Wow, he thought. His mind was turning over the possibilities of why Bonnie had said that. 'Come and get some cake,' said Bonnie, standing up. 'Good idea,' said Toby. They walked back towards the picnic. 'I've never seen your place,' said Bonnie as they walked. 'I'll give you a lift home, and we can call in there,' said Toby. 'Great,' said Bonnie. She still wanted to be sure Toby wasn't kidding her, and she wanted to see some evidence of his nighttime diapers. She really wanted him to be telling her the truth. 'You're a nice guy, Tobe,' she said, smiling at him. 'You're a nice girl,' Toby responded. To be continued.

Thank you! However, a problem using one jargon term is keeping other descriptions up to the same medical standard, which I can't do. Also, if I use my home made terms, I have more flexibility. There's an element of fantasy in these stories (!) and that flexibility allows me to invent medical conditions which probably don't really exist. In short , I can 'keep it unreal', with conditions like shrinking genitalia etc.

A nice story and a neat finish. Who knows what dreams really are, and if they could be shared?

Wow. This makes my stories look like nursery tales! ; )

Realisation Chapter 1 Toby got on well with his sister's friends, even now as they all grew into maturity. Now, at 26, he looked around at the bevy of girls he'd known since his school days. The occasion was his sister's birthday. Eve was turning 24, and had decided to celebrate in a picturesque local park, so here they were, with the rugs and picnic food set out, and clusters of friends here and there walking off the meal. Toby and Bennie were sitting on swings in the nearby playground. Bonnie was one of Toby's favourites among Eve's friends. Theyd been chatting for a while when Eve said 'When was the last time you were on a slide, Tobe?' Toby laughed. 'I can't remember,' he said. 'A waterslide, maybe?' 'Doesn't count,' replied Bonnie. 'Come on!' She got up and went to the ladder at the back of the slide, and began to climb. 'Come on!' she called back to Toby. Toby shrugged and trotted over to the ladder. He looked up at Bonnie's shapely rear clad in white shorts disappearing onto the top of the slide, and followed her up the ladder. Bonnie had already slid down and was standing in the sawdust at the bottom of the slide. Toby sat on the slippery steel holding the rails to each side of him and gave himself an almighty shove with his arms. The slide was long, well used and very slippery. Toby rocketed down it and ended up on his back in the sawdust, laughing as he looked up at Bonnie. Time seemed to stop as he saw something inside the loose leg of Bonnie's shorts. He saw it for only a second, but it was unmistakable. 'Are you OK?' Bonnie said, stepping to one side and looking down at Toby's wide eyes. 'Yeah,' said Toby. 'I er, just came down a bit fast.' 'You sure did,' said Bonnie. 'I thought you'd broken your back or something.' 'No,' said Toby. 'I'm fine.' He and Bonnie returned to the swings. 'Good slide, eh?' Bonnie asked him. Toby agreed, and they chatted for a while. Then Toby looked at her. 'Bonnie,' he said. 'Can I ask you a personal question?' Bonnie was a little taken aback. 'Well, it depends how personal,' she said. 'Personal,' repeated Toby. 'Well, OK,' said Bonnie uncertainly. She had serious feelings for Toby, and didn't want to create any barriers to things progressing. She looked at Toby. 'Go on,' she promoted him. 'Ask.' 'OK,' said Toby. 'Are you... are you wearing a diaper?' e Bonnie glared at him, then stood up. 'You shit!' she shouted. 'Fucking personal all right. You shit!' She put her hand to the hem of her shorts, pressing it against her thigh. 'You shit!' she repeated. 'Were you...' 'Hold on, Bonnie,' said Toby. Other people in the party were alerted by the shouting and were watching the pair, thankfully from a distance, thought Toby. 'You little creep,' Bonnie continued. Toby took her, struggling, by both forearms. 'Bonnie,' he said, looking her in the eyes. 'Stop it. I wouldn't have asked, except, I wear them too.' Now Bonnie stopped still. 'What?' she said. To be continued

Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 8 Sue laughed good naturedly at her excited husband. 'Well, you didn't get much sorting done,' she said, looking at the unopened boxes and the carefully arranged farm scene that Rob had created on the floor. 'It looks as though you spent the morning playing.' The word playing struck Rob very hard. He stared at Sue for a moment, taking in her carefully arranged hair and perfect makeup, then looked down at her stylish business attire, and finally her stocking feet in their heeled, glossy black shoes. He felt acutely aware that he was wearing a diaper - a wet diaper - a T shirt, and nothing else. And he had been playing all morning. He glanced down at the Lego farm layout he had made. Tears began to fill his eyes. He was an adult, he told himself. He was Sue's husband, on medical leave from a serious and significant business job doing... he couldn't quite remember, but put that aside. 'I wasn't playing,' he said. Sue laughed again, and hugged him. 'Of course you weren't,' she said, then noticed his tears. 'Are you OK, honey?' she asked. 'What's up?' 'I just want to be like we were,' said Rob. 'I'm an adult, Sue.' 'Oh, honey,' said Sue. 'I know. We've talked about that. Remember? With Jane? We talked about adjusting.' 'But you haven't adjusted,' said Rob, wiping his eyes. 'I have, honey, in more ways than you know,' said Sue. She thought for a moment. 'I'm going to ask Jane for dinner,' she said. 'Tonight if she can come. We'll dress up a bit. You can wear slacks and shoes.' Rob brightened up. He hadn't worn shoes for ages, or proper trousers. He realised again that he'd just stopped wetting, but put that out if his mind. He was going to be an adult again. To be continued.

Good question, junyour. Let me know the answer! : )

This is a short tale. The plot such as it is occurred to me when I saw a photo, which I'll include in the story.

Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 7 'Are you feeling better, baby?' asked Sue, holding her husband and stroking his hair. 'Yes,' said Rob. 'Good,' said Sue. She picked up the remote and turned on Rob's cartoon show. 'You sit here and enjoy the cartoons and I'll get us a snack,' said Sue. She got up and turned to Rob. 'A drink and some cookies?' she asked. 'OK,' replied Rob. Rob looked at his wife as she turned and went to the kitchen. She was wearing grey slacks and a white blouse. She looked like any normal adult woman about to go to work. She wasn't wearing a diaper because she didn't need one. Rob tried to picture himself when he used to go to work every day, wearing a suit - and no diaper. The image in his mind was like a scene from a movie, as if he were watching someone else, not him. His reality was different. He looked down at the puffy plastic pants with his diaper beneath. He needed to wear a diaper because he wet his pants, and now he messed them too. He was dressed properly now. A T shirt and diaper was all ne needed. He looked at his bare legs and feet. He didn't need shoes now either. He was suddenly aware of a little muscular jerk in his groin as he stopped peeing. He hadn't even realised he'd started, but now he felt the spreading warmth in his diaper. Simultaneously, he wanted Sue, and responded to the urge by calling out to her. Rob was shocked by the sound he heard himself make. He hadn't intended to say anything in particular in calling to Sue, but it wasn't the loud, inarticulate wail that came from somewhere within him. Once he'd started he couldn't stop it. He realised with a kind of horror that he was crying because he'd wet his diaper. Through his tears eyes he saw Sue rushing from the kitchen. His tears and crying abated as Sue sat down next to him and put her arms around him. Sue put a hand to the warm front of his diaper. 'Sshh, honey, you're just wet,' she told him. 'We'll get you changed before our snack, OK? You've had a difficult morning, but everything's OK now.' Sue's impulse was to say 'Mommy's here now and everything's all right,' but she ckecked herself. 'I'm here now and everything's all right,' she assured Rob. Rob was quiet and compliant as Sue changed his diaper on the floor in front of the sofa. As she dusted his modest genitals with baby powder she noticed with satisfaction that his skin was smooth and totally hairless. The permanent depilatory treatment had done its work. Sue thought his skin seemed softer too. She thought it was odd how utterly happy she felt, diapering her husband. She looked down at Rob, who was staring at her breasts beneath her blouse as she leant over him. She smiled at him and felt regret that she didn't have time to sit and suckle him. With Rob back on the sofa watching TV, Sue got the cookies and drinks together. As they sat eating, Sue wondered if she should leave Rob alone while she was at work. She didn't want him trying to take off and refit his diaper while she wasn't there. She decided to talk to Jane about it, but for today she thought things would work out. 'Rob,' she said to him, 'I'm going to work in a minute, but I'll be back at lunchtime to get you something to eat, and to change you if you need it. I don't want you trying to take off your diaper if I'm not here, OK? If you have to use it, that's OK.' Rob looked at her. It didn't seem long ago that he was occasionally wetting the bed and they were arguing about him needing to wear a nighttime diaper, and now he was diapered during the day and she was telling him it was OK to wet it. He felt like a toddler being talked to by his mommy. It wasn't just a superficial, fleeting feeling, either. It felt like reality. 'Last one,' said Sue, interrupting his thoughts as she picked up the last cookie and offered it to Rob, who opened his mouth to accept it. Sue stood up. 'I'm going to work now,' she said. 'I'll be back at lunchtime, and I'm finishing early, so I won't be away long. Just watch cartoons, and' Sue said, glancing at the cartons nearby, 'You could start on sorting those boxes. But don't make a mess. And remember, use your diaper if you have to, and I'll change you. It's what it's for. OK honey?' 'OK,' said Rob. He was aware that things were very different today than they had been yesterday, but wasn't sure exactly when that had happened. He was doing his best to accept that Sue was leaving, although, he realised, she'd been going to work every day. But today was different. Rob watched her walking out the door and cried for a while after she'd left. He watched cartoons for some time, then got off the sofa to go to the cardboard boxes. Without realising it, instead of standing up, he put one knee to the floor and climbed down. It didn't seem worth standing up for such a short walk. He crawled the few metres to the boxes and was soon unpacking the first one. It was the one he'd dropped, and was full of trinkets - a few small framed photos, some lamps and other items. Rob repacked the things he'd taken outband opened the next box. He grinned as he saw his old teddy. 'Hullo!' he said aloud, sitting Teddy carefully to one side. He removed a bulky cotton bag. Inside, he was pleased to see, were his old Legos, and a collection of plastic farm animals. This was a find, he thought, shaking all the pieces onto the floor. Like riding a bike, he seemed not to have forgotten any of his favourite pieces and how they fitted together. When Sue arrived, Rob was still sitting happily on the floor with Teddy propped up next to him. He'd constructed a kind of Lego farm layout, and was moving animals from one place to another. Rob heard the door open, and before Sue could greet him, he called out 'Look!' to her and sat back from his work as she approached. 'My Legos!' Rob said excitedly. 'And Teddy!' Sue smiled down at him. She could see the darkened diaper under the crotch of his plastic pants. She took in the sight, and felt a surge of happy emotion. 'Haven't you been having fun,' she said to him. 'Well, come and sit down and tell me all about your morning, then we'd better change that wet diaper,' she added, going to the sofa and sitting down. Sue was a little surprised to see Rob crawl over to the sofa and climb up onto it to sit next to her. She was glad he was wearing plastic pants. He really did need them, she thought. Rob snuggled happily against her. 'I found all my Legos!' he began. To ge continued.

Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 6 With Rob dressed, Sue asked him to go to the garage with her. 'Those boxes in front of my car,' said Sue. 'All that stuff from your parents' place. I thought we could take them inside and you could sort it out. I'm sure there are a lot of things we can't use. And it'll make a change from cartoons for you.' Sue ignored the pout on Rob's face. 'OK?' said Sue. 'Can you manage that first one?' Rob was clearly struggling. Sue had forgotten how weak he'd become. She walked around the car to the other side of the cardboard box, and lifted it easily. 'I can get a better grip from this side,' she said diplomatically. 'What about that one there?' Rob lifted the small box she'd indicated without much trouble. There were only half a dozen cartons. Sue picked up the larger of the last two boxes. 'Will you be OK with that one?' Sue asked. 'Yep,' said Rob, as he exerted himself to lift the carton. As they made their way to the garage door, Sue heard the contents of Rob's carton jangle as he dropped it. She put her carton down and went back to Rob, who was crying. Her first thought was that he was hurt. 'Oh, honey,' she said. 'Are you ok?' Rob look up at her with his eyes streaming. Sue heard a light splashing and saw that Rob was standing still with his legs slightly apart. A stream of urine from a rapidly spreading dark patch at his crotch was splashing onto the concrete floor. 'Oh, Rob,' she said with concern, putting her arms around him. 'N...no,' stuttered Rob. 'I...I've...' His tears took over. Instinctively, Sue lowered her hand to the seat of Rob's pants and felt the soft mass there. 'Oh, baby,' she said. 'Come on.' Sue led her upset husband inside. Rob calmed down as Sue cleaned him up in the bathroom and put him in a diaper and plastic pants. It seemed the obvious thing to do, and Rob didn't object. Rob tried to apologise, and Sue could see how upset he was. She felt for him. He had been so pleased to be in grown up underpants and confident of staying dry all day, then had done the most infantile act possible. Rob couldn't complain about being in a daytime diaper after soiling his pants. He'd had some close calls with pooping recently, and hadn't told Sue, but now he'd done it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd pooped his pants. The tears started again. Rob didn't care that he was wearing only his diaper and t shirt now. He just wanted to lose himself in the cartoons and forget what had happened. At least Sue wasn't cross, he told himself. 'I'm sorry,' he told Sue yet again. 'It's all right, sweetie,' said Sue, giving him a kiss and a hug. 'It's not the first time it's happened to someone. We were probably a bit overconfident about you not needing daytime diapers at the moment, weren't we? Rob nodded unhappily. She was right. At least the diaper made him feel safe if it happened again. Sue was feeling a continuing warm buzz about her husband agreeing that he needed daytime diapers. 'Thank you,' Rob mumbled through his tears. Sue hugged him again. 'Lets go into the living room and forget about it, OK baby?' said Sue. Rob nodded as he followed her there. Sue settled him on the sofa and retrieved the last boxes from the garage. She wondered about a babysitter, then decided to have a talk with Rob to see if he could manage while she was at work. She rang her office to say she'd be late, then sat down next to Rob. To be continued. '

Sorry about all these short chapters! Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 5 Sue woke first the next morning. Rob was snuggled against her, fast asleep with his half open mouth around her nipple. Sue smiled, moved her drool-covered breast away from Rob's lips and eased herself out of bed. She smiled again as she saw Rob sleepily replace her nipple with his thumb. She showered and put her underwear on, liking the feeling of the new full cotton briefs she'd bought. Granny pants they might be, she thought, but they were very comfortable. Now that Rob's penis only peed, she didn't feel the same about wearing skimpy lace briefs. Plus, these feel more maternal, she thought with a little thrill of pleasure. Rob's diaper was soaked, but the plastic pants had done their job and the sheets were dry. Sue got Rob up, removed his diaper and sat him on the bed as she applied another coating of depilatory cream to his groin. She also treated his armpits and the light hair on his legs and arms. 'Why?' asked Rob as she lifted his arms. 'For hygiene, honey,' replied Sue. 'And it's just as well to have you all smooth.' Rob was thinking about the logic of that as Sue helped him into the bath. 'Can't I just have a shower?' Rob asked. 'No,' said Sue. 'You should have a bath now and then, and I have some time this morning. We can make it fun. Let's have some bubbles,' Sue added, pouring some bubble bath solution under the gushing tap. Rob was soon happily moving handfuls of bubbles around, so Sue left him to make breakfast. When Sue returned, she found the bathroom floor wet, with clumps of bubbles around the bath. 'I didn't expect you to wash the bathroom floor, Mr Messy!' said Sue. 'Out you get,' she said, grabbing Rob's arms. 'I don't want to,' objected Rob, pulling against Sue. 'Rob, please,' said Sue. 'If you want another bubble bath, please behave. Now hop out, or I will be late.' It's really up to me when he has a bubble bath, thought Sue with satisfaction. It was a small thing, but Sue was finding considerable pleasure in treating Rob like a child. He was making it easy with his behaviour, she realised. She wondered if he'd suddenly notice and get angry. Then I'd spank him, Sue thought suddenly, with an inner giggle. She dried Rob as he stood quietly in front of her. 'Do you think you can stay dry all day again?' Sue asked him, leading him to the bedroom. 'Yes,' said Rob, looking confidently at her. 'OK, then,' said Sue. 'It's grown up underpants. But make sure you don't wet them. Use the toilet if you need to. Don't try to hold on. 'I won't,' Rob assured her as she dressed him. 'Good boy,' said Sue. It was strange, she thought. It now seemed perfectly natural for her to remind her husband not to wet his pants. To be continued.

Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 4 Rob's diaper was soaked, about which he was apologetic, but he didn't mention the nightie he was dressed in. Sue was in a hurry to get to work, and had Rob showered, changed and breakfasted in short order. 'Do you want to wear pull-ups today, just in case?' Sue had asked when Rob had showered. 'No!' retorted Rob. 'I don't need them during the day...except for, you know, car trips,' he added quietly. Well, at least that's not a flat refusal, Sue found herself thinking. She helped Rob dress in jeans and then found an old Star Wars t shirt. It seemed the right clothing to watch cartoons in, and Rob grinned as she pulled it over his shoulders. 'I remember this,' he said happily. She left Rob watching cartoons and was soon backing her car out of the garage. She looked at the pile of boxes from Rob's parents' house as she did so. They'd been there for months. She decided to ask Rob to sort through them. It would give him something more engaging to do than watch cartoons, she thought. She'd ask him tomorrow, she decided. Sue had her usual busy day at work, while at home, Rob did his best to stay dry. It meant five or six trips to the bathroom, but Rob was very proud of his dry pants when he greeted Sue. 'Look!' he said as he met her at the door. 'All dry!' He said, presenting his crotch to her between his hands. 'Good boy!' said Sue. She smiled as she followed Rob inside. She liked the idea that her husband was proud that he could go a whole day without wetting his pants. She felt the little tingle of pleasure again. Sue diapered Rob before dinner, using the same excuse of having work to do. Rob grumbled, but not much this time. She left his t shirt on, and as soon as she had his diaper on, Rob scooted back to the TV. Sue smiled again at that. She made him a bowl of mac and cheese, which he ate on the floor in front of the TV. Sue decided she'd eat later. She had to wipe Rob's messy face again, and again he complained, but less than the previous time. Sue retired to her home office, and ate later. At around 8pm, she found Rob asleep, propped up against the sofa. He'd wet quite heavily, and Sue went to the bedroom before waking him and returned with his changing things. She wasn't sure why she enjoyed changing him on the floor. 'There we are,' she said when she was finished. Rob was still a little sleepy. 'Do you want to sit up on the sofa with... with me before you go to bed?' Sue asked him. Rob nodded, and they cuddled up on the sofa for a while. Sue switched the TV to the news, and a few minutes later, Rob was asleep again. Sue helped her groggy husband up, and led him to the bedroom. He didn't speak as she swapped his t shirt for a nightie and settled him in bed. Sue took off her makeup and changed into her track suit. She looked in the big mirror and as pleased how much she now looked like the other moms at the supermarket. She didn't notice the slip in her thoughts. To be continued. This is only short, but I'm very busy near Christmas!

I think it's a good start. Well done. The title 'Parasite' and the mysterious 'incision scar' are intriguing. I'm keen for more!