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  1. Little Annie Chapter 5 Ada and Cally settled into the double bed in the second bedroom. 'She's not the tough little customer she thinks she is,' said Cally, snuggling up to her friend. 'Not by a long way,' agreed Ada. 'Ah, your feet are cold!' 'Sorry,' replied Cally, 'What do you think happened to her mother?' 'Died, I'd say, or left,' said Ada. 'Who would leave that little sweetie?' said Cally. 'Mm,' said Ada. 'Maybe she left the father.' 'Wouldn't have thought so, said Cally. 'He sounded pretty good. He brought her up. A good school, and she's got nice manners.' 'Whatever happened to her mum, she's pretty traumatised by it,' said Ada. 'Yeah,' mused Cally. 'I think the cake brought it on.' 'Her mum was killed by a cake, maybe.' said Ada. 'Don't be stupid,' said Cally, deliberately pushing the soles of her feet against Ada's calves. 'Doesn't work,' said Ada. 'They're warm now.' Cally reached out in the darkness with one hand and felt Ada's face. 'Eww!' she said, 'Are you sticking your tongue out?' 'Yep,' giggled Ada. 'Grow up!' said Cally. Ada responded by blowing a loud raspberry on Cally's neck. 'Good night, Ada,' said Cally with finality. Ada propped herself up, gave Cally a big kiss on the ear and turned over to sleep. (There's more to come. This is just a little interlude)
  2. Thanks Shao. I can still think of some misbehaviour!
  3. If anyone else is finding this a bit sweet and lovey, I don't really apologise. With the horrible things happening around the world at present, I am finding it hard to write nasty stuff.
  4. Little Annie Chapter 4 Ann half woke, and stretched out her arm for her phone to see what time it was. The bedroom was light but it looked dark outside through the window. She blinked her bleary eyes and tried to clear her head. She felt around for her phone, and felt a warm hand. She tjurned towards the hand and saw Cally sitting by the bed. Then she began to wake up properly. What had happened? 'It's OK, honey,' Cally was saying. 'You're OK. I'm here and Ada is here.' 'What?' said Ann. She couldn't make sense of what was happening. She wasn't in her new flat. What time was it? She tried to sit up and found her little plush tiger under he elbow. She stared at it. 'Tigger!' she said. 'That's not mine, it's...' 'It's all right, Ann. Don't be alarmed. You were very upset at lunch, and it's dark now. It's late. You're in our bed. You wouldn't stop crying and you were calling out for your mummy. We called the doctor and he gave you some pills to let you sleep. We went to our flat to find some nightcloithes and we found your dear little animal, so..,' 'My flat?' said Ann. 'You...' Ann stopped talking and slid her hand down to her hips. 'You undressed me!' she said, retracting her hand and feeling the flannel pyjama top across her chest. 'I mean, you...' 'Shhh, honey. It's OK. We saw you'd had an accident and we've dealt with all that. You were so upset. But everything's OK now. You're OK,' said Cally, laying her hand gently on Ann's shoulder. Ann tried to sit up, and fell back on the pillows. 'The doctor said you'd be a bit groggy until tomorrow. He gave you a sedative. Something to help you sleep,' Cally told her. Ann shifted her hips in the bed, and pulled the covers back to see a thick square of towels under her. She stared at Cally. 'You wet the bed again after you went to sleep. It's OK, there's a mattress protector, but we put those towels under you in case it happened again. We didn't know...' Cally said. 'Oh God,' said Ann. 'This is, I mean, I just, only sometimes, you can't tell anyone...' 'Of course we won't,' said Ada, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed. 'Ann, we understand, and we want to help. You can talk to us, not now, but when you're feeling better. We saw your panties drying in the bathroom, and the pads. You don't have to worry about that. We just want to understand and help. You're not alone, Ann. You've got us.' 'It's not what you think,' protested Ann. 'I don't do this. I just, oh God. I can't stay here. Please. I have to get up. Get dressed.' Ann tried to sit up, but Cally gently restrained her. 'You don't have to get up. You don't have to get dressed and you don't have to leave. We don't want you to. You can sleep here until morning,' said Cally. 'There are other beds for us. We put you here because of the, because we wanted you to sleep.' Ann slumped back on the bed. She felt the warmth flooding around her bottom before she realised what was happening, then began to cry. Cally leant towards her and gently pulled her head and shoulders close. The bedclothes were still pulled aside and Cally could see Ann's pink pyjams pants darkening as she peed. Cally glanced across at Ada, who stood up and went out into the hallway. Cally continued to console Ann, who was saying sorry between her sobs. 'Please don't think this happens,' she managed before she broke down completely. Ann was mentally trying to go to some other place as she lay in Cally's arms with her eyes closed. Ada returned from the linen closet in the hall with an armful of towels. She moved Ann's little body aside and pulled out the soaked towels, then arranged the dry towels into a wide square stack. She tugged Ann's wet pyjama pants from her and Ann curled her legs into a fetal position, her head still cradled in Cally's arms. Cally half stood and picked up Ann bodily. Ann had given up resisting. She felt as if she weere having a bad dream. She hoped she was. Ada had gone into the bathroom first and was running a bath in the big, old fashioned bathtub when Cally arrived with Ann in her arms. She gently lowered the girl into the bath and propped her against the sloping end. Ann looked so sweet, Cally couldn't resist kissing her on the forehead. to her surprise, Ann opened her eyes and stretched out her arms towards Cally. Cally smiled and Ann gave the woman a big, awkward squeezing hug, wrapping her chubby arms around Cally's neck because that was all she could reach. She gave Cally a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek, and held on until Cally, with a laugh, eased out of her embrace, and told her to have a good wash and they would put her back to bed. The water was wet, and Ann realised this wasn't a dream. She didn't have much choice but to do as Cally suggested, and have a good wash. Cally helped her rinse off then held a towel up for her. Ann tried to stand to get out, but was still feeling unsteady, and gripped the sides of the bath. 'Here,' Cally said, picking her up again. She carried Ann back to the bedroom and sat her on the bed, drying her off before settling her back on the thick square of towels. 'You can sleep like this,' she said. 'It too cold to go back to the flat for more things for you and, well our nightgowns are too big for you.' 'Plus we don't have any,' interjected Ada from the other side of the room. Ann smiled as she lay back while Cally pulled the covers over her. Ann closed her eyes and Cally kissed her again. 'Goodnight, honey,' she said, smiling at the girl. 'It's OK if you wet again,' she added. 'Don't woirry about it.' 'I won't,' replied Ann, already sounding sleepy. 'But it's OK if you do,' said Cally, and put the furry little tiger next to Ann's face. Ann reached up and drew the tiger close to her bare chest. 'Thank you,' she said quietly. To be continued.
  5. Little Annie Chapter 3 Stepping out of the shower, Ann dried herself before wrapping the towel around her. She always took care to wrap towels under her armpits in the approved fashion. She had to tuck the towel in tightly, because her modest breasts didn't really really help hold the towel up. Even if Ann didn't have anything worth hiding from view on her upper body, she was jolly well going to pretend she had. It helped make up for the jibes of 'Flattie!' and 'Fried eeggs!' she'd endured at her exclusive school, and being asked, for example, if she wore a bra yet by a helpful shop assistant in a clothing store when she was about to try on some new tops. She was eighteen when that happened and she was told off by the store manager who heard her swearing at her staff. Being able to buy bras online was a godsend to girls like her. She had even bought adhesive pads to fill them out. Back in her room, Ann dressed, pulling on another pair of briefs after arranging a pad in the gusset and clasping herself into another padded bra. Thinking again of Cally's boobs, Ann held her hands under the padded cups and tried to lift them up a little. She looked at herself in the tall mirror on the wardrobe door and turned sideways to it, thrusting her chest out a little. Better, she decided, nudging the cups upward again before putting on a clean blouse and slipping on another woollen skirt. She put on a sweater and after brushing her shoulder length blonde hair she felt ready for lunch with her new employers. It was a short walk across a small patch of lawn surrounded by flowers to the main house. Despite her usual confidence, Ann felt excited and nervous. That was not a good thing for her, she knew, and although she had peed both in the toilet and in the shower, she could feel the slight little twinges through her nervousness. Ada and Cally were in the spacious kitchen as Ann entered through the door from the garden. 'Hello, Ann!' said Ada. 'Don't you look lovely!' Ann knew she presented well, and didn't blush. 'Thank you,' she said. 'Over here, Ann,' said Cally, motioning to one of the four chairs around the table on one side of the kitchen. It was set for three. Ann followed Cally's instruction, and scowled at the cushion someone had placed only on that chair. Ann took the cushion off the chair and placed it on the chair at the empty place next to it. 'I have quite a long torso,' she said, and sat down. 'Do you now,' replied Ada, smiling at the sight of Ann's defiant little face and shoulders just visible above the table. Ann felt another strong twinge, and flexed her thigh muscles. Control, she told herself, taking a deep breath. Control. She'd lasted much longer than this before. She realised she should have asked about the bathroom before she'd sat down, but it was obvious she'd just been in a bathroom having a shower, and she didn't want to appear disorganised. She'd ask after lunch, she told herself. The meal started with a delicious soup. 'All our own vegetables,' said Cally. 'But not our chicken in the stock,' added Ada. 'We like our fresh eggs too much.' 'Except Fanny Adams, at Easter,' Cally reminded her with a quick smile. 'But she'd stopped laying.' Ann laughed. She didn't usually warm to people much, but she was beginning to like this pair. They were like a couple of old aunts, only they weren't that old. 40 something, Ann thought. 'How long have you been here?' Ann asked. The women looked at each other. '20 years?' Cally replied, half to Ann and half questioningly to Ada. '21,' said Ada. 'You bought the place together?' asked Ann, then realised she might be prying. Ann wasn't really used to friendly chit chat. Most of the time she was either defending or attacking, but this was very pleasant, she decided. She was even laughing. 'Oh yes,' said Ada. 'We were city girls. We dropped out. Cally had the money, so we bought this lovely farm.' 'We're old hippies,' Ada said with a laugh, and Ann joined in. 'The commune didn't last long, though. Too many freeloaders,' said Cally. 'But I still have the beads. Look,' she added, leaning over to show Ann a string of carved wooden beads around her neck. Part of the necklace disappeared between Cally's big, brown breasts, and this time Ann knew she wasn't trying to make a point with them. Cally noticed Ann's inadvertant staring at her breasts, and guessed the reason. 'We, er, still sunbake,' said Cally happily. Ann understood, and laughed again. She thought of Cally and Ada, stretched out on the little lawn by the kitchen, stark naked and soaking up the rays. 'Yes,' said Ada with a giggle. 'We got dressed just for you.' 'Ada!' said Cally.'We are very decent here, Ann,' she added. 'It's OK,' said Ann. She'd heard of liberated older people. She only hoped they wouldn't expect her to join in. The main course was scrumptious roast pork. Not our pig, either, Ada had said. From the farm next door, Cally had added. They had just finished the main course when suddenly, Ann pushed her chair back and stood up. Now she was blushing. 'May I use the bathroom please? Where is it?' she asked. 'Of course,' said Ada, a little surprised at Ann's sudden question. 'Down through there, first on your right. Don't mind the gumboots.' Ann walked quickly from the room. 'Nervous in a new place,' Ada said to Cally. 'I'm not so sure,' said Cally. Ann had overestimated her ability to delay her visit to the bathroom. She almost ran into the room and tripped over two pairs of muddy gumboots just inside the door. 'Ohhh!' she moaned as she stood up again, but it was too late. She felt her pee overwhelm the thin panty liner and run down one leg as she reached the toilet. She lifted the lid, fumbled briefly with the hooks and eyes at the side of her skirt, then lifted the skirt, sat on the toilet and peed her pants. It wasn't the first time that had happened, but she was still furious about it. Here of all places, and now. She finished as soon as she could and stood up, holding up the front of her skirt. She spooled off a few feet of toilet paper and did her best to squeegee anything that was left from her soaked panties. Then she found some talc in the cupboard over the basin and patted some liberally onto her wet crotch before lowering her skirt and smoothing it over her tummy. She flushed the toilet then stood still for a minute, regaining her composure. Feeling better, she left the bathroom and went back to the kitchen. Ada and Cally had cleared the table of the main course plates and cutlery and the room was filled with the aroma of fresh baking. 'Sorry about that,' said Ann as she returned. 'I should have gone earlier.' 'Did you fall over the gumboots?' asked Cally. 'We heard a crash.' 'Yes,' said Ann crossly. At least the boots gave her an excuse to be annoyed. 'Are you OK?' asked Ada. 'You look a little flushed. You're not bruised?' 'I'm fine,' said Ann. She could feel the damp panties under her bottom. Damn, she thought. She'd tried to manage things as best she could. They chatted on for a few minutes, then Ada got up and went to the stove. There was a big platter on top with a cover over it. 'The icing's set,' she called over her shoulder, and returned with the platter and cake held high. 'Ta da!' she said proudly, lowering the cake to the table. 'Welcome Ann' it said in icing script. Ann felt an unexpected wave of emotion wash over her. 'Ta da!' her mother had said when she produced her 4th birthday cake. Ann had forgotten that, but it came rushing back to her now. 'Are you OK, dear?' Cally asked as Ada put the cake in the cleared spot on the table. 'Yup,' said Ann. 'No you're not, honey, you're crying!' said Cally with concern. 'No I'm not,' said Ann, shaking her head as the tears coursed down her cheeks and she peed her pants again. To be continued.
  6. Little Annie Chapter 2 'No trouble at all,' replied Ann shortly. 'Excuse me,' she added, pushing past Cally with an armful of skirts which she began to arrange on hangers in the wardrobe. Cally watched as Ann worked. 'You don't wear jeans or pants much?' Cally enquired. 'No I don't,' Ann replied with her back to Cally. 'I'm quite busy. Is there anything else you need to do here? I'd like to take a shower, if you don't mind'. Cally watched Ann for a moment longer as the young woman hung another little skirt on a hanger then bent down to pick up another one. Ann's round little bottom stretched the material of her skirt tight as she crouched down. 'Well?' she said to Cally, turning to her as she stood up. Cally smiled at her. That was definitely a padded bra, Cally decided. I wonder why she bothers, she thought. 'No, that's it,' she said brightly. 'Come to the main house when you're ready for lunch. Ada has baked one of her fruit and nut cakes in your honour.' Cally left, and Ann sat down on the bed. She had wanted to chew Cally out for being a nosey bitch, but the news of the special cake had taken the wind out of her sails. Ann was used to people being annoyed with her. She put it down to her being rather petite, and tried to give back as good as she got, preempting it even. But people didn't normally do nice things for her. Certainly no-one had baked a cake for her since, since she was very young. Ann didn't like thinking too much about her mother, who had died when Ann was four years old, but one of her most treasured memories was of her fourth birthday party. Her mother had baked her a wonderful cake, and Ann could still remember the delicious smell of it as her mother carried it proudly from the kitchen to the table. Ann hadn't known she was small then, and had never thought she'd be without her mother. She had been so happy. But not long after, her troubles had begun. 'Damn,' muttered Ann, as she stood up and pressed her small hands to the little bulge of her tummy. She unhooked the fastener at the side of her woollen skirt and dropped the garment to the floor, revealing a pair of flesh coloured control briefs which stretched over a slightly prominent pubic mound. Ann peered down and inspected her panties, carefully feeling under her crotch witrh her fingers. The she rolled the briefs down and extracted a damp panty liner which she placed on the bed. She slid the briefs over her feet, picked them up and inspected them again before picking up the panty liner, towel and soap she went to the bedroom door half naked. She looking briefly each way along the empty hallway of the little flat and walked quickly into the adjacent bathroom. She dropped the panty liner into the toilet then sat to pee, before flushing the pan and taking off her blouse to reveal a small padded bra. She took a moment to put the plug i the handbasin and rubbing some soap onto the briefs she put them in the basin to soak, then took off her bra and with a slight shiver in the cool air, turned on the shower before entering it. As she was soaping herself, Ann thought about her new job and her new landladies. Gently, she rubbed her soapy fingers over her little breasts, enjoying the light touch of her slim fingers across her pink nipples. Hmmph, she thought. She was sure Cally had thrust those big boobs into her on purpose. So what, she told herself, and moved her hand to soap her crotch. I might not be as big as Cally, she thought, but I've still got everything she's got. Her fingers told her it was time for another shave down there, and she decided to do her legs as well in her next shower. She felt the urge to pee a little more, and let the relatively cool urine run over her fingers as she idly rubbed herself, smiling as she thought of Cally's big, motherly breasts without their most likely industrial strength bra to keep them in shape. To be continued. (We're getting there! I don't usually write about a female as the principal character, so I'm taking my time getting into this. Thank you for your patience, as they say.)
  7. Little Annie Chapter 1 Ann Southern was a short girl with a high opinion of herself. Ann came from a privileged family, and though she was spot on five feet tall, and a little chubby, she carried herself as if she were a model. She had an annoying habit of being condescending to everyone, despite usually having to look up at them while she did it. She always knew a better way of doing something, and liked to let people know. She had been an excellent student, which made it worse. She often did have the right answer. It just got up people's noses to be lectured by this small, round faced, flat chested young lady. After leaving school, she decided to bestow her genius on the world of journalism, and after exasperating the editors of a few small publications, she scored a job with a pair of women who published a life-coaching blog from their property in the better class of rural neighbourhoods near her home town. Ann was an only child, and at 23 was left alone with a decent bank balance by the early death of her father who had brought her up after her mother's death when Ann was very young. It suited Ann to be her own boss in the world, just as it didn't really suit anyone else to do the job. Ada Vincent and her friend Cally Thorpe had drifted into online publishing from their previous business operating a homemakers' magazine. They needed a writer who could also program, and when Ann answered the ad they placed around the publishing world, they were initially impressed by the petite girl's confidence and ablities. Ann was hapy to move into the self-contained flat in the couple's ranch, and didn't seem worried about the modest pay. She was going to be a major online publisher, she told the women, so she needed to learn the ropes at a small, basic operation. Thanks very much, Ada thought, and Cally began to wonder if they'd made the right choice. However, the arrangements were settled, and Ann arrived to take up residence with them, as she put it. The two publishers really needed someone with Ann's undoubted skills to help their growing enterprise, and Ann was hired despite the oddly guarded references she had produced. Ann lied that she had had only two jobs in journalism before. She'd had four, but only two of her references were kind enough to be useful. Those had been written by employers who had been glad to see Ann go, but nevertheless felt sorry enough for her to overlook her most aggravating traits in their letters. 'I wouldn't normally be interested in accommodation like this,' Ann was saying as Cally helped her unpack her two suitcases in the pleasant little flat. 'I've always had an en suite,' she went on. 'With a bath. But I always make do.' 'I'll unpack those, thank you,' she said rather sharply to Cally who had unzipped a soft suitcase of clothing on the bed. Cally raised her eyebrows, and caught sight of two large packs of panty liners on one side of the case before she let its cover drop again. 'Are these the only towels you have?' asked Ann, unfolding a pink towel from the bed. 'I'm used to bath sheets.' Cally thought the towel Ann was holding up was big enough to be a bath sheet for her small frame. 'That's it, I'm afraid,' Cally replied. 'You'll just have to make do.' Ann glanced at her. 'I suppose I will,' said Ann. 'I should have brought my own.' Cally felt a sudden urge to put Ann over her knee, but banished the thought. 'There's soap over here,' said Cally, and couldn't resist leaning over as Ann began to unpack her clothes. Cally was well built, with a curvaceous figure that she liked to make the most of. She smiled to herself as she leaned over the bed to pick up the soap that had been by the towel. Cally deliberately pressed her large, soft breasts against Ann's shoulder as she did so. Take that, you rude little girl, Cally thought uncharitably as she felt Ann react slightly. There was quite a contrast between Cally's generous globes and Ann's little mounds, nestled in the unnecessary bra that looked to Cally suspiciously loose and padded. 'What dainty feet you have,' Cally said sweetly as she stood up again. 'Do you have trouble finding nice shoes in that size?' She wanted to say 'grown up shoes', but didn't want to start a war with this strong-willed little girl. To be continued.
  8. Thanks, BB! I'm glad you liked it!
  9. Hey, syphon. I've had another idea for a landlady story and I've started work on it. I'll finish and post it when I get through my current work contract. Just thought I'd let you know. Sal.

    1. syphon


      Hi Sally, thank you, you are the best at these :)

      Was hoping for some breastfeeding in the young chris story ahahah ;)

      Have a nice day,

    2. SallyKAT


      Hi syphon


      You'll have to imagine the breastfeeding!



  10. Thank you, Eagle. I'm glad you liked it. I'll look for your stories. : )
  11. Thanks Britnee! I'm just glad to have finished a story. I have a bit of a reputation for unfinished tales, so this reduces my guilt a little, even if the ending was fairly sweet and loving. Not everyone gets the love and happiness they look for, so writing fiction about someone who does find it even in an odd place can't be a bad thing.
  12. Young Chris in London Chapter 8 Chris walked into the bedroom, holding his towel around himself, as Louise turned on the light. 'Just wait here a moment, Chris,' she said. 'I'll be back in a minute,' Louise left the room, and Chris had a chance to look around. Charlie must have brought the dinosaurs up from the kitchen, because they were now in a red plastic box on the floor near his bed. He assumed they were for him, and felt good that Charlie had bothered to bring them up. There were lots of other things in the room too. After what Louise had told him, he felt OK about being interested in the various toys in the room and the colourful cartoon posters on the wall. They were things he would have liked to have openly at least in his room at home. It felt right to have them around him now. 'Let's get you dressed and warm,' Louise said, entering the room with a handful of items. Chris recognised the thick white nappy she had in one hand. That was for him, of course. He felt OK about that, too. He needed to be diapered, as Louise had explained. All was good. He returned Louise's smile with enthusiasm. 'On the bed, please,' said Louise. 'Towel off.' Chris complied happily. He felt safe in Louise's hands. Life was good. He lay on his back and waited while Louise unfolded spread out the nappy, then without being asked, he positioned himself on it. 'You've had a nappy on before, haven't you honey?' Louise asked. Chris nodded. Of course he had, but since his childhood, no-one had ever put one on him. He closed his eyes and thought how lucky he was. Louise spread Chris's knees apart gently and spinkled his groin with the baby powder she had brought from the other room. 'Chrissie needs a nappy at night, so we have everything we need here,' Louise said, patting the talc around Chris's loins. 'Bottom up, please,' she said, and pulled the nappy up between Chris's legs after gently pushing his penis downwards. 'These are for a girl, but they'll fit you perfectly,' she said, adjusting the nappy and sticking the tapes down. 'There we are. How does that feel?' 'Good,' said Chris as he stood up by the bed. 'There's a plastic sheet on the mattress, but you may not need it,' she said. 'Pete had the occasional accident at night. We'll see how we go. Those are quite absorbent.' Chris turned around, feeling the bulk of the nappy. It was thicker than the Molicare ones he had worn before. On an impulse, he reached his arms up and hugged Louise. 'Hey!' Louise exclaimed. 'I'm just dressing you the way you should be dressed!' She gave Chris an affectionate pat on his still tender bottom. 'Now, we need to find you some pants,' she said, looking critically at Chris's now bulky hips. She went to the chest of drawers, and sorted through a few items of clothing. 'Let's try these,' she said, holding up a pair of track pants. She helped Chris step into the pants, and tugged them up mto his waist. The bulk of the nappy meant that the elasticated waist was too low. 'Hmm,' she said. 'No.' Louise removed the pants, and stood looking at Chris for a moment. 'Just the thing,' she said. 'I'll be back in a minute.' She left the room and returned a few minutes later with a folded garment in bright yellow corduroy. 'Chrissie is a bit chubbier than Pete, and I think these will have the room you need. They're for a girl, but it hardly matters with you, sweetie. You'll look adorable,' she said. They went through the dressing motions again with one of Chrissie's shortalls this time. As Louise tightened the straps, Chris felt the same upward pull between his legs. He looked at himself in the mirror and ran his fingers across the stitching of the fake fly on the front. Louise watched him and smiled. 'You don't need a fly now, Chris, do you?' she asked. 'No,' said Chris slowly. Louise helped him with a plain white t-shirt, and when she had finished dressing him and brushed his freshly washed hair, he looked at himself again in the wardrobe mirror. He was both shocked and thrilled by what he saw. His blond hair had lost its wayward appearance, and fell neatly to his shoulders as a golden frame either side of the fine, smooth features of his face. The yellow bib covering his chest had two white appliqué daisies on it, and below the stitched band high above his waist the corduroy curved down over his tummy into a gently mounded vee between his legs. Anyone would take him for a nicely dressed pre-teen girl, though quite obviously still in nappies. Louise was pleased with her work as she smiled at Chris. 'Do you know what you look like, honey?' she asked. 'No,' said Chris uncertainly. 'Like someone cares about you,' Louise replied with a grin. Chris bit his lip. He couldn't stop the silent tears that ran down his cheeks. 'Oh, honey,' said Louise, and gave him a hug. 'Let's see what Charlie thinks of you.' Louise turned to the still open door. 'Charlie!' she called. 'Now you can come and meet our new boarder!' A few moments later, Charlie entered the room. 'Charlie, this is Chris, our new boarder,' Louise said with mock ceremony. 'Chris, say hello to Auntie Charlie.' Chris was quite happy to do what he was told by an adult. 'Hello ,' he said, smiling at Charlie. 'I'n very pleased to meet you, Chris,' said Charlie, with a little bow. 'I'm pleased to meet you too, Auntie Charlie,' replied Chris. He felt his nappy becoming warm and realised he was peeing. He had felt that warmth before, but it had never felt so natural and normal. He felt happier than he had for years. 'Well, it's time for dinner,' Louise said. 'Let's go downstairs.' Charlie led the way, and Chris went after her. He took Louise's hand at the bottom of the stairs, and breathed in the wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. He could feel himself waddling slightly in the thick, damp nappy, but that was how he walked now. Everything was OK. He was home at last. The end. There may be a sequel to this, but I have some work to do over the next few weeks, and I wanted to actually finish a story! Sal XX
  13. He is indeed. I've changed the last chapter a bit, deleting the bit about Chrissie's clothes. It was moving a little too fast, I thought. There's plenty of time for that sort of thing later. Chris has enough to deal with at present!
  14. Young Chris in London Chapter 7 The shock and shame of the last few minutes were too much for Chris. Louise was right. He didn't feel grown up at all. He really was just a little boy who needed to be in a nappy. As if to emphasise the point, his body seemed to take over. Louise had stood Chris in the middle of the bathroom and as she was undoing his shoulder straps his bladder, still under pressure, gave way completely. With a loud sob followed by a torrent of tears, the remaining contents of Chris's bladder flooded his undies and shortall and poured in rivulets down his legs onto the bathroom's nylon carpet. Louise stood back in surprise, and folded her arms as the flood slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. 'Well,' said Louise. 'Are you finished?' Chris nodded without raising his head. Louise found a spare bath mat and pushing Chris aside, dropped it onto the floor to soak up at least some of the mess. She took Chris by his shoulder and marched him over to a cheval mirror near the pedestalled handbasin. She tilted the mirror downwards slightly to accomodate Chris's short stature and held him in front of the glass. She lifted his chin so that he was looking directly at his reflection. 'I want you to look at that little boy in the mirror for a few minutes, Chris, and think about who you see there. Is it Chris from New Zealand on his cultural tour, or is it naughty little boy called Chris, who wets his pants and only pretends to be a big boy, but really needs to be wearing a nappy?' Chris said nothing. Louise was right. The boy in the mirror clutching the plastic dinosaur clearly wasn't an adult. He wasn't even a big boy. He was exactly who Louise said he was, a little boy who had wet his pants and should have been in a nappy. He didn't feel like he did when he played his baby roles alone in his room at home. This was real. He really had wet his pants, in someone else's house in another country, in front of people he didn't really know. He didn't dare breath a word of being even interested in age play at home, and here he was, quite openly behaving like an infant, in front of virtual strangers. This felt so different. He didn't want an orgasm - the usual goal of his experiments at home - that didn't matter. Now, he most wanted forgiveness, and affection. He dropped his dinosaur and turned to the obvious source of warmth and affection. Louise didn't respond as Chris tried to fling his arms around her. 'No,' she said firmly, easily pushing Chris away. She forced Chris's arms down and continued to undo his straps. It took a few minutes, but she managed to get Chris out of his wet clothes, which she tossed aside in disgust alongside the discarded dinosaur toy. She picked Chris up with no trouble at all and seated his bare bottom on the cold edge of the bathtub, before turning on the taps and adjusting them. 'You,' she said, emphasising the word, 'Are a very naughty little boy. Not only have you just wet your pants, but every pair of your undies I found in your bag had nasty wetting stains on them. I threw them out. It's very obvious that you're not ready for big boy underpants. You just pretend to be a big boy, don't you?' Her words hit Chris like daggers. This wasn't fantasy, it was real. What if he really was pretending, as Louise said, and didn't realise it? Could that happen? Louise interrupted his thoughts. 'Before you get in the bath,' she said severely, 'We have to deal with your behaviour. Little boys do not wet their clothes and rugs in this house. That's what nappies are for. Do you understand that?' Chris nodded. He thought Louise was lovely and gentle, but now he began to feel afraid. Louise sat on the bath rim next to him and bodily swivelled him over her lap. The spanking that followed was short and sharp. Chris had fantasised about being spanked, but the reality was different. It hurt, and he began to cry after the first few spanks. (There you go, Eagle!) Louise explained firmly as she spanked him that actions had consequences, and that his actions were inconsiderate and wrong. In a word, she said, naughty. His position in this house, Louise said, did not allow him to just do what he wanted wherever he wanted. She said he would soon learn his 'place'. Then it was over. Chris understood and accepted what Louise had told him. After all, he was supposed to behave himself while they were out, like anyone else would, but instead he had peed hie pants and made a mess of the rug. He knew he deserved what he got. It could have been far worse. They could have thrown him out. As Louise had said, he was lucky they didn't. Louise's anger passed like a summer storm, and soon she had Chris in the bath. 'You know,' said Louise as she began to soap his naked body with a washcloth, 'I know a little about people's fantasies. Sometimes, a young man like you might have it in his head that he'd like to wear nappies, and even be treated like a baby. The young man is really grown up, and he invents the fantasy, for one reason or another. He creates the baby 'persona', it's called. It makes him happy, so he does it when he can. He might even seek out some help with his fantasy - maybe a sort of mummy to look after him, or a little friend he can play with. Louise began to soap Chris's groin. 'But sometimes, not very often, the young man isn't really grown up at all. Deep down inside, he doesn't really get past being very little. So to get by in the world, he creates a grown up boy. The grown up boy can do all sorts of things, but it's really pretending. When he thinks about being very little, it's not the grown up boy trying to be an infant, it's the little boy inside just trying to be who he really is.' Louise was gently soaping Chris's genitals as she finished her piece of pseudo-psychology. She had made a few informed guesses, and could see that her little speech had hit home with Chris. Chris was too overwhelmed to feel aroused. A trickle of pee ran from his soft penis onto Louise's soapy fingers. She smiled. 'I think you know you need to be in a nappy, don't you Chrissie?' she said quietly. Chris nodded. It was so obvious Louise was right. That's why this felt so real. It was real. This is who he was. Grown up Chris was just pretend. Louise leaned into the bath and hugged the wet little boy. She could feel his body relax as she held him. 'Now,' she said, 'You just sit there, baby, and I'll finish getting you all nice and clean.' Chris sat quietly in the bath as Louise took a small tube from a cupboard. 'This will sting a bit, but it will wash off in a few minutes, and you'll be all nice and fresh and soft like you should be, OK?' she said, helping Chris up from the shallow water and turning him to face her. Chris flinched as Louise applied some ointment from the tube to his groin and armpits, then told him to shut his mouth tightly while she rubbed his face. Chris moaned a little, but kept his mouth shut. He trusted Louise totally. After all, she knew his deepest thoughts. She knew who he really was. No one had ever known that. Not even Chris himself. Ten tingling minutes later, Chris felt like a new person. His skin felt wonderfully alive. He put his hands to his genitals, as he often did in the shower at home, and felt nothing but soft skin around them. The light hairs that had been there were completely gone. He wondered if Louise had performed some sort of magic on him. Louise dried him off, and kissed the top of his head. 'Let's get you some clothes,' Louise said. 'And what do you need to wear under your clothes, first of all?' 'Nappy,' said Chris softly. 'Good boy!' said Louise happily. She led Chris out of the bathroom into the passage, where they bumped into Charlie who was on her way to the master bedroom. Charlie looked down at Chris who was wrapped in a towel and clutching Louise's hand. 'Hullo sweetie,' she said with a smile. 'Hullo,' said Chris shyly. Louise opened the door to Pete's room and let Chris in first. To be continued.