SallyKAT

Ah. Thanks babypants. Only females? That shows how little I know about human physiology. I know a little bit more about the humanities. I'd invoke S T Coleridge's 'willing suspension of disbelief' for readers of my fiction. I'm not sure I'd want to live in an all female world anyway. Although it's fiction and doesn't have to be realistic at every level, I'd say that in my 'changed' world, males would still appear, somehow, but would be subject to life as described.. OK, it's a plot hole. My advice is to step around it. : )

I did wonder about reproduction in this story. With impotent and infertile makes, or only women and neuter, probably parthenogenesis is the answer. Or maybe magic.

It's done, babyboypat (of which I'm quite proud). : )

Thanks for enjoying the story, Diapered Dave. Maybe, Sarah. Since I can't imagine what could possibly have caused this happy mayhem, I thought I'd leave it to readers' imaginations. After all, we all live without knowing 'Why we're here'. : )

Adjustment Chapter 4 Pat was quite proud that managed to stay dry until bedtime. Sal still put him in an extra diaper, 'just for tonight' she said, then the plastic panties went back on. The triple diaper felt a lot thicker than his usual disposable, and Pat wiggled around a bit trying to get comfortable. 'For heaven's sake,' said Sal. 'It's like being in bed with a wriggly little tadpole.' 'They're really thick,' said Pat. 'Here,' said Sal. 'Snuggle up and see if that doesn't stop you wriggling.' Sal turned to face Pat and wrapped her arms around him. Pat eagerly snuffled into her soft breasts. Sal put one leg gently over Pat's lower body, pressing the satin crotch of her panties against him. Her clitoris was now quite prominent, and she enjoyed the pressure against Pat's soft hip. It was as close as she got to sex with him now. As the book explained, boy's attention tended to focus on the breasts as their adjustment continued. One of the chapters even covered breastfeeding, including induced lactation. Sal had read that section with astonishment, but now it didn't seem so far fetched. She'd needed a new bra recently, and had taken Pat with her while she shopped. The woman in the lingerie department had asked her if she wanted nursing or plain, as if it were the most natural question in the world. She'd bought a plain one, but now she wondered if she might try the book's suggestion of introducing Pat to breastfeeding. The idea certainly gave Sal a twinge of excitement, and she pressed her crotch more firmly against him. Pat had stopped squirming, and his regular breathing told Sal that he'd fallen asleep. Gently, she moved away from him, and settled herself for sleep. She wedged one hand in her crotch, and fell asleep thinking of Pat's soft lips around her nipples. Sal woke first as usual. Pat was wet, and feeling around, Sal was pleased that his swollen diaper hadn't leaked a drop. She kissed him and he began to stir. 'Up you get, honey,' said Sal, helping him out of bed. As he stood unsteadily in his wet diaper, Sal smiled. For all the upheaval the changes had involved, there were a lot of pluses at the domestic level. Sal had lost her big, strong husband, but so had all wives. She gained a delightful, dependent little boy. Sal had changed too. Like all women, she'd become comfortable in her new commanding role. There was no doubt that she was now the 'dominant partner' as the book put it, and it seemed quite natural. She could hardly remember it any other way. She stood Pat in front of her as she sat on the bed and fitted one of her shower caps, now 'Pat's shower cap', over Pat's lustrous blonde hair for his shower. Sal took good care of her boy's locks now, and a shampoo twice a week was enough. She took off his panty and diaper and gave his rounded little bottom a pat. As he turned to go into the bathroom, Sal smiled at his little pink nub of a penis. To think that she'd once lusted after his 'cock', and referred to his 'manly junk' made her smile some more. If either of them had 'manly junk' now it was her, with her thick dark bush and a mons and clitoris that had become a little more prominent. The changes weren't limited to the male of the species, she thought. She'd even tried wearing some of Pat's old underpants. Heather had suggested it, after Sal had seen her changing for a swim at her pool. Heather said she often wore her boyfriend's old underwear, now that he was in diapers full time. It was a bit odd, but Sal had felt oddly attracted to the idea and tried it. She enjoyed it. She thought of Pat's soft, rounded body and wondered what he would look like in in frilly panties, and even a trainer bra, she thought to herself with a laugh, thinking of his puffy little chest. 'I'm out!' called Pat from the bathroom. 'OK, honey,' said Sal, and slipped off her nightie and panties. Pat emerged from the bathroom wrapped in his towel. 'Just dry off while I'm in the shower, sweetie,' said Sal, 'I'll get you some clothes and put your diaper on in a minute.' Sal gave her near naked boy a quick cuddle on her way to the shower. She stood under the shower, gently soaping herself. She was a few inches taller than Pat now. The change had occurred in opposite directions on both of them. Most mature women were now between 5 feet 10 and 6 feet tall, while most grown boys were around 5 feet 4 to 5 feet 7 inches tall. Things seemed to be stabilising at that, although some boys were becoming smaller. Heather's boyfriend was now just 4 feet 6 tall, and wore a lot of cast offs from Heather's 9 year old daughter Annie. Sal was glad that he went to a different day group. He was just too cute for words, especially now that he'd started sucking his thumb. Small boys weren't really any gender, so Annie's old clothes suited him. It was hard to think that he'd once been a tough cop. The only problem was that he had trouble keeping up with Heather and Annie when they went out on foot. There were strollers available for smaller boys, and Heather was thinking of buying one for Joe. Sal returned to the bedroom to see Pat sitting on the bed with one leg in the air, pushing his little genitals aside with his fingers. 'Pat!' said Sal. 'What are you doing? You know we don't play with our little bits down there.' 'It's different,' said Pat. Sal moved Pat's hand away. His little testes had retracted into his body, and his scrotal sac was now a patch of slightly darker pink skin behind his adorable little penis. Jan Saunders had mentioned it, and said that the testes would slowly be reabsorbed. Boys didn't produce testosterone any more, so they had no need for their testes. The flesh either side of Pat's penis had swollen slightly to form two narrow bulges. Sal kissed him again. 'That's OK, sweetness,' she said. 'That happens to all boys.' Pat seemed happy enough with that. Sal had read that part of the book about genitalia with fascination, most of it with her fingers in her panties. Her clitoris was large enough now that she could massage it between her thumb and fingertips. She'd noticed when changing after sport or when bathing that most women now had the same little lump in their panties or swimsuits that she did, where there had previously been a smooth mound. Sal tried not to stare, but she enjoyed looking at them. 'Can I have my diaper on?' asked Pat, interrupting Sal's thoughts. She turned and hugged Pat. She felt like saying 'thank you' to him. It was so nice that he'd asked to be diapered. Sal felt as though they'd reached a milestone. To be continued.

Adjustment Chapter 3 Sal and Pat picked up their Maccas and drove home. As he followed Sal inside, Pat wondered what he could say. He'd had little daytime accidents before, but he'd never fully wet himself like this. He'd never worn a daytime diaper before, in fact. So why did this happen now, he wondered. It was weird. It even felt ok, in a strange way, as if he was meant to be wearing a diaper and wetting it. As if he were on some pathway. He didn't even like to think about it. He'd seen other boys his age wearing bulky diapers, and he didn't want to be one of them. Was he one of them now, he wondered. He'd have to tell Sal, anyway. Sal put the food on the table in the kitchen, and turned to Pat. 'OK, honey, you scoot off to the bathroom, and I'll sort this out. If you need help with the pins, let me know,' she said. Pat took a breath, then began crying. He was stunned. He cried a bit these days, but he didn't feel like crying now. What was going on? Sal was just as surprised. 'What's the matter, honey?' she said, then looked down at Pat's crotch. It was dry, but she could see that his diaper was sagging. 'I'm wet,' sobbed Pat as Sal looked at him. 'Oh, honey,' said Sal. She put her arm around him and headed with him to the bedroom. As she did, she remembered the conversation she'd had with Jan, and the chapter she'd read in Boy Care for Loving Wives. This happened sometimes, in response to being diapered out of bed for the first time. Sometimes it was a permanent change, like a sort of jolt downwards, thought Sal, and sometimes it was a one off. 'I'm sorry,' sobbed Pat as Sal stripped off his overalls, plastic panties and wet diaper, then began to put him in a fresh diaper. 'It's not bedtime,' said Pat, recovering a little from his crying. 'I know, honey, but we'd better be safe,' said Sal as she finished pinning up the new diaper. 'But I don't wear daytime diapers!' objected Pat. 'Honey, you've just wet one,' said Sal. 'I'm not having you running around the house risking wetting your pants and whatever you're standing or sitting on.' 'No!' said Pat forcefully, pushing Sal's hand aside as she held out the plastic panties. 'Pat, stop that,' said Sal. 'You need to wear these and that's that.' She held Pat's arm as he struggled against her. He'd lost a lot of strength as his muscle tone diminished and some of his once quite well defined muscle tissue was replaced by soft body fat, but Sal still had to exert considerable effort to hold him where he was. 'Pat,' she said, 'Behave. I don't want to say this, but if you keep this up, you will get another spanking. I mean it. Is that you want? Do you want me to spank?' She felt Pat relax. He looked up at her, his face still wet with tears,. 'But...' he said. 'No buts, Pat,' said Sal. 'Now step into these.' She held out the plastic panties, and Pat stepped unwillingly into them. 'Good boy,' said Sal. 'Now, give me your overalls.' Pat picked them up and handed them to her. Sal shook the legs out and held them out for him. 'I can get dressed,' he said grumpily, feeling that if he were to be in a diaper, he could at least dress himself. Sal ignored him and held out a leg. Pat stepped in, and Sal soon had him dressed. He did look cute, she thought. His features were becoming more rounded, and now that his facial hair had disappeared, he looked quite angelic with his lengthening blonde hair. Sal didn't like to admit it, but there was a kind of unofficial competition among the wives at the day group Pat attended to turn up with the cutest looking boy. In his double diaper, Pat certainly looked as cute as any of them. She straightened the bib of Pat's overalls and gave his bulky rump a pat. 'There we are,' she said. 'All dry and ready for dinner.' 'Do I have to wear these tomorrow?' Pat asked. 'We'll see,' said Sal. 'Now let's go and eat dinner.' Pat sat quietly, and began eating his Big Mac. 'Am I going to day group tomorrow?' he asked Sal. 'In the morning, honey, then tomorrow afternoon we're going to Heather's,' said Sal. 'But I don't want to go to day group like this,' said Pat. 'Look, darling, it's best you do,' said Sal. 'You know the rules. If you wet your pants there, you'll have to wear a diaper anyway. Some boys do start daytime wetting when they're in diapers and you've been coming home in very damp underpants for a while now. What I'm saying, Pat, is that this was going to happen anyway. Dr Saunders expected it. You'll be far from the only boy at day group in diapers.' 'I know,' said Pat, beginning to sob again. 'It's just that...' 'Honey, it's a change, and there have been a lot of changes. Like bedwetting and your night time diapers. Your reading and your counting. But you've coped with all that. You've coped really well'. Sal's heart went out to Pat. He'd gone from a breadwinner and talented sportsman to, well, a boy. It was lucky in a way that the physical changes were accompanied by psychological ones that helped him adjust to his changing status. The NDBC helped the process by reinforcing the new relationships between boys and women, with the network of day groups and diaper services and in other ways. For example, while women still celebrated their birthdays, all boys had the same birthday. Their chronological age was irrelevant now, so they all had a birthday on May 1st, with a huge nationwide party. They loved it. 'You know what, honey?' said Sal. 'What?' asked Pat, looking miserable. Sal wanted to cheer him up. 'Heather said that if she had a boy, she'd want one just like you. She said she's so proud to know you,' she said. Pat did cheer up a little. He liked Heather, even if she did treat him like a kid sometimes. To be continued.

Adjustment Chapter 2 Pat nodded. 'Well, Pat,' the doctor said. 'That's the end of your individual session with me. I'll get Sal back and we'll just run through a few things and that will be that for this month.' 'Thank you, Dr Saunders,' said Pat. Dr Saunders smiled, and Pat felt a bit better. The 'Be a polite boy and earn a smile' advertising had worked its charms on him as much as on the rest of the male population. Boys didn't earn money now, and the program was designed to reward good behaviour by making the approval of females a desirable thing. Even young women were encouraged to compliment boys - of any age - who were helpful and courteous. The door to Dr Saunders' room opened and Sal entered. 'Hello, darling,' she said, giving Pat a kiss. 'Did you have a nice chat with Dr Saunders?' 'Yes,' said Pat. 'We covered some ground,' said Jan Saunders. 'Including the little problem last week.' 'I said I was sorry,' said Pat. 'That's not the point, honey,' said Dr Saunders kindly. 'Anyway,' she added, 'I don't think we'll be taking off our diaper at night again, will we Pat?' 'No,' said Pat. He'd been genuinely shocked when Sal had put him over her knees and spanked him. It hurt, too. That he really had been naughty was driven home by Dr Saunders more or less agreeing with Sal's actions. He thought of the posters around the day group - 'No one likes naughty boys' with an image of a boy standing with his nose in a corner, and even more blunt 'Naughty boys get spanked' with an elegant female hand about to land on the white underpants of a bent over bottom. Still, he hadn't actually seen anyone being spanked at day group. Precluding badly behaved boys from activities for a while was more their style. 'Good,' said Dr Saunders. 'Now, speaking of diapers, Pat's wetting every night now, isn't he?' 'Yes,' said Sal as Pat blushed. 'Then you'll qualify for some assistance if you change to a sustainable product. There are several choices,' she said. It had taken Pat some time to get used to being taped into a diaper every night, and he didn't want to change. 'I'm fine with...' he began. 'Pat, please don't interrupt,' said Sal. 'What are the choices, Jan?' 'There are two,' said Dr Saunders, 'Both are washable rather than disposable. First are standard cloth diapers. One or two are worn, depending on the severity of wetting, or even three for very heavy wetters, with plastic panties. The alternative is an all in one washable diaper with snap studs and an integral waterproof cover. Pat's a heavy wetter, and leaks can be a problem with the all in ones, so I'd suggest the cloth diapers and plastic panties. You'd qualify for two dozen a week. The diaper service in your area would pick up and drop off weekly. They even give you a diaper pail.' Pat's heart sank. He knew that quite a few boys wet at night, but from the talk at the group Sal dropped him off at when she was busy, it was occasional rather than every night. Pat certainly hadn't admitted to the other boys at the group that he'd been wetting every night for a month now. Sal had said they'd have to talk to Dr Saunders about it, but he thought Dr Saunders would recommend medication, or regulating fluids or something, not having to wear babyish terry diapers and plastic panties. 'How do they, you know, do up?' asked Pat. 'With these, honey,' said Dr Saunders, producing a large safety pin with a cover over its closure. Pat looked at the safety pin. It looked like a baby diaper pin. 'Can I put them on myself?' he asked. 'Not really,' said Dr Saunders. 'They can be a bit fiddly. Sal puts your tapes on, doesn't she?' 'I tried,' said Pat, 'But...' 'I know,' said Dr Saunders. 'Pat, most wives diaper their boys. I know you want to be helpful, but with these diapers especially, it's best if Sal puts them on for you.' 'And what about car trips?' asked Pat. 'Sometimes for long trips, Sal...' 'You'll just wear these,' said Dr Saunders. 'They're very comfy, and you'll soon get used to them. Now, I usually start off by showing wives how to deal with these, so Pat, honey, I'd like you to take off your things, please.' Dr Saunders pressed the intercom on her desk. 'Julie, would you bring a pack of medium cloth diapers in for Pat please, and three plastic panties and a box of pins?' she asked. 'And the changing mat, too please Julie.' Pat sat glumly. He thought he was going to be given some medical help for his wetting, and now he was being put into cloth diapers with pins and plastic panties, like a baby. Even for car trips too, when he sometimes wet a little bit. He thought of the book he'd seen around the house - 'Boy Care For Loving Wives'. He'd looked at the cover, but hadn't dared open it. It was published by the ubiquitous NDBC, the National Department for Boy Care. The picture on the front showed a loving wife pinning her boy into a cloth diaper, the boy's bare little genitals flecked with talc. There was no modesty about boys' bodies these days. Sal stood to help Pat off with his overalls. Most boys wore them now. They were the same as the overalls young women wore, although boys' overalls often had cartoon figures on the bibs. Pat didn't mind that. It made him feel a bit special. Overalls and pants didn't have flys any more. The last urinals had disappeared some time ago, and now boys and women used the same bathrooms. It was usual for women, whether a wife, sister or daughter, to take a boy to the bathroom too, whether or not the boy wore daytime diapers. Most boys needed help with their tapes, or needed the dry diaper the woman was carrying. Pat wondered about boys who wore pull-ups during the day, or those thick undies and wouldn't need help unless they were wet, but women taking boys to the bathroom was recommended by the NDBC, so people complied. Women seemed to take the bathroom visits as an opportunity to chat, anyway, as far as Pat could see. Julie arrived with the diapers and other items. Sal pulled down Pat's white underpants. They were NDBC recommended items too. They were just like the ones young women wore, except for a double thickness panel running from front to back. The panel was cloth both sides but had something waterproof between. It was to contain the slight leaks that most boys were prone to during the day. Sal looked at Pat's underpants when she had them off. Today of all days, thought Pat. He knew they were a bit damp, but he was concerned as Sal showed them to Dr Saunders. 'Pat, these are quite wet, honey,' said Dr Saunders. 'How many pairs of underpants have you been using during the day?' 'Erm, two sometimes,' said Pat guiltily. Sal laughed. 'Two, usually and three sometimes,' she told Dr Saunders. 'I see,' said Dr Saunders. 'Pat, that's above the recommended threshold for daytime diapers.' Pat felt a wave of panic. 'But...' he said. 'Pat,' said Dr Saunders. 'I know you're concerned, so what we'll do is monitor things until next visit, but I think you'll have to accept that you'll be in daytime diapers. ' Pat felt helpless. 'Pat,' the nurse Julie broke in. 'It's not so bad. My boy Peter has been in diapers full time for almost a year, and he goes to day group five days a week while I'm working, so all the other boys know. He's quite used to them. He likes them, actually. He's got Star Wars ones and Spider-Man ones. Our daughter gave him those.' Pat couldn't say much. He was lying on his back now, with just his top on. Like all boys since the changes, he was hairless from the eyebrows down, and his small penis lay in a soft curl over his testes. They were diminishing too, but were still in evidence, like little olives tight up against his groin. One of the reasons for the removal of urinals was the inability of boys to reliably find and use their penises to pee. It was easier for them to sit down. Modesty was also no longer an issue. It was common to see women changing boys in public, on lawns or on park benches. Once Dr Saunders was satisfied Sal had a good grasp of diaper pinning, Pat was dressed again. Dr Saunders asked Pat to wait in the waiting room while she had a chat to Sal. Pat sat looking at the pile of magazines. There were a lot about boy care and a newspaper, which Pat picked up. He flicked through the pages of politics and news, glancing at the pictures of important and newsworthy women. Out of habit, he turned the newspaper over to look at the sports pages. They were covered in pictures and stories about various sportswomen and women's sports teams. Boys sports were now reduced to novelty events at parties and festivals, like sack races and balancing competitions. There was talk from time to time about some kind of short boys league matches before women's games, but boys weren't really strong enough any more to provide much of a spectacle. Such an event was likely to end up with unhappy boys in tears anyway, and the idea had never been pursued by sporting administrators. Pat thought of his efforts to toss the basketball after one of the matches Sal played in every few weeks. He couldn't throw it more than a few yards, and there was no way he could toss it as high as the basket the women used. It was the same with football. There was a women's football league now, and Pat's efforts with that ball were the same - just a few yards, and the exertion made him wet his pants. He'd really lost interest in sports, anyway. He was more interested in the games they had at day group, where they had things you could climb on, and model animals, and blocks you could build houses and bridges out of. Sometimes they had races, but they were only short, like across the square of lawn in front of the centre. Sal and Dr Saunders reappeared, and after saying goodbye, Pat and Sal were on their way. 'It's not so bad, is it, honey?' asked Sal as they left the surgery. Pat was conscious of the thick double diaper around his loins and the plastic panty over them. He crinkled as he walked. 'They feel funny,' he said. They did feel funny. Pat felt that his world had changed slightly. He was now 'in diapers', even if it was only for today. 'They will for a little while,' said Sal, 'But you'll get used to them.' 'I thought we were just trying them out, and we'd see next time,' said Pat. 'Well, we'll wear these home, and see how we go,' said Sal. Pat often felt as if he wasn't sure what was going on. As he worried about wearing daytime diapers, he looked up at a sign next to their car. It showed an unhappy looking boy sitting on some grass, looking up at a woman. Underneath the image, it said 'Confused? Uncertain? Ask a woman' The woman in the image was in a school uniform, and looked about twelve. Woman these days referred to a female of any age, just as boy referred to any male. The terms 'man' and 'girl' were outdated and no longer used. The new nomenclature that had developed seemed to affect perception, too. A woman even of of pre-teen years expected to be deferred to by boys of whatever age, and expected boys to help them if necessary. For their part, most boys automatically obeyed women, whoever they were. Boys were not often seen alone, and if one was, the assumption was that he was lost or needed help. A boy usually had a woman nearby looking after him, whether a wife, sister or daughter. Sal sometimes said she was sorry she and Pat didn't have a daughter who could help look after him and who could mind him instead of her having to drop him off at a day group when she had things to do. They called in at a McDonalds drive through on the way home, and Pat felt the need to pee. 'Sal, I need the bathroom,' he said. Sal glanced at the McDonalds store, then at the car's clock. 'Honey, I've got to get home,' she said. 'Just hang on till then.' Just as Pat had had a strange feeling that wearing daytime diapers was a new world, even with all the changes of the last few years, his brain and bladder seemed to have decided that holding on wasn't such an imperative if there was a diaper around his bottom. It was as if he wanted to hold on, but his bladder just said 'Nup. You've got a diaper on,' and he felt the warmth flow around his crotch. To be continued.

I have to admit I hadn't thought of that, Sarah, but it's a plausible storyline. : )

You have to keep the options open, kirababy!

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 6 Bob was devastated as he followed Jill into the bathroom. He had done his best to stop the torrent of pee that now soaked his overalls from the crotch to his socks, with his feet now squishing inside his shoes. All he could think about was that he'd just been considering whether he belonged here or not, and how the woman Elise certainly did, regardless of her protests. And now, in front of everyone, he'd displayed his own absolute needs. He felt as bad as he did months ago, on the night Sue had produced a thick diaper and told him that he needed to wear it, despite his pleas. She'd been right - Bob had worn and used a diaper every night since then, to the point that being diapered at night had become part of his personality as well as his life. He wondered what would happen now. He worried that he'd be diapered during the day, like the other diapered patients in the activity group. He stood sobbing, his hands on Jill's shoulders as she squatted to remove his shoes. This couldn't be worse, he thought, then he felt a convulsion through his body, and with an inadvertent loud grunt, soiled himself heavily. In wet overalls, and feeling the warm mass sagging in his underwear, Bob's crying increased to a bawling wail. Jill had his shoes off, and with a steady look at Bob, stood to unclip his bib. At that point, Mary entered the bathroom, carrying Bubbles. 'Here you are, Bob,' she said, as Bob clutched at the toy. 'His card says 'occasional light wetting',' Jill said as she carefully lowered Bob's laden panties. 'He's just messed himself too.' 'I can see,' said Mary. 'He'll need reassessment. But first let's calm him down. I heard him crying from my office.' 'I've called an aide for the group,' Jill said. 'This could take some time.' 'Yes,' said Mary, looking at the now naked Bob. 'Here honey, drink this,' she said, holding a small plastic cup of red liquid to his lips. Bob drank the contents of the little cup, and within a few seconds, stopped crying. 'Is that better?' asked Mary. Bob nodded. 'Good,' said Mary. 'You had an accident, Bob, and we're going to clean things up and put you in nice dry clothes.' 'I'm Bobbi,' said Bob with a silly grin, looking at Mary, who glanced at Jill. 'It's what the others are calling him,' Jill explained. 'I see,' said Mary. 'OK, Bobbi, do you remember wetting your pants before?' Bob nodded again, smiling at Mary. It felt good to say yes to her. In fact, he was feeling good all over. He put one hand to his penis. 'No, Bobbi,' said Mary, pushing his hand aside. 'Now, you wear a diaper at night because you wet the bed, don't you?' asked Mary. Bob thought for a moment. Yes, he did. 'Yes,' he said happily, smiling at Mary. 'And you've been wetting your pants during the day too, haven't you?' Mary asked. Bob nodded enthusiastically. He'd just wet, and he remembered wetting his panties before that. He definitely wet his pants during the day. 'Lots of times,' he said. 'Good boy,' said Mary. 'Now, you're going to have a shower, then we're going to put you in a nice dry diaper, just like your new friends in the activity group.' 'And Jo,' said Bob. Mary looked at Jill in surprise. She was impressed by Jo, and thought her potty training was pretty good. 'Pullups,' said Jill quietly. Mary nodded as she helped Bob into the shower. He was a bit dopey from the sedative, but safe enough standing in the shower soaping himself. Jill went to a cupboard and found a thick diaper and overalls for Bob. 'He won't need overalls or shoes,' said Mary. 'I think he needs a nap rather than going back to the group today. Just the diaper will do. I'll finish dressing him in his room, and you can get back to the group.' 'OK,' said Jill, handing Mary the diaper and leaving to go back to her activities group. Mary got Bob dried and took him naked back to his room. Once there, she talced and diapered him, then took a flannelette garment from the wardrobe. She slipped it over Bob's head and did up the studs at the crotch. 'So your diaper doesn't slip off,' Mary said. 'Everyone wears one over their bedtime diaper here,' she said, as Bob appeared to be about to object. But all Bob said was 'Bubbles.' ''He's still in the bathroom,' said Mary. 'I'll get him in a minute.' As Bob sat on the bed in his onesie, Mary saw a rivulet of drool run from his lower lip down his chin. Drooling was a common side effect in the first half hour or so after the sedative, and Mary opened a drawer in the bedside table and took out an adult sized pacifier which she held to Bob's lips, wiping the drool from his neck and chin as she did so. Bob made no objection to the pacifier, and began sucking on it. Mary settled him under the bedclothes, then reached down and pulled up a little fence around the bed. By the time she'd returned from the bathroom with Bubbles, Bob was drowsily mumbling around his pacifier. Mary put Bubbles next to him and Bob snuggled up to the toy. Good, thought Mary. She lowered the window blind and looked again at Bob. Their methods made such a change, she thought. Bob looked angelic now, compared with the distressed, sobbing boy in wet and messy pants of not long ago. She'd wake him for dinner, she thought. He'd be reassessed tomorrow after his procedure. He be diapered from now on, obviously, and Mary wondered if he'd stay in the big group. That was up to Dr Allen as much as anyone else. She left the room. Bob lay between wake and sleep. He had a strange idea that he was a baby again as he clutched Bubbles and felt the gentle pull of his studded crotch against the thick softness of his diaper. 'Mummy,' he muttered around his pacifier, and peed slightly into his diaper. To be continued.

I'm glad you like it!

Hi Eberhardt. I'll keep going when I have time. Thanks for liking the story! Sal

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 5 The afternoon activities session in level three continued. Jo kept her group well organised. She praised Patty's drawing of a green elephant, and was very complimentary about Bob's tree when he'd finished it and showed her. In his mind, it made up a little for wetting his underpants. He felt less embarrassed about that when Patty leaned across to Jo and said quietly, 'I wet my diaper.' Bob watched as Patty picked up her doll and Jo took her to Jill, who warned the group to be quiet and behave, then took Patty by the hand and led her out of the room. They returned a few minutes later. Patty's bulky bottom meant that she'd had her diaper changed, and she sat again next to Bob and continued her drawing. Over the next half hour, Bob watched several other diapered people leave the room with Jill and return, including the boy Peter, and including one girl who was in tears. 'She's new too,' Patty told Bob. 'That's Elise. She got here last week, and kept telling us that she was here by mistake. She kept saying she was a zeckertive.' 'Executive,' said Bob. 'Yes, I think so,' said Patty. 'Anyway she wet her pants at lunchtime on her first day, then she wet them in activities. Molly said she pooped her pants too. You're not allowed to wet your pants or poop them. If you do, you have to wear a diaper, that's why she's got one now, but she still cries like that.' 'She's silly,' said a woman across the table. 'Everybody here ends up in diapers.' 'No they don't,' said Patty. 'Jo's not.' 'She's older,' said the woman, who looked about twenty five. 'She's a group leader.' 'She's younger than you,' said Bob, sure that she was. 'Older here doesn't mean birthdays older,' said the woman. 'Enough chatter,' Jo said. 'On with your work please. Bobbi doesn't want to know all that.' On the contrary, Bob did. Maybe he didn't belong here after all, he thought. There were mostly women here, too. That was odd, he thought. 'Are they mostly girls here?' he asked Patty. 'Yes,' said Patty, 'Only Peter, and that other boy, and you, but you've got a girl's name. My mummy said it used to be just a girls' home, then Dr Allen...' 'Patty, I've told you to get on with your work,' Jo said. 'Do you want to go to Dr Allen for another spanking?' 'No,' said Patty, and was immediately quiet and absorbed in her work. Bob felt the urge to pee again, and was about to tell Jo when she got up and walked over to Jill's desk. Bob saw that she wasn't diapered, but her overalls were quite tight and there was still something thicker than panties under them. He squirmed in his seat. Jo was talking to Jill, who then stood up. 'Listen please,' said Jill. 'I just want to remind everyone that you're here to be helped, not to make up stories about other patients and to spread gossip about Pine View. Things go very well here if you all behave and get on with your work, but as some of you know very well, Dr Allen takes a dim view of misbehaviour and especially gossip about things you don't really understand.' The group listened in silence. Bob really had to pee, and wasn't sure whether he should wait for Jo to come back, ask Jill or just run for the door. He was reaching the end of his tether. He stood up, and while the group was still silent, he said 'I have to pee!' and stood, clutching his crotch. Jill looked at Jo, then at Bob. 'OK, Bob,' she said. 'Come on.' Bob rushed towards Jill, who took his hand and led him towards the door into the hallway. He began peeng his pants as they reached it. 'Bobbi needs a diaper!' he heard as they hurried along the corridor to the bathroom. He was crying by the time they reached it. To be continued.

I've made myself a bit busy here, but this one will be finished. : )

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 4 The level three activities area wasn't far from Bob's bedroom. They reached it after a short walk along the corridor and around the corner. The room was beyond large double doors, which Mary opened. Inside there was something of a commotion. Jill was there, with her arm around a chubby blonde woman in her early twenties. She had what looked like smears of poster paint on her face and her overalls, and she was crying lustily. She looked at Bob unhappily, and wiped her tears with paint covered fingers, smearing more paint on her face. 'She pooped herself!' said another woman of about the same age next to her, tugging at Jill's uniform. 'We know that, Molly, now please, go back to your seats everyone!' Jill said to the overalled group clustered around her. 'Tessa, honey, it's OK,' Jill told her, shepherding the crying girl past Mary and Bob. Bob looked down at the distressed girl's overalls. It was obvious that she was wearing a diaper. 'Sorry, Mary. A bit of a situation,' she said, giving Tessa a hug. 'She probably should be in two. There's a spot for Bob in the group at the front table,' she said, indicating a table near her desk. Jo's the group leader. She'll help out.' 'She keeps doing it!' said a boy in his late teens. Bob saw that he was diapered too. 'Peter, please, enough. Go back to your table. Mary's here and I'll be back in a few minutes,' said Jill. 'Everyone!' she added. 'No dessert tonight for anyone who isn't back in their seat when I come back!' The room calmed down as the wandering occupants returned to the tables scattered around the space. 'I didn't mean to,' sobbed Tessa, looking up at Jill. Bob watched as Tessa wiped her paint covered fingers on the bib of her overalls. The bib bulged out over her full breasts. 'I know you didn't, Tess,' said Jill. 'Come on.' Jill and Tessa left the room, leaving Mary and Bob standing alone. 'Everybody, this is Bob,' said Mary. Bob looked around. There was certainly a lot going on in the room. The half dozen tables were covered in paper and various constructions, and there was a group of three or four people sitting on the floor at one end of the room doing something there. Everyone was looking at Bob. 'Hello,' said Bob, and received a chorus of cheerful greetings. 'Bob will be in Jo's group,' said Mary. 'You'll get to know him. Bob's looking after Bubbles,' she added. Bob wished she hadn't said that. Not only did it make him sound childish, but he had begun to think of Bubbles as something quite personal to him in this strange new place. There was some chatter about Bubbles as Mary led Bob to Jo's group, and he heard the name Hannah. Jo was about sixteen, and had been drawing on a large sheet of paper. She had red hair braided into two plaits. 'Jo will help you settle in,' Mary told Bob as he sat in the spare seat at the table. 'She's been a group leader since Christamas and has been here for nearly a year, so she knows her way around.' 'One year one month,' corrected Jo. 'Thanks, Jo,' said Mary. 'If you need to know anything, or need any help, you can ask Jo.' 'We're doing drawing,' Jo told Bob. 'I've put your crayons and pencils in a cup. There are finger paints too. Sorry, I thought you were Bobbi, in Hannah's room and all that.' Bob looked at the cup marked Bobbi. 'Thats a girl's name!' said a woman about Bob's age, whose fingers and bib were covered in bright colours. 'And I've got a boy's name, haven't I?' replied Jo. 'OK, settle down,' said Mary. 'Boys and girls are just the same here. 'You're Bobbi, then,' said a solidly built teen at the far end of the table. 'It's a good name.' There was a chorus of 'Bobbi' as Bob sat and Jo gave him a sheet of paper. 'Hello Bobbi,' said the girl sitting next to him. She was about twenty five, with short dark hair. 'I'm Patty, and this is Sally,' she said, leaning down to pick up a doll from the floor next to her chair. Bob looked down and saw that she was diapered too. 'Sally and Bubbles are friends,' said Patty. 'Can she come and visit Bubbles?' 'Yeah, sure,' said Bob. It was a lot to take in, and Bob was quiet as he began drawing a tree as Jo had suggested. He wondered how he fitted in here. But then, he thought, everyone seemed friendly, and - he didn't like to think about it - he had just wet his underpants and he needed diapers at night, so maybe it was just his pride that made him feel embarrassed about being here. 'That's a good tree, Bobbi,' said Patty a few minutes later, and despite the name, Bob felt pleased. To be continued.

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 3 Anyone reading this may want to reread the preceding chapter, which I've edited. The reality of his situation seemed to be coming home to him. His wife was going overseas on a business trip, and she had put him 'into care', because she and his doctor had decided that as an adult of 30, he wasn't capable of looking after himself alone at home. He told himself he could, but as Sue had said several times, he needed to be realistic, and not just listen 'to his pride talking'. He had to admit, he did need help with some things, and as he'd heard Sue say on the phone to the lady at the medical supply store where she bought his diapers, 'My husband's a bedwetter'. That had been hard to hear, and was the first time he'd burst into tears in front of Sue. But he knew he wasn't at Pine View just for bedwetting. He sobbed quietly as he held Bubbles close, glad for the soft little animal's company. Then the urge to pee returned. Bob clambered to his feet, and wiped his eyes. He made his way to the door and set off down the corridor. He couldn't find the door to the bathroom. They were all bedrooms, with people's names on them, except for one called 'Staff', with the door ajar. He glanced into that room and saw shelves on the walls and a woman sitting at a desk. She looked up as he quickly left, realising that he'd turned the wrong way out of his room. He really had to pee now, and stopped for a moment to grip his genitals through the overalls before hurrying past his bedroom. His breath was coming fast, and he began to cry again. He felt relief wash over him as he reached the door marked 'Bathroom' and rushed inside. He raced to one of the toilets against the tiled wall and grappled with the clips on his overalls. They were fiddly, as he remembered Mary telling him. He dropped Bubbles, whom he was still clutching, and tried again to unclip the fasteners. At last he got them undone, and slid the overalls to the floor. He felt a few trickles of pee, and it was all he could do to sit without taking off his big white undies. He couldn't stop until he was all done, and he sat for a moment, picking up Bubbles from near his feet. It was only his undies that were wet, he thought. That had happened before. He'd just go back to his room and they'd dry out. Everything was OK. He did his best to staunch his sniffles. 'Are you OK, honey?' came a voice from the door. 'I was in the staff office and I thought I saw you rushing around. I can see you're new. What's your name?' 'Bob,' replied Bob. 'I'm OK. I just had to go to the toilet.' 'I can see that,' said the lady, looking carefully at Bob's clothing. 'And who's this?' she asked, looking at the soft toy. 'It looks like Bubbles.' 'It is,' said Bob. 'I just had him, I mean I was holding him...' 'That's OK,' said the woman. 'I'm Jill. Now, stand up and we'll get you sorted out. Have you wet your panties, sweetie?' 'A bit, I mean I had to go, and I went the wrong way, and I couldn't get the things undone, and...' said Bob, feeling his emotions rising again. 'Hey,' said Jill, 'It's all right. No harm done. Now, Mary's looking after you, isn't she?' Bob nodded. 'Right, well first we'll call her, then get you fixed up. Have you used your button yet?' Bob looked at her questioningly. 'On your wrist, honey. Can you just give that a press?' said Jill. Bob pressed the button, which gave a little beep. 'Good,' said Jill. 'Now, stand up and we'll get you out of those wet knickers.' Bob stood and put a hand on Jill's shoulder as she first helped him out of shoes, socks and overalls then out of his wet underpants. 'Good,' said Jill. 'Now your top.' Bob was standing naked in front of Jill. 'OK, now hop into the shower, please,' she said as Mary came into the bathroom. 'Just a minor accident,' said Jill as Bob showered. 'He got lost on the way to the bathroom and ended up wetting his undies. I found him in here with Bubbles, not too happy, but it's all good now.' Mary looked concerned. 'Are you OK, Bob?' she asked him as he showered. 'Yes,' said Bob. He was OK, but very embarrassed. He hadn't made a good first impression. 'Thanks, Jill,' said Mary. 'I'll take it from here.' 'OK,' said Jill, handing Bubbles to Mary. 'See you later.' Jill left the bathroom, and Mary collected Bob's clothing, dropping his wet underpants in a laundry basket, and held a towel out for Bob as he emerged from the shower. Back in Bob's room, Mary found another pair of white underpants. 'You've had accidents like that before, haven't you honey,' said Mary. 'Yes, sort of,' said Bob, 'But not very often.' 'Mm,' said Mary. 'Well, we'll keep an eye on that.' She helped Bob into the dry underpants and then into his overalls. 'We can go straight to the activities room now, unless you want a nap instead. You can start activities tomorrow if you want a rest,' said Mary. 'I'm OK,' said Bob. 'Activities.' At least it would take his mind off what had just happened, thought Bob. 'Good,' said Mary, clipping up Bob's bib. 'Do you want to bring Bubbles?' 'No,' said Bob, surprised at her suggestion. He was too old for plush toys. Still, he was glad to take Mary's hand as they walked towards the roomful of strangers in the activities room. To be continued.

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 2 'And here's your room,' said Mary, opening a door to a pleasant room with a window looking over a garden. There was a bed, a chair, a small desk and a wardrobe. On the bed was a stuffed toy. 'Oh, that's Hannah's,' said Mary. 'She left him for the next patient.' Mary picked up the plushy bear. 'Dear Hannah,' she said. 'You'll be able to bring some personal things in here,' she added. 'Items you've made and so on. I'll take this with me, unless you want him to stay,' she concluded, picking up the bear. 'Er, no, it's ok, it can stay,' said Bob. He was way too old for plushy toys, obviously, thought Bob, but it was a small human touch inthis strange place. He hoped Mary wouldn't think he was weird for wanting it to stay. Mary seemed quite pleased. She smiled at Bob and offered him the bear. 'Hannah said his name is Bubbles,' said Mary. 'She'd be pleased he's found a new friend.' Another woman appeared at the door. She was dressed in the same institutional uniform as Mary, and like Mary was in her thirties. She was a little chubby, and Bob could see her large breasts swelling under the top of her uniform. 'Hello, Bob,' she said. 'I'm Anna. I see you've made a friend already,' she added, smiling at Bob holding Bubbles. 'Anna's doing the late shift tonight,' Mary explained. 'Yes,' said Anna. 'I've just popped past to meet you. I'll be back after dinner to settle you in bed. I've had a word with Sue and all's well.' 'Hi,' said Bob. He felt embarrassed holding the bear, and to make matters worse, he needed the bathroom. He wanted to ask Mary after Anna had left, and clenched his legs together a little, but Mary again seemed to know what he was thinking. 'Do you need the bathroom now?' asked Mary. Bob caught the inference of 'bathroom now', as if they'd just been talking about the bathroom instead of just him going to bed. They had been talking about his diapers, he knew. 'Settling him into bed' and 'a word with Sue' were really about his diapers. He wished he'd gone before he left home. His need to go these days came on more suddenly and was more urgent than it used to be. He'd had one or two very slight accidents when he couldn't get to the bathroom in time, but he was confident he wouldn't have that trouble here. 'There's a bathroom just two doors down,' said Mary. 'I'll show you.' Bob put Bubbles on the bed and was glad to follow Mary back into the corridor. 'Here we are,' said Mary, opening the door. The bathroom was big and bright with white tiles. There were two toilets against a wall, with a bath and a shower, and a low padded bench. Bob couldn't see a urinal. 'We don't have urinals,' said Mary. 'And no cubicles. There's no need to be modest here, and some of the patients need toilet supervision. I don't think you will. You'll get used to it,' she added breezily. Bob was glad that Mary had left the room. Of course he wouldn't need 'toilet supervision' he thought crossly. So what was she doing still standing by the door? He slid down his pants, sat and peed. He wasn't very successful, and glanced up at Mary by the door before pulling up his pants. 'You're probably nervous,' said Mary. 'You can go again later.' She was certainly keeping a close eye on him, thought Bob. They were soon back in his room, and Anna was still there. 'Well, I'm off,' she said, smiling at Bob. 'I'll see you later.' Mary followed her outside, and the pair spoke in the corridor for a moment before Mary returned. Bob was getting used to adults talking without reference to him. Sue did it too. Not adults, he corrected himself. It was hard sometimes to figure out what his status was. He didn't drive now, or have a job, and he did rely on Sue a lot. And she diapered him at night, but only because he had trouble taping them up properly. Still, he was an adult too, even if he wasn't always included when they talked, he told himself. Anna had put some folded clothing on the bed, and Mary picked up a folded garment. 'OK, Bob,' said Mary. 'First we'll get you changed.' Bob looked at her, then at the pastel clothing in her hand. 'Just like the clothes you saw in the activity room,' said Mary, unfolding the garment. 'Pop your things off, please.' Bob realised she expected him to strip in front of her. He slid off his shoes and socks, then took off his pants and shirt. 'Everything, please,' said Mary. 'We've got some undies for you too.' Oh well, thought Bob, and soon stood naked with his hands in front of him. Gently, Mary moved his hands aside. 'There's a small procedure you'll have tomorrow morning,' she said. 'We just remove that bit of body hair. For hygiene.' 'Even for a short stay?' asked Bob. His pubic hair was a little sparse, nothing like Sue's thick, dark bush, but he was proud of what there was. 'Yes,' said Mary. 'Now hop into these,' she said, holding out a pair of large, white underpants. 'Everyone wears the same here,' she said. 'Girls and boys.' Bob stepped into the underpants as Mary pulled them up to his waist. They were thin cotton interlock, and full cut like girls' panties, but they were quite comfortable. 'Now this,' said Mary, handing Bob a pale blue t shirt. Last came the pale blue overalls. They were quite loose, and as Bob investigated the front he saw there was no fly. 'Same for everyone again,' said Mary. 'The girls don't need a fly, of course, and neither do you boys. If you want to use the bathroom, you just undo these two clips on the straps,' she said, fastening the same two clips onto the bib. 'If they're a bit fiddly, just ask one of the staff.' Bob stood in his new clothing. He hadn't worn overalls for years, and felt a bit childish in a coloured pair. 'Shoes?' asked Bob, noticing that Mary had picked up his old sneakers with his other clothes. 'Under the bed,' said Mary. 'Easy to put on and off - no shoelaces,' Bob looked under the bed, and found a pair of blue shoes. He did have trouble with shoelaces, and wondered if Sue had mentioned that to Mary. He didn't want people here to think he was incompetent. 'Last of all,' said Mary, and clipped a name tag to Bob's bib. Bob looked down. The plastic tag had two blue balloons on it next to his name in large letters. Mary laughed. 'Balloons for boys and flowers for girls,' she said. 'It's just a bit of fun.' 'OK,' said Mary, picking up Bob's unwanted clothing. 'I'll leave you and Bubbles here for a minute then come and take you to the afternoon activities session.' Bob was left alone with the toy. It was like entering a new world, he thought. 'At least I have one friend,' he said aloud to Bubbles, standing the toy in front of him on the bed, then immediately felt embarrassed at talking to a stuffed animal. He picked up the toy, and turned to see himself in the mirror on the wardrobe. In his pale blue overalls, coloured shoes and name tag, holding Bubbles, he looked like a large child, even a toddler. Suddenly, he missed Sue more than ever, and felt like crying. He did his best not to, and turned to lie on the bed, clutching Bubbles. To be continued.

MIL Chapter 10 Sue tried to cheer up Tim on the way home. 'Did you have fun watching the ducks, honey?' she asked. 'Yes,' replied Tim. Sue felt sorry for him. It couldn't be comfortable sitting in a wet diaper. Sue wondered about Sarah's suggestion of changing to terry diapers. They meant more washing, but it would cut down the expense of disposables, and Sarah, with more experience of diapering babies, said that they were more comfortable. They were bulkier, but that wasn't really an issue with Tim now that he had accepted daytime diapering. Sarah had given her some terry diapers to try, and Sue decided that now would be a good time. It meant plastic pants too, and Sue knew Tim didn't like those, but he'd have to get used to them. Sue looked across at Tim as they pulled into the driveway. He was asleep, slumped against the car door, and was sucking his thumb. He'd been doing that more often lately. Sue smiled. 'Wake up, honey,' she said. 'We're home.' Tim looked up at her. Sue loved the look of total trust he sometimes gave her. It was a look of dependence, too, and it made Sue feel warm and happy. She liked being responsible for Tim. As she helped him out of the car and he stood, still sleepy, on his feet, Sue wished that he were smaller, so she could pick him up and carry him on her hip like the other mums. She laughed at her thought. She wasn't really Tim's mum, but it often felt that way now. When all this started, she was a wife coping with her husband's issues. Now, increasingly, the concept of 'husband' seemed to be receding. When Sue saw ads for childcare, for example, she automatically knew that they applied to her now. She smiled again as she watched Tim waiting for her to take him inside, and was suddenly conscious of her breasts as she looked at Tim's thumb, still firmly in his mouth. 'Come on, darling,' she said, taking Tim's hand. When they got inside, Tim let go of her hand and waddled to the living area, expecting to be changed in the floor there as he had been lately. 'Hold on, baby,' said Sue. 'Come and sit with mummy for a minute.' Sue liked using the word. It seemed natural. Tim glanced at her, still sleepy and with his look of happy dependence. Sue sat on the sofa, and made Tim comfortable next to her. She pulled up her top, and wiggling a little, slid the cup of her bra upwards. Gently, she removed Tim's thumb from his mouth and replaced it with her stiffening teat. She leant back and closed her eyes as she felt Tim's soft, warm and wet lips wrap around her nipple and begin sucking as she stroked the back of his head. They sat for quarter of an hour, until Tim's rhythmic suckling slowed as he fell asleep. His lips relaxed, and Sue's wet breast slid out of his mouth. Sue reached down and felt Tim's bulging diaper. It was quite warm. He'd wet again and really needed a change. 'OK, sleepyhead,' said Sue. 'Let's get you changed.' Sue set out Tim's changing mat and soon had him lying on it naked from the waist down. She wiped his bare little genitals and put one of Sarah's terry diapers under him. She pinned it firmly around him, then helped him into the plastic pants. 'No,' said Tim, starting to fully wake. 'Yes, honey,' said Sue.'You need these now.' Tim looked at Sue unhappily. 'You do, honey,' she said. 'These are new diapers, and they don't have plastic in them. But they're much more comfortable.' Tim put his hand to the now plastic covered terry around his hips. 'See?' asked Sue, bending to his his forehead. 'Mm,' said Tim. 'Good boy,' said Sue. 'You're all set. Now why don't you go and play with your Legos while mummy cleans up the picnic things?' Tim brightened up, and looked across at the pile of Legos. He grinned, and began to crawl over to them, then stopped. 'Pants,' he said to Sue, turning to look at the bulky terry and plastic covering his bottom. 'You don't need those,' said Sue. 'It's just inside, and it's nice and warm.' 'OK,' said Tim after a moment, and Sue smiled. She much preferred looking at her baby just in a diaper than with unnecessary clothing on. With Tim happily playing on the floor, Sue went to the kitchen to wash the picnic things. As she stood at the sink, she looked down at her breasts, then stood back and looked down over her rounded tummy encased in her tight jeans. She put her fingers to the mound of her crotch for a moment and wondered. She glanced over at Tim, and was struck by the sudden thought that it was a pity she didn't have a husband to complete their family. She dismissed the unbidden thought. It seemed strangely disloyal, yet there was a logic to it. What man would that be, she thought, before returning her mind to the dishes. To be continued.

MIL Chapter 9 I need some sleep, so this will be short. Tim was sitting by the pond, watching some ducks, when he heard voices near him. He looked up to see two well dressed women approaching, deep in conversation. He suddenly felt quite vulnerable, and turned around, looking across to Sue and the others. They were chatting and laughing over their glasses of wine, and only Jane saw him and waved before turning back to the others. The two women paused as they neared Tim. 'Morning!' said one of them. 'Hullo,' said Tim. He could feel that his diaper was very wet, and tried to hunch forward to hide its bulk. He'd been fully absorbed in watching the ducks, but now he began to feel the embarrassment of sitting on the grass in front of two strangers, wearing a soaked and swollen diaper under his shorts. 'Come down here for a break, have you?' said one of the women with a laugh, glancing up the slope at the group of women. Tim wasn't sure what she meant. He looked back at the woman in confusion, then up at his wife and her friends. His embarrassment began to turn to an odd fear. One of the two women said something quietly to the other, and Tim was glad to see Sue get up and make her way to him. Sue arrived and spoke to the women. Tim couldn't hear exactly what she said, but he made out the words 'special needs'. That brought on a multitude of thoughts in Tim, and he clutched her offered hand. He got to his feet, and briefly saw that both women were smiling kindly at him before heading back to the group with Sue. He didn't care now if they saw he was wearing a diaper - Sue was here. Her presence didn't prevent his tears, though, as he waddled back to the picnic. The two women went on their way. 'It's OK, honey. They were just two nice ladies having a walk,' Sue reassured him. 'Poor thing,' said Jane. Sue patted Tim's diaper. 'He really needs a change. We've finished the wine, and it's probably time to get this one home. I'll change him there,' said Sue. To be continued.

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 1 I've done it again - started another story. Be patient! : ) ‘Why can’t I stay at home?’ Bob asked his wife as she drove them towards the large facility in the countryside not far out of their town. ‘Because I don’t think you’re ready for that yet, Bob, and neither does Dr Allen,’ replied Sue. ‘I’d be fine,’ said Bob grumpily. ‘I’m quite capable of being at home.’ ‘Bob, please,’ said Sue. ‘You still need a lot of help. Please stop arguing about it, OK?’ Bob grunted, and stared out of the window. ‘And don’t sulk, Bob,’ said Sue. ‘I’ll only be away for a month, and I don’t want to spend it worrying about you coping at home.’ ‘I have actually lived by myself before,’ said Bob. ‘Not in your present condition,’ said Sue. ‘Now I don’t want any fuss from you. Dr Allen will be here, and I want you to be pleasant and cooperative.’ ‘OK,’ said Bob. He knew the decision had been made, but he was still unhappy. When he had to stop working, he knew things would be different. His medical, and he had to admit it, his psychological issues meant that he would be relying on Sue to a certain extent. However, the way it had worked out, he often felt that Sue was in charge rather than just helping him. He often felt like a kid the way she made the decisions and ordered him around, even in front of people. If he complained it was even worse. Sue would say he was being cranky, making him sound like a fractious child. She’d say she knew best, and the worst thing was she often did, only because she was aware of things that Bob wasn’t. He felt sort of cut off from the adult world, at least the world that Sue operated in. She didn’t discuss things with him like why they couldn’t do things at certain times. Bob’s lack of information wasn’t his fault. ‘Here we are,’ said Sue as they parked near the imposing entrance of the building. 'Sue,' said Bob suddenly. He wanted to broach a subject that he had been trying to put to the back of his mind. 'What, honey?' said Sue. 'About my night time, you know, things, you know,' said Bob. 'Oh. don't worry,' said Sue. 'Dr Allen said that's all taken care of. The staff are very understanding, and you won't be the only one with the same needs.' 'Are you sure?' said Bob. Needing to wear a diaper at night had been a big issue for Bob. Sue had been diapering him every night for months now. It had been embarrassing enough having her do it, and Bob was worried about what would happen here. 'It's just...'; said Bob. 'Bob,' said Sue. 'Don't worry. I've discussed it with Dr Allen, and she said that they have a lot of patients in your position I know you're concerned about it, but try to be grown up. You need to wear them, the staff here are very experienced and there won't be a problem, OK?' 'OK,' said Bob. It was just another reason to not want to be here, he thought. Sue got out of the car and went around to the passenger door as Bob got out. She stopped and tugged Bob’s sweater down over his pants. ‘I don’t want to do this,’ said Bob. ‘Bob, I’ve told you. No fuss. I’ll be back in a month, and you will have everything you need here. The inpatient program is perfect for you,’ said Sue. Sue went to the back of the car and retrieved Bob’s small bag, which she gave to him. Bob followed Sue into the building. He hated institutions. He never thought he’d go anywhere near one, and still found it hard to believe that he was here as a patient. It was bad enough being reduced at home to a kind of patient. Here would be worse. He didn’t even have many clothes for his stay here. Sue said they’d be provided, and Bob couldn’t imagine what they’d give him. No one had mentioned Bob’s night time needs, and he certainly hadn’t brought up the embarrassing subject. He wondered about it. He didn’t think Sue had put any of his horrible night time pants, as he insisted on calling them, in his bag. They were in a big, bulky package with the other things in the bottom of his half of the wardrobe at home. Just something else, he thought, that was taken out of his hands, that didn’t need to be discussed with him. Not that he had asked about packing a bag for his stay here. That was just the sort of thing he was letting Sue do for him, he thought. He had to take more responsibility. The way things were going, she’d take over completely, he thought miserably. Dr Allen was waiting for them in the large foyer. Yet another arrangement he didn’t know about, thought Bob. How did they know he and Sue were coming? Sue was often on her phone organizing things, without any reference to Bob. Usually the most Bob got when he asked was ‘I’m on the phone, Bob,’ or ‘Not now, Bob.’ ‘Hi Sue,’ said Dr Allen. ‘Hi Jane,’ replied Sue. ‘Hello, Bob,’ said Dr Allen, smiling at him. ‘Hi Dr Allen,’ said Bob. He would probably have liked Jane Allen, he thought. But he didn’t like ‘Dr Allen’ or the clinical world she represented. ‘Sue,’ said Dr Allen, ‘This is Mary Fenton. She’s the therapist I mentioned who will be managing Bob’s care while he’s here.’ ‘Hi Sue,’ said Mary, shaking Sue’s hand. ‘I’m pleased to meet you. And you’re Bob,’ she said, turning to him with a smile but without offering her hand. ‘Hello, Bob,' she said. 'Welcome to Pine View. We’re all ready for you.’ Dr Allen took Sue and Bob into a side room with Mary. They sat while Dr Allen and Mary explained that Bob would be admitted – committed, more likely, thought Bob – as an inpatient in the assisted living ward. Assisted living, thought Bob. How had it come to this? He was 30 years old, and needed ‘assisted living’. Well, he thought, he didn’t really need it, it was just Sue’s decision, and Dr Allen’s. Other than the night time stuff, and maybe a few other minor things, he was a perfectly capable human being. Any need for assistance was temporary. He had a few physical problems, with his 'fine motor skills', and he forgot stuff sometimes, but that was mostly because Sue tried to do everything and didn’t tell him what was going on. ‘Bob?’ said Dr Allen. ‘What?’ said Bob. He hadn’t been listening. ‘Bob,’ said Sue, ‘Dr Allen was just explaining that it will be just like being at home. Mary or one of the other staff here will be on hand to help you with anything, and there are activity rooms with plenty of things to do in the activity periods.’ Activity periods, thought Bob. It sounds like a junior school. ‘That’s right,’ said Mary. ‘There are several rooms, and you’ll be able to find the level you’re most comfortable with. We’ll start you off in level three. You’ll make lots of new friends. You’ll be in a group with a group leader who can help you fit in right from the start.’ There was a bit more talk about meals and other arrangements, then everyone got up. Bob waited while Sue signed some papers, and soon he was saying good bye to her. He didn’t feel very good about that. ‘Cheer up, Bob,’ said Mary, who seemed to know how Bob was feeling. ‘She’ll soon be back. Once you’ve said goodbye, I’ll show you your room and the activity space you’ll be in. There’s a lovely outdoor area too. You also need to wear this,’ Mary said, producing a pale blue plastic band like a Fitbit. ‘This goes on your wrist,’ she said, clipping it to Bob’s wrist and twisting a little key into the fastener. ‘It lets us know where you are, and if you need help, you just press the little button on top.’ Sue hugged Bob, and assured him he’d be fine. Bob couldn’t help becoming a little upset. Feeling emotional was one of the things that happened more easily now. He tried not to let it show, but Mary put her arm around him as Sue left. Bob was glad when Dr Allen left and Mary took him down a corridor farther into the building. They passed various busy looking people, and Mary greeted some of them. As they walked along no one paid much attention to Bob, other than a few smiles. ‘This is the activities area,’ said Mary as they went through a pair of double doors into a well lit corridor. They passed an open area to one side, separated by a bright yellow balustrade. Beyond it were low tables and chairs, and several groups of people noisily involved in what looked like making things. There were brightly coloured drawings and posters on the walls. It looked like a kindergarten, thought Bob, expect that the people were too old for kindergarten. There were teenagers and some adults, male and female. They were all dressed in pastel coloured overalls, and Bob noticed that they all had plastic bracelets on like his. There was a woman at a desk at one end who was calling ‘Quiet please’ as they passed. Bob wondered if he’d be in a group like that. When he was first at home, he’d spent time playing internet games, but keeping up with the other players had become quite frustrating and Sue had bought him some things on Dr Allen’s advice. They were a bit young for him, probably, but they were a lot less competitive and Bob could do them at his own pace. He felt a little embarrassed at enjoying them, but he did, as long it was just at home. He realised that he was holding Mary’s hand, and squeezing it. ‘That’s level two,’ said Mary, as if she’d read the concern in his mind. ‘You’ll be in level three.’ They walked on, and Bob found himself worrying if level three would be stressful like the group internet games. To be continued.

It's going well, dribblez! : )

MIL Chapter 8 'Careful, honey,' said Judy as she watched Tim eating a sandwich that was starting to come apart as he ate it. 'Here,' she said, taking the food from Tim and putting it back on his plate. She picked up a knife and cut the sandwich in half. Tim picked up the smaller piece and continued eating, while Judy cut his remaining sandwich into two smaller pieces as well. Jane watched as Tim waited patiently for Judy to cut his food into smaller portions. She looked down at his gently bulging denim pants. As Tim leant forwards to pick up the reduced sandwich, she could see the top of his plastic pants and diaper protruding from the elastic waist of his jeans. Tim looked up at Jane and smiled. He really was a nice child, Jane thought, then realised that he was her friend's adult husband. It was interesting how his behaviour made the three women treat him like a child, she thought. A sudden breeze blew one of the paper towels on the picnic rug away across the grass, and Tim laughed as he watched it, then crawled after it. He pounced on it, then crawled the few metres back to the rug, clutching the towel. 'Good boy,' said Judy. It seemed natural for him to crawl, thought Jane. The picnic continued, with the women talking about various matters. Tim wasn't included in the conversation, and he didn't seem to expect that he was. Judy produced a bottle of wine, and poured three glasses, then poured a plastic cup of fruit juice for Tim. Before handing it to him, she put on it a sippy lid. 'I don't need that,' objected Tim. 'Tim, please,' said Judy, which was all it took to silence his objection. Jane watched as Tim sat happily drinking his juice. At least he seems content, thought Jane, despite the way he was being treated. 'I'm going to the pond,' Tim announced, finishing his drink, picking up Topsy and getting to his feet. 'I'll go,' said Jane. 'It's OK,' said Judy. 'Not too near the edge,' she added to Tim. 'Here, Tim' said Judy, reaching out towards him. Tim stood still while Judy tucked in the top of his diaper and pulled up his pants. 'We'll keep an eye on him,' said Judy as Tim waddled down to the pond. 'Does he mind being diapered?' asked Jane. 'Not really,' said Judy. 'He's getting used to it.' 'I think it should be permanent,' said Sarah. 'Well, it is at the moment,' said Judy. 'It seems strange, I mean for an adult,' said Jane. 'He's not really an adult any more,' said Sarah. The women were quiet. She's right, thought Jane, while Judy was thinking that it was a good thing she still had another couple of diapers in Tim's diaper bag. 'Which reminds me,' said Judy. 'I've got a work do next Tuesday night, and I need a sitter for Tim. Can you do it, Mum?' 'Not Tuesday,' said Sarah. 'I've got book club.' 'I can do it,' said Jane. 'Oh, Jane,' said Judy. 'Are you sure?' 'Of course,' said Jane. 'I used to babysit all the time when I was at uni.' She stopped, realising what she'd said. 'Well, I don't mean babysit, for Tim,' she said. 'It is babysitting,' said Sarah. 'No different.' 'An older baby,' said Judy. 'Thanks Jane. He's usually no trouble.' 'Just the occasional messy diaper,' said Sarah. Jane was surprised. 'Does he really...?' she said. 'Sometimes,' said Judy. 'He can't help it.' Jane shrugged. She'd changed plenty of messy diapers. 'No problem,' she said. The women were quiet again, watching Tim waddle around near the pond in his bulky diaper. He really wasn't an adult, thought Jane. To be continued.

These unfinished stories are coming back to haunt me! I think there's a moral in there somewhere. I really will try to clean them up. I promise! : )

Good plot, dribblez! I'm looking forward to more.

That's an interesting start, and well written. Dr Kathryn Schwarz is clearly a clever lady. I wonder if her plan really will backfire, or whether she has an ulterior motive? The plot thickens! Elfy's one of my favourite writers too, along with nautybaby.