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Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 3 Sue sat for a while, cradling Rob's head against her breast while she slowly moved a finger over the taut fabric covering her clitoris. After a while, she gave in to her feelings, and with some effort and being careful not to wake Rob, she pulled up the light pullover she'd put on, tugged her blouse from the waistband of her business skirt and managed to undo the fastener at the back of her bra. Easing the bra cup up over her soft breast, she guided Rob's lips to her erect nipple. He mumbled and began to suckle immediately. After some time, Rob's suckling slowed as he fell into a deep sleep. Sue slid carefully from beneath him and stood. She managed to extract her bra from beneath her clothes and breathed a contented sigh as she draped it over the back of the sofa, sighing both at the feeling of being braless and at the warm feelings Rob had given her. 'Come on, baby,' she said to Rob, waking him enough to guide his waddling legs to the bedroom. Rob remained half asleep as Sue laid him back on the bed and changed him. On a whim, she pulled one of her nighties over Rob's diaper and plastic pants. She settled him in bed, then lay on the bed next to him, lowered the zipper of her slacks and took her time masturbating herself to a quiet climax. The next morning, Rob seemed oblivious to the events of the evening before. Oops - interruption! I'll be back asap.

Eagle0769, I'm not a doctor, so I'm using a bit of poetic licence. Reduced cognitive function is my official sounding term for losing some of your adult thinking ability. As for the accident, I haven't specified it. Maybe he hit his head. Sal

Hmm. Elfy produces some interesting storylines, and this looks like another of them.

This will be very short - sorry. Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 2 The couple settled down in front of the TV. Sue agreed to watch the last of Rob's cartoon program, then she wanted to watch the news. Sue had discussed Rob's recent preference for cartoons with Jane, the therapist who was helping her and Rob adjust during Rob's convalescence. Rob no longer enjoyed sports or current affairs. He complained they were boring, but Jane said he was probably having difficulty following them as well, although he wouldn't admit that, even if he did realise it himself. Jane said his tests showed that he had some reduced cognitive function as a result of the accident. The rudimentary plots of cartoons provided a way of rebuilding those functions. so Sue had accepted the regular presence in their living room of colourful, noisy characters on the TV. Once the cartoon had finished, Sue made a simple dinner which they ate on the sofa. Even sitting up, Rob managed to spill food on his t shirt. Cleaning him up, Sue wondered if she should get a bib for him. He'd object, of course, she thought, but the idea still gave her that strange little thrill. Jane had told her that those feelings were her natural maternal feelings coming to the fore, but with a laugh had told her that there was no need to act on them. Sue had laughed too, but she still enjoyed the feelings. Rob was asleep a few minutes into the news, nuzzling up against Sue's breast. Sue half watched the news and half daydreamed about wearing a maternity bra and opening it for Rob to suckle. She felt a little guilty about her fantasy, as she did when she looked at maternity bras in the clothing department of stores. The last time she'd been in a lingerie aisle she'd been next to a plump young mother carrying an infant girl. Sue imagined the woman wearing a maternity bra and later at home breastfeeding the child, and felt a pang of outright jealousy before clearing her head and getting on with her shopping. Sue was resting one hand on Rob's bulging crotch when she felt a spreading warmth under her fingers. Rob mumbled in his sleep and nuzzled closer to her. She smiled, spreading her fingers over the warm bulge of Rob's diaper. 'My baby,' she whispered to her sleeping husband as her free hand went to her own groin. To be continued.

Sorry guys- I was going to make a few small changes, but I got carried away. I hope you still like the story.

I've decided to rewrite this completely. It's the usual scenario. : ) Apologies to anyone expecting more of the previous effort. : ) This story is about the slowly developing, major change in a couple's relationship. Rob and Sue's New Life - Chapter 1 Sue arrived home from her work as a business analyst. She rolled her eyes as she saw the front door wide open. As she walked in, she could hear the TV - another of Rob's cartoon shows. Sue put down her briefcase and walked into the living area. Rob was still in his pyjamas, sprawled on the floor close to the screen. He had a bowl of popcorn next to him and popcorn littered the floor around him, along with a half-eaten and badly made peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 'Rob!' said Sue. Rob didn't move. The TV was so loud he could not have heard his wife. Sue picked up the remote from the sofa and killed the sound. 'Rob!' she repeated. 'What?' said Rob, turning to her. 'I was watching that.' 'For heaven's sake, Rob,' said Sue. 'Get up.' Rob clambered to his feet. Sue grabbed him roughly by the arm and led him into the kitchen. She looked angrily at the open peanut butter jar, jelly jar and package of sliced bread on the bench, then at her husband's face. She picked up a dishcloth and wetting it under the tap, took Rob's head in one hand and wiped the swathe of jelly from around his mouth. 'Not only do you make a mess in the kitchen and all over the floor in the living room, but you can't even keep your face clean when you eat,' she said with exasperation. 'You're supposed to be recuperating, not behaving like a messy child. And I think you should find something more useful to do than watch cartoons. Have you done the washing and remade the bed?' she asked Rob, who was rubbing his cheek where Sue had scrubbed off the jelly. 'I was going to,' said Rob weakly. 'Of course you were going to,' said Sue. 'I've been at work all day, and all you had to do was put the sheets you wet into the washing machine, and you couldn't even manage that. It's bad enough you wetting the bed like a toddler. The least you could do is to be grown up enough to do a simple task like start the washing machine. But no, you prefer to make a mess in the kitchen and watch cartoons. You know, it's too bad there isn't a daycare that I could enrol you in. At least I could go to work knowing that you won't be making a mess here.' Rob stood in front of Sue, looking miserable. Sue knew what came next. Rob's psychological condition was as fragile as his physical state. The weeks in hospital after the accident had reduced his physical strength, and the emotional effects had been just as severe. Rob looked at his wife, unable to control the mix of feelings swirling in his head. 'I'm sorry,' he said as the tears began. Sue took him in her arms. Rob wrapped his arms around her. He could feel the fabric of her business suit, and the swell of her full breasts, restrained by the bra he felt under his fingers. He pictured her grown up panties, pantyhose and he had to say, adult clothing, then thought of his pyjamas. He felt very childish by comparison with his well-dressed wife and her important job. At least he didn't have his diaper on. Just holding Sue made him feel better, and his tears began to subside. Sue was angry, but she felt genuinely sorry for Rob. There had to be a better way forward than this, she thought. It was as if they were stuck in a rut. She wondered if Jane the therapist had any answers. 'I'm sorry too, Rob,' said Sue, 'But you have to be more responsible if I'm going to leave you at home like this.' Se held Rob away from her and looked at him. With her heels, Sue was a little taller than Rob, and she too was aware of the difference in their clothing. Sue had just come from a high powered conference at which she was the only woman, other than a minute secretary, and here she was dealing not with large investments but with her tearful husband whose diaper tended to leak at night and who couldn't even manage to wash some soiled bedclothes when he was told to. 'Oh, Rob,' said Sue, looking down at the loose crotch of Rob's pyjamas. the cotton flannel wasn't wet, but it was clearly damp. Sue grasped the damp cloth, pushing aside the soft genitals she felt beneath. 'When did that happen?' she asked. 'Don't know,' said Rob quietly. Sue was sure he didn't. He'd wet a couple of times during the day over the last few weeks. Once in the car on the freeway, and anther time when he'd fallen asleep watching his cartoons. Sue supposed that was the case this time. Rob had been diapered for over a month in hospital when he was semi-comatose. Continuing night time problems after coming home were common, and Rob's medical team had advised Sue about handling the issue as it reduced over time. Naturally, Rob had been upset when he realised that he was being diapered and changed by the nurses, and had found it hard to come to terms with Sue continuing the regime when he arrived home. Sue, on the other hand, found a weird satisfaction in diapering Rob. They were childless, and Sue, who had always volunteered to be 'Mommy' in dress up games as a child, enjoyed her nightly guilty pleasure as she diapered her husband. Even when Rob had managed two dry nights in a row, Sue cheated a little on her instructions from the nurses. She was supposed to 'reward' Rob by a diaper free night, relying on the plastic sheet for any mishaps. She ignored that, instead comforting her bedwetting husband and assuring him that the problem would go away eventuaoly and until then she would take care of him. Sue had even felt a little excited when Rob had wet in the car, and for their next long car trip suggested that Rob wear a diaper. She was disappointed when Rob refused outright. Now, as she helped her still upset husband undress in the bathroom, she wondered if three daytime wettings in as many weeks justified her insisting Rob wear a diaper when there was a chance he'd doze off, or for those long car trips. Sue watched Rob in the shower. He'd been clean shaven by the nurses, and Sue had kept up the practice. She'd decided to use a depilatory as well, and was pleased to see that the regrowth of Rob's pubic hair was now very light and sparse. She felt the familiar twinge of excitement in her own pubic area as she thought about it. She let her thoughts drift. As a result of the accident, Rob was now impotent. The doctors said there could be some change, but it was uncertain. Strangely, Sue didn't mind. Their sex life had never been very dynamic, and since coming home, Rob, a natural cuddler, had been more affectionate than ever. Neither he nor Sue had said anything about it, but he seemed more focused on Sue's breasts now. He'd even suckled her a few times, and Sue hadn't objected. She'd thought happily of her role of 'mummy' in the dress up games of long ago. Rob emerged from the shower. Back in the bedroom, Sue suggested that he put on his night time diaper. 'Now?' said Rob. 'It's only 5.30!' Again, Sue felt the little thrill deep in her belly, and as Rob turned away from her she pushed her vulva against the corner of the dressing table, and briefly closed her eyes. 'Yes, Rob,' said Sue. 'I've got a lot of work to do tonight, and if you're going to sit around and watch TV, I don't want to take any chances.' 'I won't need them,' objected Rob. 'I'll be awake. Today was just, I dunno, I must have fallen asleep.' ''You might fall asleep again,' said Sue. 'I won't' said Rob. 'And what if someone comes over?' 'They won't,' said Sue, making her way to the diaper drawer in the chest and opening it. 'On the bed please, Rob.' Both Sue and Rob knew how this would end. Both partners had slowly become aware of a subtle change in their relationship since Rob's return from hospital. Not only was Sue now the breadwinner, but she tended increasingly to make decisions for both of them. Sue stood by the bed in her business clothes, holding a thick white diaper, while Rob was naked in front of her. His small pink penis lay curled over his modest testicles, now held up tight against his smooth groin by his hairless scrotum. Rob didn't feel any modesty at all now, especially in front of Sue. The weeks in hospital after he had fully awoken, with nurses regularly bed-bathing and diapering him, had removed any sense of embarrassment about displaying his genitals. They were just like any other part of his body now. Rob had accepted that Sue now wrapped herself in a towel in his presence when she was naked, although it made him feel as if she were an adult and he was a child. He didn't like to think about it. 'Here please Rob,' said Sue, laying the diaper out on the bed. Rob gave in, and manoeuvred himself onto the spread diaper. They'd been through the issue of Rob diapering himself. The nurses did it at the hospital, and now at home, after a couple of attempts by Rob, Sue had told him that it was better for her to do it in order to ensure that the garment fitted properly. 'It's too early,' grumbled Rob as Sue finished fixing the tapes. 'Rob, please, no more of that,' said Sue. 'Stand up.' Rob stood quietly while Sue pulled his plastic pants up around his waist. He caught sight of his reflection in the big mirror on the wardrobe door. Apart from their sizes, Sue and he looked like a mother and child. Sue with her full figure, smartly dressed in adult clothing, and Rob, slight and naked except for a bulky white diaper and plastic pants. He felt like crying. Sue left him standing while she found a large t shirt. Rob put his arms up and Sue pulled the shirt over them. 'There you are,' she announced, giving Rob a pat on his padded backside. Rob looked down at his diaper. 'What about pants?' he asked. 'You're just at home,' said Sue.'You don't need pants.' Rob swallowed hard. It was bad enough feeling like a child without looking like one. 'I want them,' he said. Sue laughed. 'Ooh, 'I want pants!'',' she said in a jocular manly voice. 'Track pants,' said Rob. Sue thought for a moment. 'Honey, your track pants are in the wash, which you didn't do today. Your jeans will be too tight over your diaper, so you can wear a pair of my stretchy shorts,' she said. Retrieving a pair from the chest of drawers while Rob stood, unhappily thinking that the phrase 'your diaper' applied to him. Sue helped Rob into the shorts. Rob looked again at the mirror. He wished now that he had put the washing machine on. The long t shirt hid most of Sue's pastel yellow shorts, but they still bulged beneath the shirt. Rob was very obviously diapered, and the white padding of his diaper was clearly visible below the hem of the shorts around his thighs. He reached down and tried to pull the fabric over the diaper, but it wouldn't stay there. 'You look fine, baby,' said Sue brightly, watching Rob's concerned face. 'Cute, even.' Rob felt the emotions mixing in his head again. He didn't want to look cute. 'Come on sweetie,' said Sue, taking his hand and leading him into the living area. 'I'm an adult. I'm an adult,' Rob found himself thinking as he followed Sue, conscious of the thick padding splaying his legs slightly as he walked. He felt strangely adrift, and couldn't help gripping Sue's warm hand. To be continued.

I've just read and edited the chapter, Fulldiaper.

A Changed Man Chapter 7 Joe showered and emerged to find Sue holding a towel out for him. She wrapped him in it and then began to dry him. 'I can do it,' said Joe. 'Honey, you've had a rough day. I'd rather do it,' said Sue. 'Turn round.' OK, thought Joe. He'd let her call the tune on this one, he decided. 'Legs apart, Joe,' said Sue and Joe moved his feet apart while Sue dried his groin. Once done, she looked at Joe's sparse blonde pubic hair, stroking the soft hairs with her fingers. She thought of what Gil had said about hygiene. 'What?' said Joe, looking down. 'It's not very hygienic, Joe, to have hair there if you're in damp underwear. i think you'd be better off without it'' said Sue. 'No pubic hair!' said Joe, alarmed. 'You mean shave it off!' 'No,' replied Sue. 'I've got some cream. It goes in overnight. I think you'd be a lot more comfortable, that's all, and it would be more hygienic' Joe stared at her. This was sounding as though it might happen. 'Sue, one: I have occasional dribbles, like any guy. Two: I'm a man, and pubic hair is part of the deal,' Joe said. 'And three: you've got pubic hair, heaps of it. Why don't you get rid of yours?' Joe felt pleased that he had found the flaw in Sue's proposal. He looked at her confidently. 'I don't wet my pants,' said Sue. 'Wet my pants?' replied Joe. 'OK, occasionally, they're damp...' He was cut off by Sue holding up the underwear he'd just taken off. The crotch was clearly wet. Joe had nothing to say in response. Sue released him from the towel. 'Sit on the loo, honey,' she said, guiding Joe to the closed lid of the toilet. Joe didn't see how he could stop this without a fight, one that he'd lose. Miserably, he sat on the toilet seat and waited. Sue went to the bathroom cupboard and returned with a white tube. Applying the cream didn't take long and it didn't hurt. The pink cream felt quite good, Joe thought, as he enjoyed the feeling of Sue's slender fingers spreading the cream over his body. Sue worked the dream around Joe's penis and balls and, asking him to stand and bend over, between the cheeks of his bottom as well. 'Arms up!' Sue said. 'What?' asked Joe. 'My armpits? Why there?' 'Completeness,' said Sue, 'Plus I've still got it all over my fingers. Your t shirt will keep it off the sheets.' Joe sighed. There wasn't much else he could do. Sue did more than apply the cream to his armpits. She rubbed it over his legs and arms as well. 'You can wear a pair of my pj pants tonight,' said Sue. Soon Joe was dressed for bed, in one of Sue's long t shirts, her pyjama pants and another pair of big underpants. Despite the early hour, Joe fell asleep straight away. Joe woke alone in bed. He could hear Sue moving around, and he climbed out of bed. He remembered the business of the cream last night, and slid his fingers inside his pants. It felt both damp and slippery, and he wasn't sure if that was all from the cream or if he'd dribbled a bit. His skin felt oddly smooth and he withdrew his fingers to see them coated with a mix of the pink cream and a few hairs. Sue arrived at the bedroom door. 'Morning, honey,' she said. 'Hop in the shower and have a good wash to get the cream off. I'll make coffee for you.' Sue left and Joe showered. The cream came off easily, and left Joe completely hairless from the chin down. It felt weird. He felt like an infant. Joe dressed, resenting again the big, girlish pants. Sue had put out a pair of stretchy shorts which Joe put on. They had no fly, which annoyed Joe, but he had to suck it up. With a t-shirt on, he went to the kitchen. . 'How's my smooth little baby?'' asked Sue. To be continued. '

Hmm. The panties could be a temporary measure because Joe's made a mess of all his own. There's other underwear which is more suitable for him. : )

I don't think Sue knows, Eagle. Gil could be manipulating both of them for her own dark purposes!

A Changed Man Chapter 6 Gil listened with satisfaction to Sue's description of the effectiveness of her new 'command role', as Gil called it. 'You're doing well, Sue,' Gil said. 'Influencing someone psychologically can be like pushing a heavy cart. It's slow to get going and it takes effort, but once there is some momentum, you just need to tap it along. It sounds as though you have Joe moving in the right direction. Try to maintain your dominance over him and keep emphasising his juvenile behaviour. He should gradually see you rather than him as the authority in the marriage and he'll accept what you say as the truth. His obedience will follow from that.' I thin k you're right, Gil,' said Sue. I wish I'd started this years ago.' 'Never too late,' said Gil. Sue nodded into the phone. 'How badly is he wetting?' asked Gil. ''Oh,, he's not really wetting,' said Sue. 'He dribbles a bit - after peeing, I think, and his underpants are usually a bit damp in the crotch.' 'Well,' said Gil, 'You need to call that wetting his pants. Make it an issue. Getting rid of his ruined undies is a good start and comparison with your dry panties was a good idea too. Being unable to keep underwear dry is a very childish trait, and you need to position him as a child as often as you can. He'll start to see himself as childish, and he'll see the the developments that will follow as inevitable.' Sue felt a thrill of control. She was surprised, and pleased, that she had in her the ability to take charge. It felt good. 'Well,' said Gil, 'You'd better go and see what your childish husband is up to. I'd say he was sitting in the kitchen feeling sorry for himself. I'd ask to check his underpants too, just in case. Doing that will help him on his little journey - no pun intended,' said Gil with a laugh. 'Journey?' asked Sue. ''No,' said Gil. 'Little. It's a name for adults who regress or have been regressed to childhood. Have a look on the internet.' 'I will,' said Sue, intrigued. Sue found Joe just as Gil had predicted, sitting in the kitchen looking miserable. She even felt sorry for him. Joe looked up as Sue walked into the kitchen. Sue saw a flash of fear in his eyes, then something else. 'HI Joe,' she said kindly. 'I sent you out here because honestly, you were really pressing my buttons. Are you feeling OK?' 'Yes,' said Joe. Sue could see that he'd been crying. He'd never done that before. 'What's up, Joey?' she asked, using the diminutive he'd complained made him sound like a child. 'You can tell me, honey,' she added, trying to sound as thought she were talking to a child. 'Nothing,' said Joe. Sue noticed that Joe had turned slightly sideways from her and was clenching his legs together. It suddenly occurred ti her that he might have actually dribbled into the pants she'd given him. Time to get this boy undressed, she thought. 'You're still having an early bedtime, Joe,' she told him. 'And it's about now. I"ll do the dishes,' she added, noticing that Joe hadn't finished his spaghetti and the pots and pan were still on the sink. 'I'll put the rest of your dinner in the fridge if you don't want it now,' she said, picking up Joe's plate and stroking his hair as she did so. Joe glanced at her with something like hope in his red rimmed eyes. Sue put the plate on the bench and returned to Joe. She wanted him sitting while she spoke to him. It meant that had to look up at her as they spoke. Sue was enjoying this. She saw that he swivelled away from her as she stood next to his chair. 'Joe, whats the matter? I know you're upset. I was cross with you. Is that it?' she asked. 'No,' said Joe, 'I mean, nothing's the matter.' Sue caught the partial admission. 'Joe, tell me,' she said firmly. Joe shook his head. 'Nothing,' he said. 'Joe, face me please,' said Sue. To Sue's surprise, Joe turned in his chair and looked up at her. She saw he had one hand in his lap. It wasn't the way he usually sat. Sue reached down and took Joe's hand in her fingers. She felt him stiffen and try to hold his hand where it was. Gently but firmly, Sue moved Joe's hand away. The crotch of his jeans was dark blue with pee. 'I didn't mean to,' said Joe, the words tumbling out. 'It was an accident. I...' 'Shush, Joe,' said Sue. 'When did it happen?' 'Before,' said Joe, 'I couldn't help it. You were, I mean I was feeling... I couldn't help it Sue,' Joe said, flustered and almost crying again. 'I know you couldn't help it, Joe,' said Sue, stroking Joe's hair again. Joe was confused by Sue's reaction. 'It was an accident,' repeated Joe. 'I mean I'm not a child...' 'Joe, you are still a child in some ways,' said Sue gently. 'Like a child. I think that's part of the problem.' Sue wondered if she was taking this too quickly. She wished Gil was there. 'Sue...' said Joe helplessly, his voice trailing off. 'Come on honey,' said Sue. 'Let's get you changed for bed.' She helped Joe up. She saw that he was wet under most of his thighs. Poor Joe, she thought. 'I think you need a shower first,' Sue said, 'After we get you out of your wet panties.' 'Out of my wet panties,' thought Joe. The words drilled into his brain. Sue took Joe's hand and led him to the bathroom. He was crying again. To be continued.

A Changed Man Chapter 5 Dinner was quiet that night. Joe was acutely aware that something fundamental had changed between them. He spent the meal trying to understand exactly what that change was. 'Careful with the sauce, sweetie,' Sue had said as she put a plate of Joe's favourite spaghetti dish in front him. 'It's a bit messy and that's a clean t shirt.' Joe looked at Sue, who looked back with mild concern. She didn't usually say things like that, he thought. 'You can play on the computer for half an hour after you've helped me clean up dinner,' Sue added. 'Then I want you in bed, please.' 'OK,' said Joe quietly. He was still recovering from Sue's strong-willed conversation earlier, and didn't want to upset her again. Telling him how long he could spend on the computer, then to go to bed - at 8pm - they were more or less orders, he thought. Why was she doing this, he wondered. And 'play' on the computer. OK, he did play games on it, but it wasn't really 'playing'. Not like a kid playing. 'Oh, Joe,' said Sue as Joe spilled a bit of spaghetti sauce form his fork onto his t shirt. 'I said to be careful. I'll get you a spoon for the rest of it,.' 'I don't need a spoon,' replied Joe. 'I just slipped.' Sue didn't answer, She got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a spoon. She took the fork from Joe's fingers and gave him the spoon. 'Sue, really,' objected Joe. 'We haven't got a bib,' said Sue. 'This might help.' Angrily, Joe put the spoon down on the table. Sue glared at him. 'Don't start, Joe,' she said. 'I've had enough of your cranky talk tonight. Now pick that up and try to eat without making any more mess. If you want your playtime after dinner, you need to behave.' Joe stared at Sue. This was really different. 'Sue...' he began. Sue looked at him and sighed. 'Remember what I said about being immature, Joe?' she asked, cutting him off. 'Just try to be grow up and finish your dinner. I'm not interested in your whining.' 'I'm not whining,' said Joe. 'Joe, you are,' said Sue. 'We were having a nice grown up dinner, and I won't have it spoiled by your childish behaviour. OK? You're right on the verge of losing your playtime' Joe was tossing up whether to object to this ridiculous show of force or whatever it was from Sue when her cell phone rang. 'Oh, hi Gil,' said Sue. Joe had met Gil a few times, and she wasn't his favourite person. 'Yes, we're just having dinner. Oh, he's OK. A bit grumpy, but an early night should fix that.' Joe roiled his eyes. 'Just a minute,' said Sue into the phone. She turned to Joe. 'Joe, I've warned you about behaving like a grown up,' Sue told him. 'No computer for you after dinner. It's washing up then straight to bed. And those panties had better be dry, by the way.' Joe's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak. 'No Joe,' said Sue curtly. 'Just don't.' Joe sat silently, shocked, and stared at the phone as if it were Gil herself. 'Sorry about that, Gil,' Sue continued. 'Just a moment,' she added, turning to Joe. 'Take your plate into the kitchen and finish eating in there, please,' she said. 'I've really had about enough of you at the moment. When you finish you can start on the dishes, then I want to have a talk with you before you go to bed. Off you go please.' Sue picked up Joe's half finished plate of dinner and held it out for him. Stunned, Joe stood up and took the plate, then headed into the kitchen. 'Well done,' said Gil. Sue smiled. It was nice to have Gil's approval. Joe was feeling angry and emotional as he put his plate on the small kitchen table. He could hear Sue talking, but the TV was on in the background and he couldn't make out the words. He eyed the fork Sue had taken from him on the bench next to the sink, but didn't dare pick it up. As he pulled out a chair from the table he wondered what Sue would say to him in her 'talk' after dinner. He felt another pang of self pity, accompanied by a spasm in his belly. He tried desperately to stop it, but he felt a spurt of pee between his legs. A strange feeling of real fear of Sue washed over him as he put one hand between his legs. He could feel a wet patch on his jeans. Joe sat with tears welling in his eyes. He didn't understand what was happening. To be continued.

Thanks Fulldiaper. I've given Sue a bit of an edge. Fairly reasonable from her point of view! I've done a bit of editing, too.

I'm going to try to finish all the stories I've left unfinished. I'm a bit embarrassed by the reputation I seem to have (well, I do have) for unfinished stories. No more! A Changed Man Chapter 4 Joe marched into the bathroom, where he stepped out of his underpants, kicked them across the floor and stepped into the shower. So what if he'd dribbled a bit into his underwear, he thought. He was a guy, and guys didn't have to be as fastidious as women about personal hygiene. Sweat was good, he told himself. Anyway, who was Sue to talk, he thought. Women had to wear pads half the time or tampons to keep themselves dry. Joe showered, then strode into the bedroom and dressed. Meanwhile, Sue was on the phone to Gil. 'OK, thanks Gil. I'll try it,' she told Gil. 'Honestly, I'd never thought of that, burt the way you describe it, I think it might be a good idea. I'm sure I can pull it off. I'll make the appointment and I'll keep you informed.' Sue ended the phone call and went first to the bathroom where she picked up Joe's damp underwear, then to the bedroom. Joe was lying back on the bed, relaxing as usual. 'Right, Joe,' Sue began. 'Right what?' asked Joe. 'Right, it's dinner time and you've made something good?' 'No Joe,' said Sue. 'Right, it's time you faced a few facts.' 'Oh yeah?' said Joe. 'Tell me.' 'OK, Joe,' said Sue. 'Let's leave aside your minimal contribution, in work and in cash, to the running of this household...' 'I'm looking for work,' said Joe defensively. 'And I get contracts.' 'Shut up, Joe,' said Sue. 'Let's start with your personal habits.' Joe's eyes widened. Sue had never told him to shut up like that. He wondered what she was on. 'Sue...' said Joe. 'I said shut up,' Sue cut him off. 'I talk, you listen, OK?' Joe turned his head to one side, and exhaled. 'OK,' he said. 'What have you got to say?' 'I'm going to show you something,' Sue replied. 'Sit up.' Joe slid around until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Sue moved to stand in front of him. She reached down and lifted the hem of the thigh length skirt she was wearing. Make it dramatic, Gil had said. 'What do you see, Joe?' she asked. 'Something good,' replied Joe with a grin. Whatever Sue was on was doing her good, Joe thought. Sex was likely to follow this weird shit. 'Get your mind off sex, Joe,' said Sue, watching Joe practically licking his lips. Sue arched her back a little, thrusting the big white-covered triangle of her pubic bulge towards Joe. She spreqad her fingers across her fabric covered vulva. 'Dry underwear, Joe,' she said. Joe rolled his eyes. 'Unlike yours,' she said, tossing Joe's damp pants in his face. Joe felt his developing erection subside. Not this again, he thought. 'Enough is enough,' said Sue. 'I know mothers who don't put up with this behaviour from their young children.' 'Sue, calm down...' said Joe. It was obvious she'd had a bad day, thought Joe, Why did he have to bear the brunt of it? 'There are going to be some changes,' said Sue, 'Starting with a diaper pail in the bathroom.' 'A what?' asked Joe, incredulous. 'A diaper pail,' said Sue. 'A receptacle for soiled underwear. I'm not having your filthy underpants in the wash with my things. Your wet pants can go in the diaper pail to be soaked in diaper solution, then you can wash them.' This was a first, thought Joe. Sue laying down the law. Who would have thought? 'Ridiculous,' said Joe. 'I'll just take a bit more care. I'll be as fussy about as women with their periods.' 'OWW!' yelped Joe. Sue had slapped him powerfully across the face. 'What the fuck was that for?' asked Joe. 'Joe, I am not joking about this,' said Sue. 'Your behaviour and your attitude are really pushing the limit with me. You need to show some responsibility and maturity, and if you won't, then I'm going to make you. You're like an irresponsible child who needs some rules, and I'm going to give you some. Starting now.' Joe was dumbfounded. Sue was surprised to find that she was actually enjoying this. She felt a little sorry for Joe, but on the other hand she knew he needed something like this. They both did - their marriage did. Gil was right, she thought. 'First, I want to you to apologise to me for being immature and wetting your pants like a toddler,' said Sue, using the words Gil had suggested. Get him to admit to infantile behaviour, GIl had said. That will give you an agreed starting point for what's to come, she had assured Sue. 'Sue, come on,' protested Joe. 'Apologise,' said Sue. 'If you want any affection, or even sympathy, from me in the near future, or in the future at all for that matter, I want an apology now. Otherwise, I might head off for a while.' That brought Joe up short. Sue had left home once before, when he had spent a weekend drunk at his pal's fishing shack following a Friday night booze up. He'd being going to call her, but by Saturday morning it was too late, and they were back on the booze by then anyway. When he'd turned up still half drunk on Sunday, Sue had called him an alcoholic and gone to stay at her parents' house. When she returned a week later she hadn't let him near her for a month. The episode didn't help his relationship with her parnets either. He didn't want a repeat of that. 'Sue, I apologise,' he said as humbly as he could. 'And?' asked Sue. 'And I"m sorry,' replied Joe. 'Don't you listen?' said Sue angrily. 'What did I ask you to say?' Joe thought. 'Sorry for being, erm, immature,' he said. 'For being immature and wetting your pants like a toddler,' Sue said. Joe swallowed. 'I apologise for being immature and, er, wetting my pants,' he said. Sue was glaring at him. 'Like a toddler,' he added quietly. Sue watched Joe carefully. He looked genuinely ashamed. Good, she thought. Drive the point home, Gil had said. Gil had been a psychologist and knew a bit about this sort of thing. Sue picked up the damp pants from the bedspread next to Joe. 'These are your wet underpants, Joe,' she said. 'You wet them,' she added, stretching out the dark, damp cloth and holding the garment close to Joe's face. Joe could smell the urine. He felt embarrassed and ashamed. 'If you can't stay dry, you will need to wear training pants. I'm not kidding. They're available in your size. So, will you try to stay dry like a grownup, or do you want me to put you in training pants, Joe? Those are your choices.' Joe felt beaten. This new, assertive Sue would certainly impose her rule. 'Dry,' said Joe, glancing at his wife then looking away. 'Well, that's a start,' said Sue. 'I'm still buying your diaper pail tomorrow, because I don't entirely trust you.' Leaving Joe sitting on the bed, Sue went to his underwear drawer in the chest against the wall.. 'These are going in the bin,' she said, gathering all of his underpants. She threw them into the nearby waste paper bin, then opened her own underwear drawer and rummaged around, producing a pair of pale pink full briefs. 'You can wear these for the time being,' Sue said. 'You're not reallly that big down there that you need men's pants anyway. I'll buy you some new underpants tomorrow. And please don't wet these. If you do, I"ll be extremely cross. Got that?' Joe, whose normal persona was almost aggressively masculine, was feeling strangely diminished, and Sue's comment about him not being that big down there almost brought him to tears. He tried to call on his usual mental defences but they seemed flimsy now. She was right. He shouldn't be wetting his pants. He pulled on the briefs while Sue watched. They stretchy interlock cotton covered his whole backside and went high up his waist. He hoped it was the last time he had to wear pants like that. He put his jeans on. The waist of the briefs was above the jeans, and he found a t shirt and put it on, pulling it well down around his waist. 'Now come into the kitchen. You can help me make dinner, then I want you to have an early night so you can think about how we can improve your behaviour.' Joe was in mild shock as he followed Sue to the kitchen. He wasn't used to her taking charge. Early night, he thought. What the hell? He didn't want to ask, and hoped that she'd forget that idea during dinner. Sue wrapped one of the aprons her mother had given her around Joe, who stood quietly while she did so. He didn't want to provoke his newly assertive wife. Conscious of the women's briefs he was wearing, Joe looked down at the ruffled edges of the apron. It looked like a dress. A wave of self pity washed over him. He spent the next 20 minutes as a kitchen hand. He was unexpectedly happy when the job was done and she told him she was pleased with him. To be continued.

Hi Tanya - I've read Peter's Girl. It's excellent. I haven't read Slip of the Dimension. I'll look for it. Sal

Thanks for the encouraging comments. I have some more to write, but I can barely keep my eyes open!

It's about the development of the narrative, Elfy, and babypants is right. I won't take the hint though, and I'll have to rely on a miracle, amazing conincidence, or deus ex machina to get the characters out of the looming dead end.

Adjustment chapter 7 Sal arrived at the group care in the late afternoon to pick up Pat. She waited patiently with the other partners and carers in their SUVs. Then the doors of the group building opened and out came the boys. Pat was usually last, and Sal watched the others with interest. About two thirds of the group of about 30 were still quite tall, while the remaining dozen or so boys were smaller by a few inches up to about half the size of the biggest boys. The very small ones were clutching a hand of a bigger boy. The looked comincal as they waddled at top speed in their thick diapers to keep up. Pat was one of the littler boys, the hand holders, now. One little boy was crying as he was practically dragged along. Pat emerged holding the hand of one of the centre's staff. Sal immediately felt concerned as she saw Pat trying to dry his eyes. 'Hello, honey!' Sal said, getting out of the car to greet Pat. 'Miss Webster' said the woman. Her hair was braided and tied behind her head, and she was wearing a long cotton dress and black boots. She wore a white, high collared blouse which revealed the curves of generous breasts when she moved. She nudged Pat forward. 'Say hello, Pat,' she instructed him. Pat managed to greet his wife with a little sniffling. Sal got him into the car and he scooted across the seat. Miss Webster took Sal aside. 'We've just had a little drama,' she said. 'Pat messed his diaper just as the doors opened - probably excitement; the little ones do that, and he's one of them now - anyway, I only had time to clean him up a little, empty out his diaper and put it all back on to go home. So he's messy without the mess, if you see what I mean. He's embarrassed about it. He says he's going home in a pooey diaper. Sal laughed. 'He is, but I don't mind. He won't admit it, because I don't think he actually believes it, that he's messing at least once a week in public now. When I talk about it he says it happened at Christmas and once since then. It actually happened a few days ago, at his assessment meeting. 'At his assessment!' said Miss Webster. 'Most of the boys would rather die than have that happen! Did it affect the decision? Do you have that yet?' she added. 'Picked it up from certified mail today,' said Sal. 'I want to go through it with Pat. I don't think it affected the decision, but I think it made it easier. I supported the decision, by the way, in my pre-assessment suggestions.' 'Wow, ' said Miss Webster. 'Good for you. So now he's...' 'Legally an infant,' said Sal. 'It's better for him, And there's a full concession on diapers!' she added with a giggle. Sal turned from Miss Webster to her car. The back door was still open, and Pat was sitting unstrapped in on the far side. Sal smiled as she saw that his feet no longer reached the floor. He was quiet enough, sucking a pacifier secured by a coloured ribbon around his neck. It wasn't one of his pacifiers. Miss Webster, enjoying the interaction of boy and wife/carer, now wife/guardian, peered in. 'Oh, I gave him that to calm him down after he pooped his pants,' said Miss Webster, 'Or should I say "soiled his diaper"'. Sal laughed. 'Either way, he needs a change,' she said. 'You can have the paci back. I've got one here, and he's got plenty at home.' After a slight objection from Pat, Sal swapped his pacifier and soon they were headed home. Sal looked at the special envelope on the empty front passenger seat. 'Do you remember going to that big office a few days ago?' asked Sal. 'No,' replied Pat. 'Do you remember the tall women in a white coat, like Dr Sangster?' Sal tried. Pat nodded slowly at first, then said 'Squeaky bear!' and continued nodding enthusiastically. 'That's right,' said Sal. 'She lent you her squeaky bear for helping her by naming your favourites of all the pictures she showed you.' 'And telling her things!' added Pat. 'Yes, she asked you lots of questions, and you were very good,' Sal said. 'Now, she's had a think about everything you said, and she's written a report about you. It's part of her job. The report is to help you be as happy as you can be. So, I want to go through the report tonight. Would you like to do that?' Pat turned briefly to Sal, nodded, and sucked on his pacifier as he looked out the window. Sal wasn't sure he understood what she was talking about, but she did notice the bulge of his diaper, which swelled as she watched. He was soaked, and definitely needed his change. To be continued.

Thanks Milky Mike. I've got a work project on so I won't be writing fir a week or so, but there's more coming! Sal

I'm still laughing, Diapered Dave. I'm Australian, and don't actually have a side in the very vibrant American political goings on. I actually think they're all over the top. Anyway, I promise I'll add a joke at the expense of Republicans at the first opportunity

Adjustment Chapter 6 With Pat safely at day group, Sal went about her tasks for the day. The first item was some shopping, for which Sal visited the local mall. After buying some groceries, and trying not to be seduced by the displays of items that 'every woman should buy her boy' she stopped at a womens' apparel chain. Clothing for women was gradually becoming more sober in colour and style. There were a lot of dark and muted colours displayed on the models. Sal still preferred more lively colours, and left the clothing area to buy a bra, the nursing one she'd been thinking of. So many women she knew now breastfed, and it was now perfectly acceptable for a woman to breastfeed in public or at a private social function, After all, who were they going to offend? Sal thought it was high time she joined them. She felt quite excited as she bought the new bra. With the new bra, Sal went a couple of shops along to a boyswear shop. The difference from the women's apparel store was marked. The boyswear was brightly coloured,, and the models were presented engaged in various fun activities, with a few shown holding the hand of the women responsible for them. Most of the boy models were thickly diapered, and as Sal looked around she thought there were more of the smaller boys than there were. There were also strollers for sale, and even a pram, which Sal hadn't seen before. As she walked towards the rear of the shop, she heard the high pitched sound of boys playing, and found a small fenced off area in a back corner. It had artificial lawn inside its low picket fence, and was filled with chunky plastic blocks and other toys. Three boys, all a little bigger than Pat, were playing in the little corral, while a very small boy sat splay legged in one corner, sucking his thumb. Sal saw a woman of about 15 sitting on a bench nearby, clearly looking after them. 'You've got a big job,' commented Sal as she walked past, heading for the diaper section to augment Pat's stock of plastic panties. 'It's not so bad,' laughed the young woman. 'I'm used to it. It's my dad and my two brothers, and the little one's our neighbour's husband. 'He's very small,' said Sal as she watched the smallest boy banging something on the ground and saying something unintelligible. 'Yes, he is,' said the woman. 'He doesn't walk or talk now. He still gets upset, though, like when he can't do something, Or sometimes in a car, he'll start trying to grab the steering wheel or pushing buttons. He even tries to undress his wife sometimes. It's hilarious. She just puts him on her breast and he soon calms down. They kind of zone out once they're feeding, even the bigger ones.' The girl noticed the womenswear bag Sal was carrying. 'Dressing up?' she asked. 'No,' said Sal. 'I've just bought a bra and I'm looking for some plastic panties for my boy.' 'Well, there are lots to choose from. My three all have their favourites,' she said. 'Are you breastfeeding?' 'Just about to start,' said Sal. 'You'll love it,' said the young wonan enthusiastically. 'And so will your boys.' 'There's just one,' replied Sal. The woman laughed. 'Oh, my mum and I are very busy with these three, and the occasional extra, like James over there,' she said. At the sound of his name, James looked upmand came crawling towards his neighbour. The young woman picked him up and planting him on her knee, flipped up her sweater to expose a full, rounded young breast. James was soon suckling, oblivious to Sal. 'He loves his boobies, don't you James?' the woman asked, looking happily at him. She looked up at Sal. 'You wouldn't believe he was our Senator before the change, would you?' asked the woman, grinning. 'Hey Senator James?' she asked, bouncing James a little on her knee. 'The only things he passes these days are bowel motions,' she added with a laugh. Sal looked at James. His eyes had widened and he was looking at her with a strange, distant expression. For a moment, she thought he had become aware - that happened occasionally - but then the young woman held him off her knee with one hand under his diapered bottom. 'Oh, James!' she said. 'What a big poop!' The woman turned to Sal. 'I've already changed one of his messy diapers this morning,' she said with mock exasperation. 'You can tell he was a Democrat!' To be continued.

Adjustment Chapter 5 Sal dressed Pat in pale yellow overalls for day group. The overalls were new, and Sal had bought them a size too small for him, but as she thought, they now fitted him, if still a little snug around his diapered bottom. Without most of his 'junk', he was quite smooth in front now, with the swell of his diaper over his lower tummy giving him a lovely rounded profile down there. Sal wondered how small Pat would get. He was already smaller than most of the other boys at his day group. Sal had visions of Pat in a stroller, or even on her hip, like the way her friend Mary carried her boy now that he was small enough. The boy, her husband, objected to being hoisted on his wife's hip, as many boys objected to their diapers and so on. Like Pat complaining about wearing his 'baby diapers'. Thank God for the NDBC, she thought, recalling the new 'Women know best' ads. Sal decided to wear yoga pants, and was just as pleased with the bulge between her own legs, and the lump about the size of her little finger protruding in the centre. She liked the look. It made her feel authoritative in a way, not that she wasn't already. Pat seemed to have accepted his diapers, and chatted on the way to day group about the activities there. When they arrived at the centre, the woman in charge, Jenny, was herding the boys as they arrived away from the brightly coloured climbing equipment on the lawn towards the artwork covered glass doors of the main building. Sal greeted Jenny and briefly told her that Pat was now in daytime diapers. 'No problem, Sal,' replied Jenny. 'Most of the boys here are in diapers now. And that includes you, Mr Poopypsnts,' she added to a small boy who was tugging at her skirt and plaintively saying 'Jen!' as Pat trotted happily into the centre. Sal recognised in the softened features of the youngster Jenny's father Mikey. He'd started changing quite early, at the very start of the changes. He'd owned and managed a manufacturing business, which his wife now ran. He'd been well known in the town, and Sal remembered seeing him at various functions. He'd been over six feet tall, but was now the size of a largish toddler, tugging at the long print skirt of his statuesque 16 year old daughter. His change had been the impetus for Jenny to get into boy care. She'd been responsible for him at home while his wife attended to the company, and it had been easy to switch to institutional boy care, taking Mikey with her. Like quite a few of the smaller boys, Jenny's father had no control over his bladder or bowels, and Sal saw that his overalls had snaps inside the legs. Sal smiled as she saw the scruffy blue bear in the boy's free hand. She'd never seen him without it. Seeing her smiling at him, the boy shyly tried to hide behind his daughter. 'In a minute, Mikey,' said Jenny, and rolled her eyes at Sal. 'I only changed him 15 minutes ago,' she added. 'Want milk,' said Mikey. 'That's a relief,' said Jenny to Sal. She turned to look down at Mikey. 'In a minute, honey. Jenny's talking,' she told him. Mikey stood patiently, still clinging to his daughter's skirt. Sal noted Mikey's simplified vocabulary. She'd noticed Pat having trouble with big words too. It was quite endearing. She squatted and smiled at Mikey. 'Hullo, Mikey,' she said. 'I'm Sally. How are you?' Mikey managed to put his thumb in his mouth without letting go of his bear. 'Want milk,' he repeated around his thumb, moving even closer to Jenny. Sal stood up again with a laugh. 'He's adorable,' she said to Jenny. 'Well, yes,' said Jenny, 'Apart from the poopy diapers. Mum's been breastfeeding him, and all he wants now is milk. And I'm not really set up for that yet,' she said, putting a hand to one of her moderately sized breasts. 'Do you breastfeed?' she asked Sal, looking at the large breasts beneath Sal's sweater. 'No,' said Sal with a laugh. 'But I've been thinking of it.' 'Mum loves it,' said Jenny. 'Johnny, you know, my boyfriend, is quite small too and has become very oral. She feeds him too.' A woman arrived towing two noisy boys in thick diapers. One was crying. 'Oh, last two,' said Jenny. 'I'd better go, Sal, and I've got this one to look after as well,' she added, prising Mikey's fingers from her skirt and taking his hand. 'OK,' said Sal. 'I'm off too. Say goodbye to Pat for me,' she added with a laugh. 'I will,' said Jenny. 'Come on Mikey.' To be continued.

Thanks dribblez. As for a shameless ripoff, go for it. There's no rip off. I claim absolutely no ownership of any ideas. 'There is no new thing under the sun.' - Ecclesiastes

Babypants, I have enough trouble finishing the stories I start without trying to produce spinoffs! : )

Thanks Sarah. You can always be relied on for a bright and sparkly view of the world and its magicky unicorns. : )