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The morning after the night before... Nick wakes up in his crib and comes to terms with his submissive position whilst George and Kirsty discover than sometimes even the most unplanned things can just happen... And that, for one of them at least, there are some uncomfortable consequences. --- This story, like all my story updates, has been available on Patreon for one week, I post an update every four days and everything remains Patreon only for one week. For $5 a month you can get access to all my public stories. For $10 you also get access to exclusive Patreon only stories. There are other tiers and rewards available all of which can be found on my Patreon page. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A huge thank you to everyone who supports me on Patreon: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Sith, Daniel, Dillon W, Ak, M, Sophie S, Earnest B, Jack O, Joshua M, Neshon C, Txdiapered, Kin, P74_1986, Chris, Dre, Mike H, Kei, Dorian G, C Dom, Persi S, Ceneroz, Rob, Kyle L, Darrel, Jack C, S Millard, Cheryl C, Carlota C, Ron M, Tsidt, Britnee L, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, J Land, Tim F, Chris B, WillNotWill, Jerry J, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, John D, Tomy, Infouneed2know, Daniel W, LuvsSissy, Guilyn, Erik P, Bojack D, Shihouin10, Scott S, DiaperingDaddy, Miguel A, James B, A Random Patreon, Ben R, Lin J, Ben F, Kent J --- Nick woke up the next morning in the same way that he was used to. His eyes slowly opened to see the bars of his crib surrounding him and he had grabbed his blanket in the night to hug close to him. One of the things Nick missed since losing his adulthood was sleeping in the same bed as his wife, this crib was a far cry for the marital bed that he had been used to. Nick adjusted and sat up slowly as he woke up with a yawn. As he moved he felt the familiar presence of his nappy separating his thighs. He already knew he was wet but Nick reached down and prodded his padding anyway. The spongy feeling was familiar, even in the new nappies. With a yawn Nick looked at the door to the nursery. It was still closed so Sarah was probably in bed. Nick had heard her come to bed a while after he had so he could be left lying there for a while for all he knew. Sarah hadn’t been lying about these new nappies. They were extremely thirsty and despite being certain he had wet plenty in the night Nick knew the padding was still very clearly capable of taking a lot more punishment. He had no idea if it was good that the nappy was more absorbent or not, less changes were probably good about potential humiliation but it would mean more time spent in wet padding. Nick rubbed his eyes and looked out of the window. The sun was rising but was still hanging low over the houses on the skyline. Without a clock it was impossible to know what time it was but he knew it was still early, without knowing when his wife was coming this could often be the most boring part of the day. Nick sighed and laid back down as he tried to relax and wait patiently. It didn’t feel good to be this reliant on another person but without Sarah he knew he would be a prisoner in his bed for the foreseeable future. As Nick waited he grew exceedingly bored. Time seemed to pass really slowly and after a few minutes of silence Nick started to wonder how much time he had. He looked at the door guiltily as if it would show a countdown of how much time he had. “There’d be no harm if I…” Nick muttered to himself. He trailed off as he listened to the house in case there was a creak of a floorboard or a thud of a footstep. Silence. Nick reached down with his hands and gently massaged the front of his wet padding. The sound of crinkling plastic filled the room. Nick tried to pleasure himself stealthily but the plastic echoed around the room, he hoped that the noise wasn’t carrying down the landing. “Come on…” Nick whispered to himself as he tried to rub his erogenous zone through the thick padding. It was no good. After five minutes of desperately trying to get himself excited Nick gave up, the padding was too thick and Nick just couldn’t feel himself. It was extremely frustrating. He threw his arms to his side in frustration and closed his eyes. It was about an hour before Sarah opened the door to the nursery and walked in. She was in her bath robe as usual and looked very tired, she still found time to smile at her baby as she walked past and over to the changing table. Nick watched Sarah set up a new nappy for him with disinterest. One nappy was just like any other to Nick who barely noticed the difference between the thinner nappies and the thicker ones, they all made him waddle. “Ready for another big day?” Sarah asked her pampered husband. “A big day?” Nick replied with a frown. “I swear you would forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on.” Sarah giggled as she lowered the side of the crib and helped Nick climb out of his bed, “We are going to Kirsty’s. She wants to show us a few things.” “She wants to show you how not to take advantage of me.” Nick muttered darkly. “Careful.” Sarah gently chided her husband, “I’m sure you don’t want to go to Kirsty’s house with suppositories up your butt.” Nick swallowed and looked at his wife in shock. She had never threatened something like that before and it was not something Nick wanted to push about. He just happily followed Sarah to the changing table and then clambered up in his wet padding. Lying flat on his back Nick felt the nappy loosen as the tapes were removed. He relaxed as the front was lowered and he was wiped. The nappy was soaked and when Sarah pulled it away she clucked her tongue and shook her head, it was clear she was overreacting to try to make Nick feel bad but it wasn’t working. Nick was too busy worrying about going back to Kirsty’s house. Nick remembered the way he had left. The drama that ended up with him hitting George and storming away was still fresh in his mind and knowing that he was going to see them again definitely made him nervous. He felt bad for punching George but he also felt very hurt after what he felt was a betrayal from the sissy. “Right.” Sarah said. Nick quickly came back to reality, “All done. Let’s get some breakfast before we head off.” --- Kirsty stretched and let out a yawn as she slowly woke up. She felt the warm sunlight falling on to her face through the window, clearly she had forgotten to close the curtain the previous night. She could feel a very slight headache, she hadn’t had too much to drink the previous night but she certainly did have some. The meal had been nice but a little awkward at times. Kirsty’s own fault for what she had done in the past. She remembered the kiss and then the ride home. She remembered laughing and joking with George and then… “Good morning.” George said quietly with a yawn. Kirsty’s eyes shot open and she rolled over in bed to see George lying next to her. Suddenly the events of the previous night flooded back. George had turned to go to his nursery but Kirsty had stopped him and offered him a place in her bed. George had asked if she was sure and that she wasn’t making a drunken mistake, she responded that she knew what she was doing. The pair of them had laid down and Kirsty had started getting things heavier. Kirsty had pulled off George’s clothes as he kissed her passionately. The nappy was ripped off with the tapes still attached to the front, it was thrown to the foot of the bed. Kirsty remembered pulling a condom out of her bedside table and she remembered what happened next. “Hello.” Kirsty whispered in return. She wasn’t sure what to say or do, this was not a situation she thought would happen. “So… This is a little awkward, right?” George giggled as he spoke. “A little bit.” Kirsty smiled as she agreed, “But I don’t regret it.” “I’m glad.” George replied, “So what do we-” “Go to your nursery and wait for me on your changing table.” Kirsty cut George off and smiled. George smiled back at her warmly. Kirsty winked at George. “Yes, Mistress.” George smiled widely as he climbed out of the bed naked. He picked up last night’s nappy and folded it up. Kirsty sat up and got dressed. She found herself smiling and she couldn’t seem to stop. When Kirsty walked into her sissy’s nursery just a few minutes later she found George obediently lying down on the table. Both people were smiling and generally acting quite awkwardly around each other as Kirsty walked across the room and began to unfold a new nappy. “Last night was nice.” Kirsty said to George. She blushed as she spoke. “It was.” George agreed. “But we can’t let it be a regular thing.” Kirsty warned, “I’m your Mistress not your lover.” “Not regular… But occasional?” George asked with a little twinkle in his eye. “We’ll see.” Kirsty couldn’t get rid of the little smile that was lighting up her face. She was acting liking a hormonal teenager and it caused her some embarrassment. Kirsty lifted George’s legs and placed the new diaper underneath him. It was one of George’s special pink diapers. She pulled the front of the padding up between George’s legs before pausing. “I think we need to remind you of the power aspect.” Kirsty said thoughtfully. She lowered the front of the diaper and exposed the sissy again. George watched from the table as Kirsty opened a drawer and pulled out a few things. He gulped nervously at what he was seeing, he knew Nick and Sarah were coming over today and he was already nervous enough. “Your little clittie cage.” Kirsty said as she held out a small pink chastity device and holding it in the air. George gulped as the cock cage was placed on the still open nappy. He was even more dismayed to see that Kirsty wasn’t done. “And your hollow butt plug.” Kirsty held up a long piece of clear transparent plastic with a hole all the way through from top to bottom. George hadn’t used this plug much and it was a very new addition to Kirsty’s toy collection. He knew what it did though. The plug held open his anal sphincters and the hole meant that he would mess himself with much less control, indeed when he pushed down with his tummy muscles he knew there would be nothing he could do to stop from messing. “D-Do I have to wear those?” George asked nervously. His small effeminate voice betrayed his nervousness. “I think after last night I have to make sure you know who’s in charge.” Kirsty stated, “So yes, you do have to wear them.” George swallowed again as Kirsty started to affix the pink plastic chastity cage. Once it was all put together it barely fit George’s member inside, any swelling would cause the sissy great pain. He rarely felt as emasculated as when he couldn’t get hard or relieve himself sexually. It was as if Kirsty was taking control of his genitals. When Kirsty moved her hands away George could feel the plastic chastity cage weighing down his diaper area, he looked down to see his poor caged penis. He was nervous about what was coming next. Kirsty pulled out the lube and started liberally applying it to butt plug. George looked at the plug with trepidation. Even worse, he could feel himself becoming excited by the sight of it which caused his penis to expand against it’s prison and send pain through his body. “I can tell from the look on your face that you are looking forward to this.” Kirsty giggled as she saw the pained wincing from her sub. Kirsty placed the plug down and lifted George’s legs into the air just like she would for a diaper change. She instructed George to hook his knees with his arms and keep his legs in the air, he did as he was told immediately. George was breathing a little hard as he pulled his legs back as far as he could His legs blocked Kirsty and her toy so he couldn’t see when it was coming, he just tried to stay as relaxed as possible. “Tell me if you need me to stop, OK?” Kirsty said quietly. “Yes, Mistress.” George replied rather breathlessly. Kirsty could see George’s little brown hole right in front of her. She pointed the thin end of the plug towards the sensitive opening and slowly moved it closer. She knew the anticipation for when it was coming was driving George mad and she liked it. Slowly, Kirsty moved the plug closer and closer until it was resting on George’s ass. She could feel him whimper a little bit when he felt it’s touch, she loved his reactions. He was practically begging for it to be put in just to stop the anticipation. Kirsty pushed it forward slightly and the very tip entered the trembling sissy. Kirsty heard a moan of shock quickly give way to a moan of pleasure, she smiled as she slowly pushed it in further. “Just a little more.” Kirsty said as the plug passed the halfway point. George’s legs were twitching with every move. George was looking up and the ceiling and wincing from what his cage was doing to him. He could feel every centimetre of plug entering him until he finally felt the flared base pressing against his cheeks. George grunted slightly as he felt Kirsty’s hand leave the plug. “Now you are all ready for your nappy.” Kirsty said as she gently lowered George’s legs. George winced a little as his legs were returned to the table and he felt both the constricting cage and the plug shift uncomfortably. He felt almost like a machine with so many little toys poking and prodding him. He tried to forget about them as the front of his new pink nappy was lifted up and taped closed. It was impossible to forget since every step sent a reminder to George’s brain. Kirsty dressed George in a rather plain pink t-shirt and some blue denim overalls that were cut off at the knees. The straps ran up and over each of the sissy’s shoulders. It was a nice and comfortable outfit for lounging around the house. As George walked down the stairs after Kirsty he heard the doorbell ring and froze in his place. He nervously whimpered as Kirsty approached the door. “Relax.” Kirsty said, “It’s just Sarah and Nick.”

The Calibeen saga is a series of stories - Audrey & Staycee, Lottie, and Velvet - that follow the events of a correctional reformatory, intent on making the worst people into the best. In as little as a year, patients leave the institution with a 0% reoffender rate. But how do they do it? These stories can be read in any order. Audrey & Staycee Lottie Velvet is a prequel to Audrey & Staycee that explores the creation and refinement of the Calibeen institution. Of the three stories, Velvet is the most ABDL-focused. It takes a shotgun approach: hard and fast! Diapers, hypnosis, drugs. An expansive cast of characters, a hero, a villain! Velvet tells a straightforward narrative that is easy to follow and fun to read. Actually, this is sort of uncharted territory... Pudding and I have been working on Calibeen's final installment for years, and we don't even have a rough draft yet! I'm actually hoping posting the few chapters we have complete will motivate us to finish this series. Calibeen has been our white whale for almost seven years, and we are so eager to bring it to a close. Anyway... wish us luck! Complete PDF and ePub versions are up on Patreon! Please consider supporting us! ~Sophie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Velvet by: Sophie & Pudding 1.) Her New Home "We have a new inmate today." I was in the small staff room adjacent to the security checkpoint, sipping on poorly made coffee with a sour look on my face. Everything about our budget here was in a pinch, but that was the nature of experimental deployments. Nobody wanted to invest too much into something without a proven track-record. Things would be different once Ayla graduated the program, which she certainly would in the coming weeks, perhaps the coming days. Dr. Janick nodded in recognition of the small-talk and eyed the coffee-machine skeptically, a sandwich in one of her hands. "Alexander Duke." "Mmhmm. The Round Table Committee is curious to see how the program takes with a more troubled case. Like killing people is the worst we've dealt with? Everybody wants to kill someone sometimes. So passé." "I did read in the report that the judge was on a 50/50 split between here and Pascatero. Kids a nutjob." "Well, he won't be when we're done with him. You know when he's gonna be here?" "He's outside the checkpoint at the moment, being processed. You're taking him, right?" "Yeah, I think so. By the time he's settled in, Ayla will be out, and we'll have a new intake again, so I'll have to make sure there're no setbacks." "I heard Marlow wanted him." "He would, but he's a hack. He just wants the recognition." "Last thing we need is another Annie." I was guarded when the woman walked in the door. I sat still on the table and kicked my feet. She had a lab coat and nice shoes. But the kind of nice that could be nicer. Hm. Her hair was up. A clipboard in her hands. Taller than me, but then again, who wasn't? The orderly at my side stayed put. Like I could do anything with these handcuffs on... "Alexander Duke." There was a plastic clipboard in my hand, made from a single sheet of pink perspex — wooden clipboards were not allowed in any correctional facilities — but I didn't need to read anything on the chart. Alexander Duke had murdered every member of the grand jury, the 12 people who had been party to his brother’s incarceration. That kind of thing made the news. "I am Doctor Clement, and I'll be overseeing your entry into the program here." "...what is this place?" A hospital? A mental ward, probably. I was mandated here: experimental recovery for the mentally ill. That was all I was told. It certainly looked like a hospital. The rest of my life being fed and watching TV? It wasn't so bad. But it wasn't the rest of my life. My time was mandated between one and two years. I'd killed twelve people, and I had two years maximum in a hospital. How I'd gotten so lucky, I'd never know. "This is your home for the duration of the program." Which answered nothing at all, but there was a certain rapport that had to be built up before he'd be allowed to expect useful answers. "I can see why the judge recommended you for treatment — slight of build, below-average testosterone levels, confident demeanor. I think you'll be an excellent candidate. You're going to be here for some time, so how about we break down this formality somewhat — you may call me Colette." "I'm Alex," I said quietly, looking down at my feet. I didn't meet her gaze. I didn't act like I knew what I was doing or why I was here. I felt scared. Well, I looked like I felt scared. I was very good at acting. I swallowed hard and shuffled on the table, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "You prefer Alexander, but that's really neither here nor there — you'll be given a new designation as part of your enrollment here." He'd shown no remorse during the trial, no fear or discomfort or anything that might indicate that he had access to the fuller breadth of human interaction. The court hadn't deemed him sociopathic, but I'd certainly be curious myself. "Welcome to Project Calibeen. You will be rehabilitated and reeducated through unconventional an experimental means in effort to isolate and correct your behaviors." That all came from the marketing material, it was overly verbose and pointless. It didn't matter. In a few seconds, he'd start crying anyway. I could tell. Tears fell down my cheeks. I shook my head and tried to wipe them away with my shoulders. I tried to hide it, or pretended to try to hide it. I could hardly talk right, and when I did, I sounded so pathetic... “I… I didn't even... I don't know what happened... I used to have these blank spots... just times I didn't remember things well, and then... s-sorry... sorry... n-nevermind..." I nodded my head sympathetically, and cupped my hands together on the table, giving the boy a few precious moments of believing that what he was doing would work, before my look faded to a smirk. "Pretty baby face like yours, Alexander — that routine must work quite a lot. Don't worry, I can wait." "Wh-what...?" I looked up at her with wet eyes, but she just smiled back at me. She saw through that? But it was perfect! I sighed a little and rubbed the water out of my eyes with my shoulders. Ugh. I guess this is what I get when I'm all over the news... "Fine. I know what I did. You got me." No point keeping up this charade... I'd have to settle on a new one. "Things go a lot more smoothly here when we can trust one another, Alexander. In the end, you'e going to trust us implicitly either way, and it will go more positively for you if we find that we can trust you, early on. More privileges, less rules. Now, would you like to start this over, and we'll avoid the charades?" He wasn't anything new. I was actually kind of let down. "...yeah, sure. Can I have these handcuffs off though?" She looked at me incredulously and I rolled my eyes. "You're like a foot taller than me, and you've got Godzilla over here." I nodded to the orderly. "You really think I'm stupid enough to try to attack you? If you do, then you're the stupid one." "Not at all, Alexander. You're not in handcuffs because anybody is afraid of you — you killed with planning and the more efficient ways possible. Which meant sneaking up on people. You're clearly not anything other than a tiny little coward, so nobody is afraid of you." The male ego was the first thing to show up to a fight, and the first to fall as a result. "You're cuffed to remind you that you're no longer in control." "Of course not." Her attitude bothered me. She was... unique. Hm... "Why would I want to be in control? I'm here for help, Doctor Colette." I could see it on her name plate on the desk. Nicolette Clement. Did she not like her full name? So many questions. "So what now? How do I get better?" There was no doubt in my mind that this wouldn't be the boy’s last face he showed to me. Compliant and penitent. Did he think we were new at this? I smiled at him anyway, nodding my head slowly. "I'm going to introduce you to your fellow inmates, and appoint you a bedroom. You'll be sharing it with..." Curiously, I wondered how admin had arranged things, and flipped a few pages on the clipboard. "Annie." "Lead the way," I said with a smile. And to my delight, she did just that. I slid off the examination table as she passed and wrapped my cuffed hands around her neck. With a kick at her heels, we both fell backward onto the floor, the chain of the handcuffs choking her throat. The orderly rushed to remove me, but I kept the girl's neck tight against my chest, strangling her. "I sure would hate to be without these handcuffs," I chimed with a smile. "I might feel in control!' There was a very simple strategy that we were all taught during training for working in this program, though I'd been taught it in countless former roles as well. I went limp. I didn't struggle. The less I struggled, the easier it would be for the orderly to deal with the boy. And he did, too. Not with violence. With a shot into his neck. And just as soon as the stars appeared for me, he blacked out. "Are you okay, Doctor?" "Fine. Four-point him in the white room," the spare room that we didn't use as a bedroom, but likely would as we expanded. "Have him diapered, and give him a fluids drip. We'll try this interview again in 24 hours." A reaction. That's what I wanted. She'd learn to accept me, or she'd get hurt. The truth of the matter. I didn't care that I was left in the room alone. I didn't care that I was fastened to the bed, that I could feel myself urinate into the diaper on my waist. I wasn't hungry, because of the IV. I was content. I got her to react. Was aggressive, angry, violent Alex the Alex she wanted to deal with for the next two years? I could do that. Or she'd change her mind. Accept an easier Alex to handle. And I'd use it against her. Psychology made life so easy.

Officer Luke had been a cop for about 5 years and enjoyed his work. He was an intimidating figure standing at 6'7 and being a fit 32 year old man, not many wished to talk back to him . Luke loved being a man in charge on and off duty. Luke was single guy and was looking for a new challenge in his life. Luke was a bit of a ladies man but was lookiny for something challenging and exciting. As a cop he saw some interesting things, but none like he would see today. He was off in the side of the row when he saw a car in the distance driving a little too slow.

I buy my diapers in two different ways, online (Bambino) and at the drugstore for my Depends. I'm always a little shy when I go to the drugstore to buy my diapers, so I always dress well (it gives me confidence) and I try to assume who I’am and look at the cashier in the eyes with a beautiful smile . This time it was a beautiful young woman of 20 years old (last week was her also) and very nice, everything was fine but at one point she took me off guard when she asked me « do you want a bag? » and I hesitated a good 3 to 4 seconds before saying no, very embarrassed. It was to late the dommage was done and she understood that the diapers was for me, she asked me again « Are you sure? » said in a delicate and empathic way. Before leaving, she made me a beautiful smile and a wink, probably wanting to say, I know that the diapers are for you and that's ok whit me. She thought maybe I was incontinent but it does not matter because her kindness made my day.

I position Miles so he’s sitting across my lap then giving him a squeeze I say “ ok sweetie I know we all have some adjusting to do but I promise everything will be ok. First things first from now on you are the baby of the family that’s non negotiable. Your brothers are now your big brothers and you will listen to them and respect them just like me and mommy. Now then sweetie as the baby we will work hard to make sure that you’re safe and cared for. Meaning that you can never be alone or out of sight of a grown up. You have new bedtime 7:30 and I will personally be bathing you every evening. From now on you do not drive in fact I burnt your license and canceled your car insurance babys don’t drive. We will be getting you a whole new wardrobe a much more appropriate one. If your good changes may stop there but I will take things away based on behavior. No front seat or grown up tv no more phone or internet. I think that covers it oh and from now On you call me Daddy.

Luke took a deep breath and in a more regular voice said, " Easy there son, no need to cry a river. You seem a little too stressed, your job and your boss sound terrible." As Luke was shaking his head at this wet boy, he examined his driver license. His license was expired, but the big shock to Luke was that this guy was actually 20 years old! Luke looked down at this "20" year old kid, just looking at him and the way he was acting he could pass for a child or even a baby. Luke took a big sigh as he looked down at Max, "hey quit your whining or i'll give you something to cry about." Luke was thinking about letting him go with a warning, that is until he got a call back about the car's license plate. The system couldn't seem to find the car's license plate, this really meant Luke had to do something. Luke put the license and registration in his pocket and said, "Look Max, I was going to give you a warning and let you get home and changed your pissed soaked pants. But not only is your license expired but your car isn't even registered. Now I have to cuff you." Without warning Luke swung the door open, Max looked even smaller than he did a second ago. Luke laughed a bit with the idea of having to use anything from his belt to detain this shorty. Luke then unbuckled Max and lifted him out of the car with ease. With such a height and size difference, for Luke it was literally like picking up a baby. Luke made sure to hold Max at a distance because of how wet he was. Carrying him over to his police car he cuffed max and before placing him in the back seat he laid a blanket down. "I think we may have to take a stop first so you don't smell like piss anymore."

Luke watched as this run down car was going 20 mph on the freeway, then pull over on the side of the road. Luke turned on his lights and pulled up right behind the car. Slowly getting out of the car as Luke chewing gum, he looked up and down at this beat up car. He slowly made his way to the driver side and lightly tapped on the window. Then saying, "license and registration." As Luke titled his sunglasses down a bit to get a better look. This guy was a shorty, he looked like he could barely touch the gas pedal of this car. To make things more interesting this guy was balling his eyes out like a baby. This wasn't light crying, his face was bright red, a little bit of snot was coming down, big years streaming down. Luke felt a little sorry for him, but then got this God awful wiff of something. It smelled stall and somewhat familiar. Luke then examined the boy more closely and saw a huge puddle of piss. Luke in a loud voice said, "did you piss yourself?"

Might be good if your drive ends up in the water hazard!

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She had had a few drinks but was still very sober, she just needed to calm her nerves after hearing of her husband’s infidelity. She had known that Ritchie had been wild before he had suffered regression and that he liked to “play the field” as he put it. She was sure it had ended when Ritchie had grown up for the second time, she had been certain that he had a new perspective on life. She had been wrong. Putting her head to the nursery door, Linda could hear the distinct sounds of her husband snoring. She slowly and silently pushed the door open a crack and looked inside. The two padded men were both asleep, laying at opposite ends of the crib. Linda could see that Steven’s diaper was soaked but was unable to see the state of her husband. Like a burglar, Linda snuck over to the shelves next to the changing table and placed a CD in the small stereo. She covered her own ears with a set of ear muffs and then pressed play. She kept the volume relatively low but wanted to make sure the boys could hear it. She left the room and closed the door as stealthily as when she had entered. Linda could hear her husband snoring through the door when she removed her ear muffs. She smiled as she walked down the hallway to her own bedroom knowing that Ritchie would regret ever going back to his old ways. --- Steven was the first to wake up the next morning. He had fallen asleep before his brother and he woke up to the silence of the nursery, the only sound was his brother’s heavy breathing as he slept. Steven couldn’t help himself as he sat up, he leaned over to look at Ritchie’s diaper. Steven didn’t know what he expected. He didn’t expect Ritchie to still be struggling from his regression but it was rather annoying to know that he didn’t need these diapers at all when Steven had struggled with them so much. It was around fifteen minutes of mostly silence until Linda walked into the nursery in her dressing gown. Despite everything that had happened, Steven was still pleased to see her since it meant he would be allowed out of the crib. After the previous day Steven was desperate to get out of the confined bed. “Morning, boys.” Linda said as she stepped into the room with a smile. She walked straight over to the stereo to make sure it was off. She had planned for it to stop playing roughly an hour before she would come in. She was confident that things were going well. With some luck the boys would never know what was hitting them. “He… He…” Steven frowned as he tried to force the words out, “Hewwo.” Steven’s eyes flew wide. Did he just talk like a toddler again? He hadn’t done that for a long time. This was a very scary thing for someone who had been struggling to grow up again. The noise and commotion had woken up Ritchie who rubbed his eyes. He saw his wife in the room and quickly sat up. As angry and scared as he was Ritchie was glad to see the diaper was still dry. He quickly sat up and looked out at Linda, his lip trembled from emotion. He felt sorrow and remorse over what he had done, certainly he had learned his lesson. “Linda, I’m so… I’m so…” Ritchie started openly crying. He cried so hard that he couldn’t get his words out. It wasn’t the cry of an adult, it was the wail of a toddler who had been caught. “There, there.” Linda cooed as she walked over and lowered the side of the crib, “It’ll be OK.” Linda grabbed Linda’s hand and assisted him down from the crib. He wanted to hug his wife, have her console him but when she let his hand go and stepped back Ritchie found himself swaying unsteadily. He quickly dropped down on to his knees and then fell forward so that his hands supported him. He felt so weak, something must be going on. “Steven? Do you need a diaper change?” Linda asked sweetly. “Ye… Yeth.” Steven lisped. What was wrong with his speech? Linda grabbed Steven’s hand and walked him to the changing table. As she lifted him up she could hardly believe how successful the tape had been. She had been told that those messaged before were incredibly susceptible to it happening again but this was progress like she couldn’t dream of. Linda quickly pulled the tapes off Steven’s diaper and lowered the front. The only sounds in the room were her husband’s confused sniffles and the crinkling of diapers. Ritchie was trying to stand up, he kept getting up to his knees but his muscles just wouldn’t support him. On the third failed attempt he landed on his padded rear quite hard and immediately fell the familiar feeling of urine spurting into his diaper without his control. He frowned again, what the hell was going on? “You should just stay on all fours.” Linda recommended, “A lot safer for a baby like you.” Ritchie turned around and looked up at Linda with his tear filled eyes. He was confused but starting to put things together. He heard his brother’s speech and felt his own deterioration… Linda was messaging the pair of them. He looked up at the stereo with accusatory eyes. “Well done.” Linda said coldly, “You’ve worked it out.” Ritchie could hardly believe his wife would have done it but when he looked into her cold eyes he knew it was the truth. This was a side of Linda he had never seen before, it was very scary. Linda placed a new diaper underneath Steven and taped it up. Lifting the younger man off the table, Linda looked over at her husband. “Your diaper can wait till later.” Linda declared after inspecting the padding with her eyes, “Steven, bring your brother to the kitchen for breakfast.” Linda walked out of them room with a wide smile. She had known as soon as she heard that Ritchie had cheated what she was going to do. She would be lying if she hadn’t investigated subliminal messaging, after everything that had happened, how could she not? “Sit at the table and I will be out with food soon.” Linda instructed as she walked in to the kitchen. Linda had done her research and found out that this subliminal messaging was a bigger thing than she thought and, just to experiment, she had made one that made the suggestion to Ritchie that he should allow his brother to grow up. When he had come home from his mother’s house a few days later and told Linda he had followed the hidden command she knew it was very legit. After locking Ritchie and Steven in the crib the previous night it had been simple for her to go to the computer and create a new tape. The message was simply designed to regress both boys before Karen came home and it was working better than Linda could ever have hoped for. “She’s messaging us!” Ritchie whispered, “I can’t believe it!” Steven was less incredulous than his brother. He had seen Linda’s nasty side before and he wasn’t overly surprised that the scorned woman was capable of this. Breakfast was a quiet affair. Ritchie begged for forgiveness but when it became clear Linda wasn’t listening to his pleas he stopped talking and despondently ate the cereal he was given. His weak limbs made it hard to coordinate but he managed to eat most of the food without incident. Following breakfast Ritchie got his already soaked diaper changed before both boys were left in front of the television with a bunch of toys whilst Linda stayed on the computer in the bedroom. For a week this was the routine. Diaper changes and boredom as they were left listening to the tinkling baby tunes that hid the insidious message. Slowly but surely the messaging caused the men to descend back to toddlerhood. Steven was despondent as all the progress that months and months of hard work had brought him were being undone in a matter of days. Watching his brother regressing next to him just compounded the misery as neither of them had the strength to fight it off. Steven’s speech was the first thing to go. His words became more and more slurred until he realised that Linda was really struggling to understand him. At that point he just decided it was better not to talk at all. After a week he wasn’t sure what state his voice would be in if he attempted to communicate but he suspected he could babble at best. Steven’s strength went next. He had never been the strongest person in the world but now his limbs felt so heavy and uncoordinated that any and all movement was made difficult. After a week of this messaging a lot of Steven’s days were spent playing with the baby toys around him. He never moved far and with Ritchie usually right next to him, they listlessly watched cartoons on the television all day. The messaging must have been strong and Steven would have been impressed if it weren’t being used on him, and the two brothers were left much more helpless than they had been before. The last vestiges of Steven’s adulthood slipped away for the second time when what little control he had regained of his bladder and bowels evaporated. It was strange that it was weak when the messaging started and yet was the last thing Steven noticed going. He didn’t ask but he assumed Ritchie had experienced a similar decline, neither of them really spoke now, it was pointless since they couldn’t really understand each other. The regression was stronger than Steven could believe. It made what he had done with his own messaging seem like child’s play. He couldn’t believe how much he had changed. Without being able to properly move, talk or do anything for himself he was left completely helpless as was his brother. Steven’s situation was rendered even worse by the fact that despite the decline in all of his functions, he could still think rationally. It was horrible to witness your own decline and knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it. “Diaper check time!” Linda’s sing-song voice pierced the quiet living room and Steven turned his head to see her walk out of the kitchen. Steven thought that Linda must have gone completely insane when she found out Ritchie had cheated on her. She smiled toothily as she walked over to the boys. Linda leaned down and whilst staring at Steven in the eye she cupped the padding against Steven’s crotch and felt that the younger man was soaked. “Lin… Lin…” Ritchie had crawled over and was screwing his face up in deep concentration, “Ple… Ugh, Please…” “Wow.” Linda responded with a look of wonder on her face, “Is that the best you can do? Go on… Say your own name. If you can say your name I’ll stop this. Go on, say it for mommy!” “Ri… Ri…” Ritchie was going red in the face with the effort. Steven looked at his older brother with both hope and scepticism. When Ritchie saw him struggle he felt disappointed for him and wanted him to just quit trying. “Rit…” Richie continued to try even though it was clear his mouth wouldn’t respond to his brain. The frustration became a little much for the regressed man and he started sobbing as tears filled his eyes. Steven climbed on to his hands and knees and scooted himself across the floor. Despite all of their differences and all of the problems they had caused each other they were still brothers. They were in this together and Steven felt Ritchie’s frustrations. With his padded rear in the air and plastic crinkling coming from his butt Steven crawled to Ritchie and wrapped his arms around him. Steven squeezed his brother with silent comfort as he heard Ritchie sniff and squeeze him back. “How sweet…” Linda snarled sarcastically, “You two are as bad as each other. Come on, you need a diaper change.” Steven was pulled away from his brother and he whimpered as he was carried away to the nursery. Since the two of them had started suffering this enforced regression they really only had each other. No one else understood them or knew what was happening, the two brothers were forced to be close by their situation. Linda laid Steven down on the changing table and he could do little but scowl as the diaper was removed and replaced with a new one. He was rather embarrassed by the whole procedure, especially since in the last couple of days Linda had started talking to him like an actual baby during times like these. There was one thing that kept both the brothers feeling hopeful. At some point, and it would be soon, Karen would be coming home from her vacation to pick Steven up. How would Linda explain what had happened? It was a small shred of hope that he could cling to when he didn’t have much of anything left. --- The days soon started rolling into each other and the two regressed boys lost track of the time. Every day was the exact same. Wake up, diaper changes, breakfast, play, diaper change, nap, diaper change, play, dinner, play, diaper change, bed. The routine was mind numbing and yet neither of the men had even the slightest hope of resisting. Steven had to do mental puzzles to keep himself entertained, he didn’t want to lose his mental capacity when it was the last thing he had left. He just had to keep himself going until his mom got home and rescued him from this mad woman. Steven could smell that Ritchie had soiled himself and knew that the older brother had been sitting in his own mess for some time. It wasn’t unusual for Linda to leave either of them in soiled padding longer than was really necessary. The smell didn’t bother Steven all that much by this point, he was too busy trying not to drool on himself to care about what was going on in his brother’s diaper. It was the middle of the afternoon when there was a sudden knock on the door. Something that hadn’t happened since Ritchie’s affair had left. Steven didn’t know whether to feel hope or dread, this could be salvation or humiliation. Linda hurried past the two boys who were staring at the door from in front of the television. She looked through the little spyhole in the door and a smile spread across her face. “Karen! Welcome home!” Linda said happily as she opened the door and hugged the incoming woman. “Good to be home.” Karen said with a giggle as she returned the hug. Steven and Ritchie saw their mother walk through the door. She was a little browner than usual, no doubt having caught the sun, and looked happy as she returned the hug. “Mama!” Steven babbled. He got on to his hands and knees with his diaper swaying behind him, he shuffled across the carpet so fast he nearly gave himself a carpet burn. He clung to his mom’s leg like it was a piece of debris after a shipwreck. This was it. There was no way that Karen would be happy with what Linda had done, finally it was time for justice and getting back to growing up again. Steven was confused when he didn’t hear his mom questioning what was going on or making any movement to pick Steven up. He let go of the strong leg and sat back on his wet butt as he looked up and just saw a judging stare looking back at him. “I see you were correct with what you said over the phone.” Karen said coldly to Linda as the former looked over to Ritchie, naked except for the obviously messy diaper. Steven frowned and looked to Ritchie. What was going on? Why wasn’t mom whisking them out of this horrible place? “It happened a lot quicker than I expected.” Linda replied, “All of it was a lot quicker than I expected. Come in and sit down, I’ll make us some coffee.” Karen strode away from Steven and planted herself on the couch. Steven looked at Ritchie as if he had any idea what was going on, Ritchie seemed as confused as Steven was. Steven crawled back into the room and sat next to the couch in confused silence as Linda walked back in with coffee. “How did this happen?” Karen asked coolly. “He broke the rules.” Linda said as she stared a hole through Ritchie, “He… Cheated on me.” Ritchie looked at the ground in shame. It was hard to know what he was causing the most discomfort, the diaper or his mom hearing of his affair. “Oh, honey.” Karen said with sympathy, “I’m so sorry.” “I know, I know… And you were right.” Linda replied, “He wasn’t ready. He looked like an adult and sounded like an adult but he is still a boy.” Ritchie wiped a tear from his eye. Steven was just confused and wondering what any of this had to do with him. “So you did what we planned?” Karen asked. The answer seemed pretty obvious since she could see and smell the results. “Yes. When Steven told me what was going on I started our plan. It’s worked better than I could ever have hoped.” Linda answered as she sipped her coffee. The two women were talking about the infantilised pair of men as if this was normal. We? Our? It was slowly dawning on Steven in his mentally clouded state that his own mother had been complicit in this treatment. Steven’s eyes went wide with fear as he realised his saviour was actually just another person enforcing this treatment. “I started the tape playing later that day.” Linda smiled, “You wouldn’t believe how quickly they regressed!” “I can see it has been quite dramatic…” Karen replied as she looked at her boys who were in shock, “Much faster than before.” “Yeah, the message we had prepared was much more effective than Steven’s one. It’s a good job we had it ready.” “Mama?” Ritchie asked from across the room. It was clear to everyone he was on the verge of tears. “Ritchie, sweetie…” Karen finished her coffee and turned to her older son, “I was never totally convinced you were fully mature after the regression, the way you treated Steven for instance, I had at least an inkling that you weren’t ready for adult responsibility.” “So me and your mother had a talk and decided that if you proved that you weren’t as mature as you should have been that we would regress you again and start over.” Linda concluded. Steven and Ritchie were horrified. All of this horrid treatment was planned by both these treacherous women. Neither of them had known the scrutiny they were under. How could these people they trust play with their lives as if they were dolls? “One thing I have to ask.” Karen turned back to Linda and ignored her shocked offspring, “How come Steven has also got the full blast?” “He knew all about Ritchie’s cheating.” Linda said coldly as she lied to Karen, “When I caught my husband and this other woman, Steven was in there with them.” “No!” Steven hit the floor with his fists as he shouted, “No! No! No!” “Then what happened, Steven?” Linda asked the younger man. Steven coughed and spluttered but he could only babble uselessly. The frustration he felt when he saw his mom frown at him was unbelievable and yet all he could do was cry like a baby. He could think of the words but he couldn’t make himself say them. Steven looked through his tears and saw Linda’s hate-filled glare. She had never liked him and had always been looking for revenge for Steven’s regression of Ritchie. Steven could hardly believe she was going this far but he realised in that moment that this crazy woman had no level she wouldn’t stoop to. “I see.” Karen said to Linda as she ignored Steven’s pitiful wails, “So what’s next?” “Well… If it’s OK with you I would like to send them both home to you.” Linda said drawing a gasp from Ritchie. “Both of them?” Karen asked in clarification. “Yes. I think they both need a long treatment of regression and recovery and I think their own mother is the best person to give it to them.” Linda suggested, “To be frank, I’ve already contacted my lawyer for a divorce.” It was Ritchie’s turn to start crying now as he reached out for Linda in his still messy diaper. It was like his whole world had fallen in on him. “I understand.” Karen replied simply, “Well, if you want to carry Ritchie down, I’ll take Steven.” Linda nodded and she didn’t hesitate to stand and pick up her soon-to-be ex-husband. Steven hugged her and bawled as she carried him towards the door. He was making a lot of noise and it seemed like everyone in the building would come out to see what was causing it. He didn’t care though as he tried to beg Linda for forgiveness in baby talk. “What a mess…” Karen said when Linda and Ritchie had disappeared down the hall, “Come on sweetie.” Karen lifted Steven into the air and held him to her chest. Steven couldn’t believe he was going to be kept like this again, and for how long? He felt like it would drive him mad this time. All because of a lie, he hadn’t been involved in Ritchie’s fling but he had no way of letting anyone know, even if he did they wouldn’t believe him. He was a prisoner of his own infantile body. As Steven was carried towards the front door he felt a pressure suddenly build in his bowels. Steven couldn’t fight it even if he wanted to and with little to no input he felt a hot, sticky mush push out of his body and into his already wet padding. He cried and clutched his mom as he soiled his diaper like a baby and was carried away to babyhood again.

My current favorite: Why do Norwegians have bar codes on the sides of their ships? . . . . . So they can Scandanavian

I rarely wear.. but when i do i like 3-4 ABU or rearz safari and usually a couple boosters. Or one booster between each diaper. I also like to stay in them for at least a day or two. So i makeup for not wearing often by doing it well when i do:) Don’t wear often, so when i do usually 3-4 abu or rearz. With a booster between each one or a couple thrown in somewhere. Usually layer medium to xl and throw on a cover and a onesie to hold it all up. Try to stay in them for good portion of the day/ through the night. Sometimes the next day as well if time allows.

I'm new to admitting that I totally love diapers and wetting them. To me, there is nothing like going to bed with a nice dry diaper and waking up in bed and just letting loose and soaking it. Sometimes I sit in a wet diaper for a couple hours because I like the bulkiness between my legs. Today I finally let lose and wet myself while I was outside walking the dog. It was like my personal secret and I loved it. Edit: I also love doubling and tripling them up for the bulk. Am I alone in this?

OK, so here is chapter 3, I believe it is a bit shorter than the previous chapters.. I promised more ABDL content, but it seems that will have to wait a little longer (not much longer though). I find slow build ups mean better pay off so please enjoy Chapter 3 - Denial Sarah spent longer than usual in the shower that evening as she was lost deep in thought about the days events. This was all too much for her. What did the wet bed mean? Why hadn't Nick told her about it? "He could at least have cleaned it up" Sarah thought to herself as she let the warm water cascade over her body. She eventually and reluctantly pulled herself out of the shower and, after toweling herself dry, threw on her dressing gown and headed back into the bedroom. She surveyed the room, the contrast from one side to the other couldn't be greater. Sarahs side of the bedroom was immaculate, with everything in its place. All her clothes were folded and put away in drawers and there was no clutter. Nicks side was a different story altogether. Nicks clothes were just sat in a messy pile the side of his bed, he had old magazines and stuff covering the floor. It looked like a bomb site. She walked around the bed being careful not to trip on the mess and was back at the wet spot her husband had left all those hours earlier. The smell was definitely noticeable still but it was overbearing. Sighing, she started removing the sheets and flipped over the mattress. Happy that the wetness hadn't gone all the way through she remade the bed and headed back downstairs with the used sheets. She carried the bundle of white sheets past the doorway to the living room, glancing inside on her way past she saw her husband with his head still in his hands, and she wondered what was going through his head. After taking the sheets and sticking them in the washing machine and turning it on she started thinking about dinner. It had been a long day and with everything that happened at lunch time from her phone call with Nick to the odd meeting she had with Jack, she hadn't eaten her lunch. She went into the kitchen to start making dinner, she was well aware that if she didn't do these chores that no one would, she was long past the point of expecting Nick to be helpful. She remembered back to when he had the role of a house husband and it had been a disaster. She would come home from work and have to practically beg Nick to get up and cook dinner, even though he spent his whole day doing nothing. It had ended up with her doing the cooking more often than not. Which is when she put her foot down and demanded he step up his search for work. After around half an hour of cooking, she set the dining table up, served the food and called Nick in. "Nick, dinner is ready" Nick heard Sarah call through from the dining room. He raised himself off the couch and slouched his way into the dining room and sat at the table. They sat eating in awkward silence for a few minutes. Before Sarah broke the silence. "So... Is there anything you wanted to tell me about today? Perhaps something you hadn't mentioned?" Sarah asked staring across the table as her husband greedily wolfed down the food in front of him. "Something I should tell you?" He asked out loud. He thought to himself for a quick few seconds and then said "nope." Sarah was getting a bit frustrated. "Really? Nothing at all? It is OK if you feel embarrassed by it, it is understandable, but you need to tell me these things." She said with a thin lipped smile, doing her best to hide the frustration and get her husband to just admit to the information she already knew. "Embarrassed? I really don't know what you are on about. I told you everything that happened on the phone, about my job and-" Nick was saying until cut off. "Oh for heavens sake, YOU WET THE BED NICK!" Sarah shouted, her frustration getting the better of her. "You wet the bed and you didn't tell me, you didn't even clean it up!" She continued in a lower tone of voice but a tone which carried hints of the frustration she had been feeling since lunch time. She had been worried about embarrassing Nick, but now she didn't care. "I... I..." Nick suddenly flashed back to the one incident this morning that had totally slipped his mind in between all the other crazy events of the morning. "Can you not even do the most basic adult things like stopping yourself wetting the bed? Can I not even trust you to go to the bathroom anymore?" Sarah continued her voice rising again "Honey, I forgot... So much crazy stuff today... I'm sorry" Nick stuttered pathetically, he knew there was no excuse. How had he forgotten? If he had just cleaned up no one would have known. Heck, he would have got brownie points for actually doing a chore by changing the bed sheets. "You are sorry? You know, I had calmed down a bit coming home from work, I figured we could just talk it through and start fixing things, you would start looking for a new job and we would move on like normal." Sarah said whilst watching her husband who had his head hung low. Sarah noted with some satisfaction that his cheeks were going bright red. "But now I'm starting to think you are beyond help... You are lazy, you are irresponsible and the thing that hurts the most... I can't trust you." Sarah looked down at her plate which suddenly looked a lot less appetizing than before. "Sarah, I..." Nick stopped, he had nothing to say. She was right. He was lazy, he had shown today that he couldn't handle responsibility and he hadn't told Sarah about his accident. Had he forgotten? Or did he just block it from his mind so that Sarah would deal with it instead of him. It is what he did for everything else, just ignore it until his wife decided to do something about it. But what if it wasn't his fault at all... "NO!" He thought, it wasn't his fault. He looked up at his wife and decided he was going to take control of this situation. He was going to present his side of the story, make his wife see sense. "Sarah, listen, and let me finish. None of this is my fault. I woke up late, but that is really your fault for not waking me up properly, I was pulled over by the police but that wasn't my fault because the speed limit should be higher there anyway and if you had made sure I was awake on time I wouldn't have needed to speed." Nick put his hand up to hush Sarah who was just about to respond and she wasn't looking happy Nick thought to himself. "And... And... My, erm, accident" he said sheepishly, "that wasn't my fault either because I was asleep! I can't help it if I didn't wake up." He finished satisfied that his wife must see the sense in his arguments after that. Sarah stared at Nick, her face was turning red. She had been prepared to forgive him when first sitting down for dinner, but not only was Nick trying to say it wasn't his fault, he was passing the blame on to her. She was fuming. "Go to bed Nick." Sarah said quietly although there was more than a hint of menace in her voice. "But it's only 8pm!" Nick said. "Just go... And I think it would be better if you slept into the spare bedroom tonight." Sarah added, thanking her training and her experience with her students for stopping her from just getting up and lunging at her husband! Nick sensed this was a battle he couldn't win, even with his logical arguments and silently stood up and headed for the stairs. When he reached the bottom step he looked back over toward his wife who was still sitting, still staring straight ahead. "I love you" He said just loud enough for Sarah to hear and then he traipsed upstairs, past the main bedroom and into the spare room. Sarah felt a single tear roll down her cheek. After everything that had happened Nick was still adamant that he wasn't to blame for any of the problems of the last 24 hours. He was acting like such a child, how could he still not see that this was his fault, all of this was his fault? Sarah cleaned the table of dinner and headed into the living room, and over to the computer. With Nick upstairs she now had a chance to use the PC, it wasn't a chance she often got since Nick always monopolised computer time. She decided it was time to do some research. She went to a search engine and typed in "Husband wet the bed" and searched, there were a lot of results. Some talked about why it happened, some talked about how it happened, some were about how to stop it happening, there were thousands of results. Practically every aspect of bed wetting was asked about in one place or another. One thing was consistent amongst all the search results though. It seemed that the one thing mentioned more than any other on all these pages related to how to keep the bed dry. It seemed almost universally the people on these sites seemed to say that the best way to keep the bed dry was "absorbent underwear", in other words nappies. Sarah sat there looking at lots of different posts on the subject. She was mulling it over in her own mind, if bed wetting was going to be a problem then it seemed obvious that nappies would be the solution. But could she even trust Nick with sorting out his own nappies at this point? She envisaged a scenario where Nicks side of the bed was strewn with used nappies and she gagged at the thought of it. She had a little giggle as she imagined Nicks reaction if he saw what she was doing, then she shut off the computer. Nappies were a good idea she thought but it was a little early to be thinking about them. Her husband had had one accident, well, one accident that he admitted to. She wondered if there had been other accidents that he hadn't admitted to but decided if he was too lazy to clean up this one he probably wouldn't have cleaned up any other accidents he may have had either. Sarah decided it was time she went to bed herself. After all the searching it was now approaching 9pm and although tomorrow was Saturday and she usually stayed up a bit at weekends, she had been left very tired by all the revelations that she had had to deal with today. Her emotions had been all over the place since lunch time and it had taken its toll. So she headed up to bed. Where she fell asleep practically the moment she lay down, her final thoughts of the day was of her husband and how, although she still loved him, she could no longer trust him with anything. She sighed, as she fell asleep. Nick on the other hand wasn't having much rest in the spare bedroom. He was embarrassed at having been sent to bed, he wasn't even sure why he had gone without complaint. He certainly felt little if any guilt at the days events, he had calmly explained to his wife why if anything the problems of the day were more down to her than it was down to him. It was Sarah who wasn't being rational, he was just trying to make her see sense, it wasn't his fault! The room was pretty barren, not being used very often and he always had trouble falling asleep in new places. Even though he was still in his own house, the fact that the bed was one he wasn't used to and his surroundings were new made it hard for him to relax. What wasn't helping in his attempts to relax was a rather full feeling in his bladder. Those beers at lunch time and the water he had drunk at home since then clearly were starting to want to come out. Nick knew he should go to the bathroom, but at the same time he didn't want to have to get out of bed again and the going to the bathroom meant walking past his wifes bedroom and there was no way he wanted to wake her up. She was annoyed at him and he didn't want to give her any more excuses to be annoyed. So he just laid down and did his best to fall asleep, which he eventually accomplished. Nick would look back at this moment in the days and weeks ahead and curse his decision to not go to the bathroom that night, but right now he was unaware of anything being wrong. He was lost to his dreams, even when in the middle of the night his bladder gave up the battle, he remained unconscious.

Thanks for the kind words everyone After this chapter there will be plenty more ABDL content, had to set the stage and get everything ready for it! As before, all comments are welcome, hope you enjoy Chapter 2 - Responsibilities Sarah hung up the phone. She was fuming, her body was tense and she had her phone in a death grip. Her voice and feelings had been disguised to her husband, she made sure she didn't let the anger show through but as soon as she hung up on Nick she had felt anger boiling up and it was threatening to bubble over. She stood in the empty classroom looking out of the window at the children out on the playground. Of course, many of her students and the students at the school were barely children, this was a last chance saloon for most of the kids and Sarah, being recognised for the prodigious talent she had, had been assigned the oldest, and often, the most delinquent of the children. Mostly 16-17 year olds, these kids were well versed in surviving in extreme circumstances, many having grown up in difficult environments and were poorly adjusted for society as a result. Often they already had criminal records before finding their way into Sarahs classroom. There was still 10 minutes left of the lunch break so Sarah knew she had a little bit of time to calm down, she would need to as well since her students were masters at finding a weakness and exploiting it. Many of her friends had complained that her job was making her uncaring but that wasn't the case at all, she loved these kids and the progress she saw in them from when they joined the class to when they left was often astounding, she was doing good work and she knew it. But working with kids such as these required a certain amount of disconnect, many were manipulative, all looked to exploit weakness and so she was forced to shield herself mentally and emotionally (as well as physically sometimes) whilst at work. She had to be on her guard from the moment the first kids entered the school premises to the moment the last child left. It could be exhausting, made all the worse that when she went home it was often Sarah that had to cook and clean whilst Nick would be sitting on the computer. As she thought about that last part again she felt her anger rising again. "How dare he!" she thought. It was at this moment, when her emotions were threatening to get the better of her that her colleague and friend Jack entered the room. Jack had been with the school from the start and was often the person the other teachers went to for advice because of his extra experience .His degree in behavioral psychology meant he was very good at reaching kids others couldn't. He was older than Sarah but at 35 was still young, not particularly old for a teacher in general but at this particular school he was the oldest. "You are looking a little tense there... If you give that window any more of a death stare I think it might shatter" Jack said jokingly. "You want to talk? Still got some time before the kids come back in." Jack continued dropping the jokey tone. Sarah walked over to her desk and sat down prompting Jack to pull a chair over and sit the other side of the desk. "What's up Sarah?" Jack asked. "Nick got fired..." She said after a moment of hesitation and then after another moment continued, "I don't know what to do with him, he is idle to the point of driving me crazy. He rarely helps around the house, and he spends all of his time on that bloody computer playing games and talking to people over the internet and yet never has the time for me" Sarah could feel the anger subsiding a bit as she let out these thoughts that she rarely told anyone. The anger, however, was being replaced by a sadness. "That doesn't sound healthy at all, for you or him. Have you spoken to him about this, about how you feel?" Jack asked. "Ha" Sarah let out a quick laugh, "like he would care, he doesn't listen to me." There was brief pause where Sarah was lost in thought before continuing. "I know he loves me, he really does. But he never shows it, he has always been lazy to a certain point, but these days it seems out of control. Half the time I feel less like his wife and more like his mother." Sarah finished looking a little bit flustered. Jack leaned forward in his chair. "I can understand it must be hard. Going from this place to home and not having anywhere to let these emotions out. It can be very important to have a place to release these tensions." Jack placed his hand over Sarahs. Sarah who had been lost in thought since finishing her little rant suddenly snapped back to the room. Why had Jack put his hand on hers? And why wasn't she saying anything about it? "Jack, why ar-" Sarah started but was cut off by the bell sounding for afternoon classes. Jack quickly stood up and said "Damn, sorry, we will have to finish this another time. Gotta run my classroom is on the other side of the building and you know how these kids can be when unsupervised!" With that Jack sped out of the door. Sarah stayed sat in place confused at what just had happened. Her students started walking in so she quickly gathered herself together, locked up her thoughts and feelings of the days events and prepared for the afternoon. --- Meanwhile, back at home, Nick was sat at his computer wondering what was going to happen. He was worried about what his wife had said on the phone, about there being "consequences" although he had no idea what she meant by that he knew it wouldn't be good. Nick mentally cursed himself for being late again. He hated that job, but that was besides the point. He knew that even though the money was unimportant and that the job was relatively meaningless, it was still important in the eyes of his wife. He felt like it was the one thing he hadn't let her down on, and now he had. Their love life was pretty uninspired and it was becoming increasingly rare that they shared intimate moments, he didn't contribute much to the household finances and he didn't contribute much to the chores. The problem was that Nick knew all this and still couldn't snap himself into action. Every night he promised himself tomorrow would be different and then the next day would find him sitting in front of his computer again. He leaned forward and hit his head on the desk and stayed that way for a couple of minutes. "What to do next" he thought to himself. After a few minutes of contemplation Nick picked up his phone and phoned his best friend Steve. After a few minutes Nick had told Steve everything that had happened and they had arranged to meet at a little pub not far from Nicks house that Steve and Nick frequented quite regularly. "Hey Nick." Steve said upon Nicks arrival half an hour later, "Sounds like you have had quite the day." "No shit..." Nick said sipping some of the beer Steve had bought for the pair of them. It was a beautiful and sunny day and the pair were sat on a bench outside the front of the pub. Steve had been Nicks best friend for a long time, they had attended the same schools and then the same universities and had been virtually inseparable for a long time. Steve was similar to Nick in terms of laziness, the difference being that Steve was only lazy in his spare time and was a very hard worker. Steve was a self-employed electrician and today was one the days off that he rewarded himself with when work was going well. Steve and Nick spent a few hours doing what they did every time they visited the pub, putting the World to rights, talking about the football and generally having a good time. After a few hours Nick was getting ready to leave for home, he had drunk a few drinks and was lightly tipsy maybe, but nothing more. "You need to buck up your ideas mate." Steve said looking at Nick seriously, "Sarah is the best thing that has ever, or will ever, happen to you. You can't let yourself lose her just because you can't grow up." Steve said to Nick seriously. Which was out of character for Steve who usually took very few things seriously. "Thanks for the lecture" Nick replied sarcastically whilst gathering up his things and heading for the door. "I'll see you later." Steve sat shaking his head at his friend. He knew Nick was lazy and that things were sometimes a bit tense between him and Sarah but he knew they were a good couple, he was friends with both of them and had even been best man at the wedding but he also knew that Nicks attitude to everything was driving a wedge in his marriage. Nick walked home, it was only a short journey and when he got in he looked at the clock to see his wife was due home in about half an hour. He shuddered at the thought of the approaching confrontation with his wife and decided to lay down on the sofa and close his eyes to think through possible scenarios. The next thing he knew he was opening his eyes with Sarah standing up over him scowling. "Having a good rest after a hard day, are we?" Sarah said not letting the anger she felt on the inside show on the outside. "Sarah I... Listen... I'm sorry." Nick said startled and not ready for his wife to be home. Sarah sniffed the air after he finished. "Have... Have you been drinking?" Sarah said stunned at the audacity of her husband to go out to the bar on a day like this. "I needed to calm down from everything that had happened, I was feeling stressed and-" Nick was cut off "STRESSED!?" The anger that Sarah had so skillfully hidden up to now was started to bubble over. "STRESSED! At what? Your one responsibility as an adult was just removed from you when you got fired and you are stressed?" Sarah asked incredulously. Nick sat there with his head hung low looking at the ground. He couldn't look at his wife right now, she was upset but it hadn't been his fault right? He had overslept sure, but he would still have made it to work on time if it wasn't for being stopped by the policeman. "Sarah." Nick began, lifting his head to look at his wife "It wasn't my fault. It was that policeman who stopped me, I would have been on time otherwise." Nick finished. He realised as soon as he said it that it was a mistake. "Not your fault? Not your fault... It's never your fault is it Nick, there is always an excuse. How can I trust someone who never owns up to their mistakes?" Sarah started heading for the stairs. "Listen, we will talk about this properly in a bit, I need to go shower and get changed." Sarah walked up the stairs fuming at her husband and walked into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She began taking her clothes off when she noticed something on an exposed part of her husbands side of the bed. Curious, she walked over to the bed and looked at the large wet spot that was there. As she got near it she got a strong whiff of stale urine. Sarah was speechless, her husband had wet the bed? Why hadn't he told her, or at least cleaned it up? Sarah contemplated her next move, she really had no idea how to react next. With all the events that had transpired today she was reaching her limit, and now this fresh revelation that her husband as well as losing his responsibilities as an adult with regards to work, he had also apparently wet the bed. She headed into the shower, still shocked, and turned on the hot water and stood in there thinking about what to do next. It was clear Nick was failing her as a husband, now she was wondering if he was failing as an adult. Sarah was beginning to form some ideas whilst Nick was downstairs unaware that things could get much worse for him than the shame he felt right now. Nick sat head in his hands. In one day he had lost his job, got caught speeding and lost the trust of his wife. "Things couldn't get worse for me." Nick thought, "Could they?"