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  1. The Boarder's Tale Chapter 3 Pete sat on the bed, catching up on some emailing before he hit the sack. He didn't like social media - it was enough keeping up with his emails. He mailed a few friends, including his current sort of girlfriend Ellie back home. She was a couple of years older than he was, and a serious sort. Pete tried to tone down his enthusiasm about things when he emailed her. He didn't like her telling him he was 'like a kid' when he chattered excitedly about something good or interesting. For example, Ellie had a stuffed animal on her bed - a puppy - and Pete, after telling her he'd found a good place to stay, was about to tell he had a blue teddy on his bed, but he deleted the half sentence. He looked at the teddy, picked him up and put him on the chest of drawers with the other two animals. 'Sorry, buddy,' Pete said aloud, then felt a bit silly for saying it. He felt quite happy, and hummed tunelessly to himself as he undressed and climbed into bed. It was a very comfortable bed, although he was annoyed to feel the plastic under the bottom sheet. We'll soon get that sorted, he thought. He stretched out in the bed, naked. He never wore pyjamas. He turned out the bedside lamp, and had been lying there, listening to the muffled sounds of late night suburbia coming through the closed window, for only a few minutes when he had the urge to pee. 'Dammit,' he said, and climbed out of bed. He really did need to go, and hurried out the door and to the bathroom. He had to squeeze his penis between his fingers for the last few feet, and sat gratefully on the toilet. Phew, he thought. That sometimes happened. Needing to go meant needing to go. He usually made sure to visit the bathroom before long trips or lectures to minimise the problem in case it occurred. Ellie called it his 'Chinese bladder' and he called her 'politically incorrect'. Pete got up and flushed the toilet. He left the bathroom to find the hall light on and came almost face to face with Mrs Smith. 'Hello dear,' said Mrs Smith quite casually. 'I heard you running up here and popped up to see if you were OK.' Pete was stuck, naked, standing in front of his landlady. He could hardly turn around and speak to her, so he just tried to pretend he was dressed. 'I'm fine, Mrs Smith,' Pete said. 'I just went to the bathroom and .I didn't want to, you know, waste time.' Mrs Smith smiled in reply. 'That's OK, honey,' replied Mrs Smith. 'You've got the plastic sheet if there's a problem. Did you take your PJs off?' Pete was a little flustered. First the damned topic of the plastic sheet had come up again - really the topic of his bedwetting, and second he should be able to not wear pajamas, even here. He hadn't worn 'PJs' since he was a kid. 'I don't wear them,' said Pete. That reminded him he was naked. He hoped this wasn't going to become normal. For some reason thought made him giggle aloud. He tried to stifle it. Mrs Smith looked concerned. 'Sleeping naked isn't very healthy, Pete,' she said seriously. 'Or funny. I'll see what I can find you. The other spare room was Erica's. She was my last boarder. Nothing I have will fit you,' she continued, looking at Pete's slight frame. 'Erica's travelling and has left most of her clothes here. There might be something suitable that's not too girly,' she concluded with a light laugh. 'It's OK,' said Pete. 'I'll wear my underclothes.' 'You certainly will not,' said Mrs Smith. 'I hope those are going straight in the wash, after all your travelling and roaming around the city yesterday. Hop back in your bedroom and I'll be there in a minute.' Pete had no choice but to do as he was told. He went back to his room and looked at the bed. He could hardly get back in. He wished he'd brought a towel with him from the bathroom. He compromised by sitting on the bed with his jeans over his lap. He glanced at 'his' bear in the chest of drawers. 'Bummer,' he said to it. Mrs Smith arrived a moment later with a handful of clothing. 'I think these will do for now,' she said. 'You can wear these for a couple of nights until I go to the shops on Tuesday. I'll get you something then. You can come too if you like.' 'OK, thanks,' said Pete. 'I'll pay for them,' he added, wondering what Mrs Smith had found. 'Not necessary, honey,' said Mrs Smith. 'A moving in present. Now, leg in here.' Pete's sisters sometimes used to dress him, which he found very embarrassing. This was no better. 'I can do it,' he objected. 'Don't be silly,' said Mrs Smith. 'Leg in.' Pete put one leg into the light blue terry towelling garment. It looked like shorts, but seemed to have a lot of scrunched looking elastic bits. 'Now the other one,' said Mrs Smith. Pete complied, then put his arms up at Mrs Smith's command. 'There we are,' said Mrs Smith, tugging the top of the garment down around Pete. 'Turn around,' she added. Pete turned, looking down at himself. The top was light blue terry as well. It was quite loose with a kind of seam high up across the front, where it felt tighter. It only went down to his hips, and the shorts were mostly visible beneath it. The shorts were really loose too, but they had elastic at the legs as well as the waist. The arms were short as well, with more elastic. All the edges were kind of scalloped. There was coloured stitching on the loose part of the top above the seam. Pete hoped it didn't say anything, and he sank his chin into his chest trying to see. Mrs Smith laughed. 'It's just a pattern,' she said. 'It's called shirring. Well,' she added, 'Don't you look pretty!' Pretty wasn't how Pete ever wanted to look. Handsome would be more like it. He looked around and noticed there wasn't a decent sized mirror in the room. Still, he could see enough. He was wearing a kind of short towelling nightie, with puffy pants under it. He refused to even think the word panties. 'It's like a dress,' Pete said. 'Just a big t-shirt over shorts,' replied Mrs Smith matter of factly. Pete looked down again at his attire. He used to object to having to wear his sisters' cast-offs, including even their panties when his were all in the wash, and he objected to this, but he couldn't really say so to his new landlady, however weird this was. She was just trying to help. 'All set, then,' said Mrs Smith brightly, as if dressing a naked boarder in a nightie that would suit a ten year old girl was nothing out of the ordinary. 'Back to bed.' Slightly stunned, Pete nodded and climbed back into bed as Mrs Smith stood smiling at him. She pulled the bedclothes up to Pete's neck then bent towards him. 'Sleep tight, sweetie,' she said, and kissed him on his reddening cheek. 'Goodnight, Mrs Smith,' Pete replied, inhaling the sweet perfume Mrs Smith's kiss had left swirling around his head. Mrs Smith smiled again, then asked with her hand on the small bedside lamp, 'Do you need this light left on?' 'No, it's OK,' said Pete. Mrs Smith headed to the door, then turned. 'Night then,' she said. 'And don't worry about the mattress. Remember you've got the plastic sheet,' Pete rolled his eyes in the dark. That subject had to go away. He waited for Mrs Smith to leave. 'Oh,' came Mrs Smith's voice. 'He can't spend all night up there.' Mrs Smith came back to the bed, and tucked the blue teddy under the bedclothes next to Pete's head. 'Does he have a name?' asked Mrs Smith. Pete felt he was glowing with embarrassment. This was as bad as the bedwetting business. 'Er, just buddy,' he said, and immediately felt ridiculous. 'Buddy,' said Mrs Smith with her light laugh. 'Well, sleep well, you two.' Pete was glad to hear her leave. He was going to get up and get rid of the stuffed toy, but in his annoyance and embarrassment, at least it was a comfort of sorts. He gave the bear a quick squeeze. 'Goodnight, buddy,' he said quietly, not wanting even the furniture to hear. He spent a few minutes getting the unfamiliar loose garment comfortable around his body. He wondered what Erica was like. It felt funny wearing her clothes, whatever she was like. Despite his odd feelings, he did feel very well looked after, kind of embraced by Mrs Smith. Odd she might be, thought Pete, but he was warming towards her obvious concern for his welfare. Soon, he drifted off to sleep. To ge continued. ' '
  2. Thanks for the lovely comments, guys. They're appreciated. It's late here but I'll try to write some more tomorrow. Sal
  3. The Boarder's Tale Chapter 2 After Mrs Smith left, Pete put his two modest bags in the bed and unpacked. He tended to travel light, and other than a couple of changes of clothes, he didn't carry much. He put his laptop on the small table beside the bed and placed his spare clothing neatly in the empty chest of drawers. Having unpacked in a few minutes, he lay back on the bed to take stock of things. It all seemed good, except for the embarrassing business of his bedwetting. Pete mentally kicked himself again over that. He hoped it would never be mentioned again. Then he thought of the slightly weird things Mrs Smith had said, like him playing in his room. Oh well, he thought. Maybe it wasn't weird and he was just on edge about the bedwetting. His thoughts were interrupted by a tap at the door, followed by the door opens and Mrs Smith taking a step into the room, carrying some towels. 'I thought you might like to have a shower before dinner,' she said. 'Thanks, I'll do that,' replied Pete, and Mrs Smith left, closing the door. She might have knocked and waited until I answered, thought Pete. Then again, he thought, maybe she's just easygoing and doesn't believe in much personal privacy. He got up and made his way to the bathroom. It was a big bathroom, bright and well appointed. The shower was glass walled and quite deep, so there was no shower curtain. Pete stripped off and put his clothes on the long, low padded bench at the side of the bathroom. It looked like a bench for doing exercises on. I might try it later, thought Pete. He tried to keep himself fit, not always easy when travelling. The shower was hot and at a good pressure, unusual for this country, Pete had found. He'd been luxuriating under it, soaping and rinsing, and was washing his hair when he heard Mrs Smith in the room. 'My God,' he thought. He had his eyes closed against the shampoo, and all he could do was turn away from Mrs Smith's voice. Mrs Smith laughed. 'Don't be modest,' she said. 'I was a paediatric nurse for 20 years and I've seen plenty of naked young boys. 'I'm just putting some fresh towels in here.' 'Er, thanks Mrs Smith,' said Pete. Maybe she was a hippy years ago too, thought Pete, or a nudist. 'And I've put your plastic sheet on the bed, so you don't have to feel anxious about the mattress. Washing a sheet or two is no drama,' she said. 'I see you chose the blue teddy,' she added, with a laugh, then left the room, as far as Pete could hear through the suds. He rinsed his hair off and opened his eyes. He was alone. Again he wondered if Mrs Smith was a bit odd, or whether he was being overly sensitive. After all, the women he'd grown up with certainly afforded him no privacy, although they expected plenty, he thought with slight resentment as he remembered his sisters and mother, even in his teenage years, quite happily coming into the bathroom while he was naked. And 'my plastic sheet', he thought, and 'washing the sheets is no drama'. Did she actually expect him to wet the bed, he wondered. He wished the embarrassing subject had never come up. As for the blue teddy, he'd put the others back in the shelf, and left the blue teddy on the bed just because it looked appealing in a funny way. No big deal, he thought, and wondered why Mrs Smith had mentioned it. Clean, dried and refreshed, Pete returned to his room, dressed and joined Mrs Smith for a delicious roast dinner. Whatever else she was, she was a good cook, thought Pete. The only hiccup was when he dropped a bit of the hot trifle they had for dessert on his shirt. Mrs Smith had made a bit of a fuss about wiping it off, and replaced the fork he'd been using with a spoon, which Pete thought was unnecessary. The fire was burning in the comfortable living room, and Pete was looking forward to sitting comfortably there for a while, when Mrs Smith announced that she thought he should have 'a nice early night' after his long day settling into new accommodation. Effectively being told to go to bed, Pete obeyed, going up to his room. To be continued.
  4. Kate and Bobbi. Chapter 3 Sue arrived home after her lacrosse practice. She leant her stick and sports bag in the corner of the hallway. 'Hi mum!' she called, and went straight to the kitchen, where she found Bob making himself a milk drink. Bob's diaper, bulging under his track pants, was more than obvious. 'Have you got a diaper on?' Sue asked him. 'Yep,' Bob answered, trying to finish making his drinks quickly as he could and leave the kitchen. 'Are you sick or something?' Sue continued. 'No,' said Bob in a strangled sort of voice, and grasping his drink walked quickly from the kitchen. Sue watched his puffy bottom as he waddled out. His hair was down, and his plump rear gave the impression of girlish hips. Sue stood for a moment, blinking after the strange sight. She spread and bent her knees slightly, and pulled at the tight spandex at her crotch beneath her vestigial pleated skirt. It always rode up when she was driving. Sue got herself a glass of water and wandered off to find Kate, passing Bob on the way. He was already engrossed in the cartoon he was watching. Sue found Kate in her study, working at her computer. 'What's going on with Bob, mum? He's in a diaper,' she said. Kate turned to look at her daughter. 'He had a tough time at work today, Sue,' she said. 'I won't go into it, but I want you to be gentle with him until he's settled a bit. OK, honey?' 'Sure mum, but why the diaper?' Sue asked, taking a sip of her water. 'Did he ask for it? Did he wet himself at work or something?' 'Sue, I said I won't go into it,' Kate said. 'He'll be wearing a diaper in the house for a little while, and I want you to be considerate of him. I don't think he'll be going to work tomorrow, by the way, and I'd like you to be here with him. It's your day off from college tomorrow, isn't it? At least for the morning, until I get home.' Sue put her glass down on Kate's cluttered desk, 'You mean babysit him? Babysit my 25 year old stepdad?' Sue asked with surprise. 'No,' said Kate. 'Not babysit. Just be around so that he's not alone here. You can still get on with your stuff.' 'Mum, Jen and I are going to a film with Pete and Dave tomorrow. What do I tell them? That I have to babysit?' 'Sue, please stop using that word. Bob's been under a lot of pressure. I've talked to Julie about it, and to Mary Jenkins from his work, and we think it's best if he's not alone. You can tell your friends Bob isn't well,' Kate said. 'Well, he's not well if he's in a diaper, mum. Come on,' said Sue. 'Darling, you know he has some wetting problems. At night, and now during the day. It's a big thing for him. I'm just asking you to help him. OK?' Kate said. Sue drained her glass. 'I'll do it, but I'm not changing him,' she said. 'I don't think you'll have to, honey,' said Kate. 'I'll be gone at 8 and back at 1.'then you can go and do what you like.' 'I said I'd do it, mum. So he's really back in diapers,' Sue said. 'Yes, he is, for the time being,' said Kate. 'And thanks, honeybunch. Really. Now, how was lacrosse? Have you got that cross shot sorted?' 'Mum, they haven't got a chance,' said Sue. 'Good girl,' said Kate. 'I won a final with that shot.' Sue grinned. 'The older we get the better we were,' she said, 'but I'd get past you, even in your heyday.' Kate laughed. 'I'm not sure you would, honey,' she said. Then there was a call from the living room. 'Kate!' 'Sounds like your baby needs you, mummy,' said Sue. 'Sue,' said Kate. 'I asked you to be considerate!' 'Whatever you say, mum,' said Sue and sauntered off to the bathroom. Kate found Bob standing awkwardly in front of the sofa. 'What is it, honey,' Kate asked him. 'I think, I mean I…' Bob looked as though he were going to cry. He put one small hand to his padded crotch and ineffectually tried to grasp the front of the thick diaper through the track pants. 'Do you need a change?' asked Kate. 'I think so,' said Bob unhappily. 'Couldn't you hold on to get to the bathroom?' Kate asked, patting his crotch then putting her hand under his bottom, where she could feel the warm heaviness of the soaked diaper. 'I didn't know I had to go until… Until…' he said quietly. 'It's OK, darling. That's why you wearing something. Come on, I'll fix you up,' Kate said. Bob held his hand out. Kate took it and led him past the closed door of the bathroom where Sue was and went to the main bedroom. She helped him pull his track pants over the bulky diaper and sat him on the bed. 'Now lie back, sweetie. It's just the reverse of what we did before, OK? That's it. I'll just pull these off, there we are, and now I'll undo these tapes. That's it.' Kate pulled back the front of the diaper. It was completely soaked, and she let the heavy panel of gel flop onto the bed between Bob's legs. 'Now,' she said. 'Bottom up! That's it.' Kate pulled the diaper from under Bob's buttocks and folding it on itself, put it to one side. 'Stay there honey. You can put your bottom back down. I'm just getting another diaper,' she said, going to the big plastic pack by the dresser, where she picked up a big squeeze container of baby powder. 'OK, now, legs apart please,' said Kate as she liberally dusted Bob's genitals and crotch before patting it around. 'Do I have to have that?' complained Bob. The babyish smell filled his nostrils, and he began to get that weird time travelling feeling again. 'Yes, honey, unless you want to get a rash,' Kate said, smiling at her husband. He really did look cute, she thought. His pubic hair was very sparse, like all his body hair. You really couldn't see it unless you looked. Kate had long ago accepted his small size. Not having a real baby made her sad sometimes, but she had had Sue, albeit when she was still very young herself, and she had other ways of satisfying herself. It was a pity, but she was finding, oddly, a strange sort of joy in looking after Bob like this. Bobby, she thought. My little blonde Bobbi. Bob interrupted her thoughts. 'Mummy,' he said suddenly. Kate wasn't sure whether she'd imagined that or heard it. She snapped out of her reverie and looked down at Bob. A little rivulet of drool,was making its way from the corner of his mouth across his cheek. 'What is it, honey?' she asked. 'Where's Teddy?' Bob asked, looking up at her with a faraway sort of look in his eyes. Kate wiped the drool from his face with a corner of the new diaper she was holding. 'Who, honey?' she asked him. 'Teddy,' Bob said uncertainly. His eyes seemed to focus again. 'Who is Teddy?' Kate asked, mystified. 'I used to have a teddy,' Bob said vaguely. 'I used to have him… In the garage.' Kate laughed. 'Oh, that Teddy!' she said. 'I know the one. I think you're a bit old for Teddy, aren't you?' 'Yeah,' said Bob after a moment. 'The girls gave me one. He's at work. You could ask Mary… Kate, I have to talk to Mary. I only need pull-ups. I have to go to work.' 'Shh, honey. I've talked to Mary. You don't have to go to work for a little while. It's OK. You can stay at home for a few days. Sue and I will look after you.' Bob looked concerned. 'Kate, don't tell Sue I'm I've got these on. Don't tell her!' he said. 'Bob,' said Kate. Sue knows you're having some problems. She cares about you, really she does, and she will be here when I'm not. I'm going to be working tomorrow morning, and Sue will be here. She wants to be here. And I'll find Teddy if you like. Would you like that?' 'It doesn't matter,' said Bob. 'I won't have an accident, so I'll just need pull-ups.' 'Honey, you'll need these just for a little while, OK. And Sue understands all about it. Stop worrying, darling,' Kate said, patting Bob on the side of his bottom. Bob automatically raised himself off the bed so Kate could slide the diaper under him. Kate tugged and fastened the tapes, then stood Bob up to pull his plastic pants on. Sue appeared in the doorway, a fluffy pink towel wrapped around her breasts and extending to her hips. I 'Oh, sorry,' she said,mand began to back out again. Kate thought this was a good time to introduce her to Bob as his career for the next morning. 'No, it's OK Sue,' Kate said. 'Come in. I'm just changing Bob. In fact, can you help get his track pants on please? Here they are.' Kate handed the pants to Sue, who gave her an odd look, then turned to Bob. 'Well come on, mister,' Sue said, holding the pants open and low. 'First leg in!' Kate smiled. She was a natural at this. Bob put one hand on Sue's shoulder and stepped into the open pants, then put the other leg in. At this point, Sue's lightly knotted towel came undone, and fell to her waist where she held it with Bob's body as she tugged his pants up. 'Whoops!' said Sue. Bob's face was inches from Sue's hanging breasts, but he gave no indication of anything unusual. Sue finished her task and hastily pulled the towel back up. 'Sorry!' said Sue, blushing. 'Will you be here tomorrow, Sue?' asked Bob, apparently oblivious to what had just happened. 'Yes, hon, I will,' she said. Kate felt reassured that Sue would be an ideal babysitter for Bob. Re: Kate and Bobbi Chapters 1-3Kate and Bobbi Chapter 4The next morning, Kate changed Bob before she left for her work. Bob was soaked, as Kate had expected. He was wetting heavily every night now, and this morning, after Kate had explained to him that he would still have to be diapered for the day, Bob was quite happy for her to tape him into his diaper. Kate put him in a double diaper, with a soaker and some anti-rash ointment, just to be sure that Sue didn't have to change him until Kate returned at lunch time.'These are big,' Bob remarked as he waddled out of the bedroom after his change.'Yes, honey, they are a little bit thicker so that you'll be comfortable all morning. I'll change you when I get home, so that Sue doesn't have to,' she said. Kate thought for a moment.'Would you mind if Sue changed you, honey?' she asked Bob.Bob put his thumb in his mouth, and looked back at Kate. 'I don't know,' he said uncertainly. 'She might see my wee wee.'Kate wondered where he had got that term. She laughed at the sight of her husband, standing with his legs splayed to accommodate the bulk of his diaper. She hadn't put his pants on yet, and with his tee shirt, plastic pants and his little thumb in his mouth, he looked exactly like a toddler, if slightly larger.'Oh, don't worry, sweetie. Sue has babysat for years, and I'm sure she's seen plenty of little boys' wee wees. If she does have to change you, I want you to be good for her, OK? No fuss. And if you mess your diaper, she'll change you straight away. OK honey?' Kate said.'I'm not a little boy!' Bob protested. 'And I won't mess. That was just an accident!''I know it was honey. I'm sure you'll be OK. Let's get your pants on, and I'll go to work,' Kate said, picking up the track pants and holding them out for Bob. Kate could feel the fuzzy feeling in her tummy beginning to make itself felt. She couldn't resist indulging herself a little.'I've got an idea, sweetie. Why don't you get out your Legos and make some more of those carrots. You were very clever to make them before, remember? Why not make a big one for Sue as a special present?' she said. Treating Bob like a four year old did wonderful things for Kate. It was a good substitute for morning sex, she thought. She tried to remember the last time she'd had sex in the morning, and decided that Bob actually owed her the pleasure she got from babying him. She smiled again.'I know,' she said with a sparkle in her eyes, 'Why don't you ask Sue to get Teddy from the garage for you after I've gone? I'm sure she'd get him for you. He's in the basket on top of the old wardrobe in there. Will you do that, honey?''She'll think I'm a baby, Kate,' Bob said, but Kate thought she could see the excitement in Bob's eyes. 'No she won't, honey. She'll just think you're being kind to Teddy. It must be very lonely out there for him. Wouldn't it be a nice thing to bring him inside so he's warm and happy?' Kate said, wondering if Bob would simply tell her not to be silly.Bob thought for a moment, then grinned at her.'OK,' he said enthusiastically. 'That's a good idea!''It is,' agreed Kate. 'Don't forget, honey, will you.''No, I won't forget,' said Bob as Kate leaned down to kiss him goodbye. 'Have a good morning,' she said, 'And enjoy playing with your Legos,' she added, but Bob had already waddled off towards the study where the Legos were.Satisfied, at least that Bob was set for the morning, Kate went to the front door via Sue's bedroom. Kate had heard the bathroom door open, and knew that Sue had finished her shower. Fragrant steam from the bathroom hung in the passageway to Sue's bedroom, and Kate found Sue selecting a pair of panties for the day. 'Hi mum,' said Sue, facing her mother in all her naked glory.Sue pulled up the pair of pink bikini briefs and settled them to her satisfaction over her bushy pubic mound. Neither mother nor daughter fancied shaved pubic hair, and other than a bikini line trim, both sported a luxuriant thatch between their legs. Sue put on her bra while her mother was talking, leaning forward to drop her breasts into the cups then inserting her fingers into the bra to adjust her breasts comfortably within the garment. 'Sue,' Kate said, 'I really want to thank you for looking after Bob today. I know things are changing, but I know that you understand why. Julie said she had a long chat to you, so I think we both realise what Bob is going through, and how we can help him.'Sue found a pair of pants she liked, and was shimmying them over her hips. 'It's pretty weird, though, isn't it, mum,' she said. 'I mean, regressing like that. It's like Benjamin Button. Except there are hormonal changes too, Julie said. Or endocrine imbalance or something. Have you noticed that his voice is changing too? It cracked the other day while he was talking, and it stayed up. He sounded like a little girl. He had to clear his throat about five times to get it back down again. It was funny. I'm not surprised he's not a big hairy man. His balls are tiny, mum.''Sue he can't help what he is, or what's happening. He gets quite distressed when he thinks about it. That's why it's good for us to protect him, to sort of help him stay within the shield he's building around the problem,' Kate said.'You mean turn him into a baby? Mum, he's doing that all by himself.,' Sue said. 'At least he doesn't argue with me any more. He's quite nice to be with now, if a little young. I feel like his big sister.''Sue, you don't have to be his big sister,' Kate said. 'Just keep him comfortable and happy. But be a but firm in setting guidelines for him. He's starting to need that a bit. I think that was some of the trouble at work. He was starting to lose the idea of what was important or not. That's why he was forgetting things.''Is he going back to work?' Sue asked. She had her jeans on unzipped, and had put on the light makeup she wore. She began tugging at the zipper of her jeans, and slid the zipper closed, then gently patted the front of her skin tight pants.'You wait until you're pregnant, Susie,' Kate said with a smile at her daughters svelte figure.'I'll ask Pete about it,' Sue replied with a grin. 'So, is he going back?''Well,' said Kate, 'he can hardly go to work in diapers, and after what happened, Mary said they were viewing his condition as a workplace hygiene matter. He's actually been finished up, honey. I haven't the heart to tell him just yet. He really liked Mary, and he got on so well with all the girls.''He's practically one of them, mum. I had no idea how feminine he looked in that red trouser suit. Even wet, he looked totally like a girl especially with his hair down. He looked really pretty actually. In fact, I don't mind him as a girl. Do you, mum?' Sue said. 'Don't be silly, honey. Now, I expect you to look after him like any babysitter would. That reminds me, I have to take his trouser suit to the dry cleaners'. Mary is coming around later this week to pick it up. Well tell Bob then, I think.' said Kate. ' I know you two will be OK. I'll see you later, Susie.''OK, mum,' said Sue. 'Where's our little boy?''In the study. And don't call him that. He's still Bob Woods, remember?''Yes,' said Sue. 'In a diaper.'Kate rolled her eyes at Sue and left, calling out a last goodbye to Bob as she walked out the door.'Bye mummy!' came Bob's light voice, or at least that's what Kate thought she heard. Kate had a skirt on, and drove most of the way to her appointment with one hand in her crotch, her thin fingers delicately massaging her clitoris through her pantyhose.Sue went to the study, to find Bob sitting on the floor surrounded by Lego blocks. He had his thumb in his mouth as he sorted the blocks into different colours.'Watcha making?' asked Sue from the doorway. 'Nothing, just sorting,' replied Bob without looking up, then put his thumb back in his mouth.Bob leaned forward to gather some wayward pieces. He wet a little as he did so, but didn't notice. To be continued. Kate And Bobbi Chapter 5Sue went back to the living room, and then decided to do a little work on her laptop on the desk in the study. She stepped around Bob on the floor.'I'm going to do a little work here for a while, Bobby, then I'll make some lunch, OK?' she said.'OK,' said Bob. 'And please don't call me Bobby. I'm not a baby.'Kate couldn't help laughing as she looked down at Bob. He was sitting, legs splayed and barefooted, on the Persian carpet, surrounded by Legos. His thick diaper was obvious under his trackpants, and the white padding protruded above the stretch waist by a few inches where his tee shirt had ridden up. He looked exactly like a large baby.'I promise I'll stop calling you Bobby,' Sue said.'Good,' replied Bob.'When you're out of diapers,' said Sue sarcastically. Bob looked up at his stepdaughter. His face was a picture, and Sue could see his bottom lip starting to tremble. 'It's just for accidents!' protested Bob. 'I don't really need them!'He began to cry.Sue remembered her mother's words. So what, she thought. I'll make it up to the little baby. He won't tell.'Sweetie,' she said. 'Don't cry. Susie has a little surprise for you if you're good.'It was a tactic that worked well with her other babysitting charges. Bob stifled his crying.'What?' he squeaked with interest in his high-pitched, girlish voice.'Wait and see,' said Sue. She'd think of something, she told herself. Bob looked at her for a moment longer, then settled back to his 'sorting'. Sue got up and went to her gym bag near the door to get her purse. She wanted to pay a few bills, and needed the numbers. It wasn't there.Damn, she thought. She had left the purse in her locker at the gym. It was safe there, but she would have to go and get it, a half hour return trip. With Bob, she realised.Bob looked up as Sue re-entered the study. She looked so grown up in her tight jeans and blouse. He suddenly felt juvenile by comparison in his usual trackpants and tee shirt. ''We have to back to my gym for something,' Sue said. 'Do you need a change?''No,' said Bob. He felt adult enough to at least be able to wait for Kate to come back and change him. He realised that he was quite wet, but he was not going to tell Sue that.'Are you sure, honey?' aske Sue.She bent down and pushing aside Bob's feeble attempts to prevent her, she put her fingers to the thick diaper at Bob's crotch and lightly squeezed the mass of gel. Sue knew the feel of a wet diaper well enough from her babysitting. 'You're soaked!' she told Bob. 'You must know that!'Bob looked at the floor and mumbled something about waiting for Kate.'Bob, that's ridiculous,' Sue said. 'You're wet and you need changing. And you lied to me. Now, do you want me to change you right here on the floor, or do you want to do it in the bedroom?'Sue had witnessed Bob's displeasure at being changed on the floor, 'Like a baby' he protested when Kate had done it in the living room in front of Sue. 'Bedroom,' said Bob softly.'Ok, kid, let's go,' said Sue, reaching her hand down to Bob.Unhappily, Bob let Sue help him up and allowed her to take him to the bedroom. She pulled his trackpants down and sat him on the end of the bed, then tugged the pants from Bob's feet.'If it's only to the gym and back, I don't need a diaper,' Bob said. His voice was still high and light, and this time he made no attmept to make it break back to his normal voice. 'I'm not taking the risk with my leather seats,' said Sue firmly. 'I won't wet,' Bob objected.'Honey, you might. Why do you think you're back in diapers?' she asked him, taking a fresh terry diaper from the pile on the chest fo drawers.'Just a pullup,' Bob said. 'Those are too thick. I look funny.'Sue thought for a moment. She could turn this to her advantage, she decided.'OK, Bobby, a pull-up. But only because Susie is giving you a special treat. Kate said to keep you in terry diapers. Do you want the treat?'Bob thought better than to complain about being called Bobby if she was letting him wear a pullup. 'OK,' he said. 'The treat, please.''What a polite little boy,' Sue said.Bob winced. 'Thank you, Sue,' he said, and lay back on the bed.Sue pulled off Bob's plastic pants and untaped his diaper. It was definitely soaked. Both diapers and the soaker were saturated and heavy. Sue put them in the diaper pail Kate had bought, and wiped Bob down with a baby wipe. She picked up his tiny penis between her fingers, and gently wiped around it and the little scrotum behind it. She wondered if Bob had vever seen adult male genitals. He's been a single child, the last of three siblings, all girls except him, and all at least ten years older.'Did your sisters change you when you were little?' Sue asked him. Bob always found being changed relaxing. There was no reason not to answer Sue honestly. Bob thought back to his childhood. His mother worked hard at two jobs, and his sisters did most of the caring for him.'Yes,' said Bob. 'So Susie's like your big sister, isn't she, Bobby?' she asked. Like her mother, Sue found a perverse, illicit feeling of pleasure in babying Bob.'You're not my sister, Sue,' said Bob.'Yes, but I'm like a sister, aren't I?' Sue replied. 'I'm bigger than you, I'm stronger, I'm grown up and I don't wear diapers, do I, Bobby?''No, but…' began Bob.'I think I'm like a big sister for you, Bobby,' said Sue. 'Wouldn't you like it if you had a big sister again to help you and look after you?' Sue said.'I can do things, I don't need looking after,' said Bob.He began to feel that he was in a debate, and losing. 'Yes, honey, you can do some things,' said Sue. 'But you do need lot's of help, don't you? You can't put your diaper on by yourself, can you, Bobby?'Sue's constantly referring to him as Bobby was annoying, but Bob had to keep to the core of the debate.'I can do pullups,' said Bob, pleased that he had scored a point.'Sweetie, any toddler can put pullups on. That doesn't mean you can look after yourself. You can't tie up your shoelaces, or put the rubber band on your hair, or use the remote, can you Bobby?' said Sue, and Bob felt his point being negated. Everything Sue said was true.At times, Bob felt more or less grown up, just still needing the diapers he wore. Then he would have trouble with something simple, like the shoelaces. He could remember doing them up 'before' but now was different. it was like the first time he had become confused driving his car, with Kate in the passenger seat. As far as he could remember, that was before he had to have a diaper. They were at an intersection, and suddenly everything seemed so complicated. All the lights, and all the other cars. Bob couldn't work out what to do, so he just sat, with his foot on the brake. Then he wet his pants, and started crying.Kate had to lean over and switch the car off. She got out and came around to the driver's side, swapping places with Bob. He could remember all the other drivers honking their horns. Some of them shouted at Kate as she finally got moving again. That was the last time Bob drove. Kate sold his car soon after that. Bob couldn't even remember how long ago it was. A year? A few months?Bob realised that Sue had finished changing him. He returned to the present when Sue patted his rump to get him to lift his bottom. He could smell the baby powder as he let Sue tug his pullups snug around his waist.'Did you drift off, sweetie?' Sue was saying, looking closely at him. To be continued. Kate And Bobbi Chapter 6Bob simply smiled happily at Sue and giggled. She was funny, he thought, and she smelled lovely as she bent forwards to kiss his forehead. Bob giggled again, and suddenly thought of the Legos, waiting for him in the study. He wanted to go back there and make more things with them, not lie on the bed, no matter how nice Sue was. 'Legos!' he said.Part of Bob's mind had wanted to ask Sue if he could go back to the study and continue building things with the plastic blocks, but another, dominant part of his brain had other ideas. It was much simpler to just say 'Legos'. He knew Sue would understand, and it was obvious she did, as she stood Bob up and led him back to the study. As he waddled along the familiar hallway to the study, Bob thought how many times he had walked through this part of the house, going to work or with Kate, dressed in normal adult clothes, with normal adult underpants on underneath. Now Sue was still dressed in adult clothes, because she was an adult, after all, but Bob… He became very conscious, suddenly, of his thick diaper, his plastic pants and the baggy cotton shorts that the diaper so obviously filled. Bob looked down. His shorts had no fly, just a seam in front, and no belt or buttons, only an elastic waistband with the fabric gathered along it. Other than that, he wore only a tee shirt. He was barefoot. There was no difference between what Bob was wearing and what a toddler might wear. Except that a toddler might have shoes or sandals on. Bob knew that he'd been dressing this way for a while. It wasn't his decision, it was Kate's. She loved him and she knew best, Bob thought, so he didn't mind how he was dressed, but when he looked at Sue, in her jeans with a zip fly, belt and buttons, and her grown up shirt with buttons that she did up, and that bra thing underneath, Bob realised how childish, even infantile, his clothing was. He knew why. It was because he had to wear a diaper now. That was just a fact of life. He wet his bed, and he wet his pants. Increasingly, he didn't even know he was wet until he moved, and felt the soggy, warm mass between his legs. He would sometimes become aware of wetting as the pee was filling his diaper, and he wouldn't give it a thought. It was what he did now, and because he wore a diaper, it didn't matter. When it happened, he had waddled off to tell Kate, but lately he hadn't bothered. She checked on him regularly, and would change him if he was wet. Now Sue was checking him too, and changing him. She really was like a big sister. Sister Sue, Bob told himself, pleased with he alliteration. Sister Sue, Sister Sue, Sister Sue, he said to himself. Sister Sue how do you do? Bob giggled at his cleverness as they arrived in the study. Sue laughed her silvery laugh, and kissed Bob on the top of his head. 'I'm very well, thank you,' she said, still laughing. 'You are a funny little boy, Bobby.'Bob blushed for a moment. He hadn't realised he spoke out loud. It was hard to tell sometimes, and thinking things was often the same as saying them.'And I think you're the best little brother in the world, sugarplum,' Sue said as she watched Bob sit back on the floor and resume his work with the Legos. Bob was grinning to himself as Sue left the room. Perhaps she really was his big sister, or just like one. He remembered how his oldest sister used to put him in a diaper at night. She was about Sue's age when she moved out of home, leaving Bob desolated. She had been more than a sister to him, and virtually his mother. Now, someone very like her was back again. OK, Bob told himself, the price was him being in a diaper, but that wasn't so bad. At least he didn't have to stress about staying dry any more. Bob couldn't remember all the exact situations, but he certainly remembered the feelings of panic and the worry when he wet just a little bit. Now, he wet little bits all the time, and it didn't matter, thanks to his thick diaper. Nobody minded, either. In fact, as Sue had just said, he was the best little brother in the world. Bob was happy with that, and couldn't stop grinning at the thought. He was looking for more red, square blocks. They were always in demand, and could hide under things, including legs. Bob spread his legs a little, and felt under his crotch for any little pieces of Lego.He looked at his crotch for a moment. It was perfectly smooth, just a rounded swell of diaper beneath the taut cotton, with the fabric curving down into the shadows beneath his crotch. Bob stroked the broad bulge. It looked nice, he thought. The same as the other girls at work, except the skinny ones, he remembered. He liked looking like them. He looked like Kate and Sue too, he thought. That was good, because they were a family. It certainly looked better than how he used to look in his bathers. They were like a pair of Kate's panties, and his wee wee made a funny little bump in the middle of them. Sometimes, it used to go stiff, and it looked like someone was poking a finger out from his tummy. Bob grimaced.'Ugh,' he said. 'Ugh what, darling?'Bob looked up to see Kate standing in the doorway.'Nothing,'he said.He smiled at her. He was glad she was back. 'That looks very interesting,' Kate said, squatting next to him and pointing at the complicated construction Bob had built. 'What is it?''It's a ship,' said Bob proudly. 'It's a very good one,' said Kate. 'Sue said you were very well-behaved this morning. That's good.'Kate leaned over and kissed Bob's shining hair. 'She's nice,' said Bob. 'She's my big sister. Sister Sue how do you do?' he added with a giggle.'Is she really?' Kate said with surprise. 'She changed me,' Bob said.'I know, honey,' replied Kate. 'Are you wet now?'Bob didn't answer. He thought he was a bit wet, but he knew Kate would check anyway.Kate put her hand to Bob's groin and stood up. She offered Bob her hand. 'I'd say you're due for another change, sweetie. Come on. I'll get lunch in a minute,' she said. Kate helped Bob to his feet. Even in his tight shorts, she could see from the back the extra bulge if his sodden diaper.For safety, Kate laid out a towel on the bed before settling Bob onto it. When she undid his diaper, she saw the reason it had felt so wet. Sue hadn't put him in a soaker as well. He really needed a double diaper or at least a soaker now, Kate thought. She would have to tell Sue, the 'big sister'. Kate wondered what had brought that on, whether Bob was really starting to think that or whether he was joking. Although, as Bob seemed to get younger psychologically, he didn't tell jokes as he used to. He was more inclined to be literal, in expression as well as understanding. Still, it was no bad thing if he did see Sue as his big sister. It would make things easier. To be continued. Sorry about the tiny font! At least I got rid of the blue shading. '
  5. This is an old story, quite long but unfinished (what a surprise!). I'll repost it here, and finish it this weekend. I don't know how to get rid of the light blue background behind the font. I can't find a button for it. Any clues appreciated. Kate And Bobbi Chapter 1It was an unusual marriage, some said. Kate was a statuesque 30 year old personal trainer with a daughter who looked likely to become a clone of her tall mother, and Bob was a short, slim, shy man with soft, clear skin, a boyish face and lustrous blonde hair which his mother always told him was wasted on a boy. He was still regularly carded, at 23, when he dared to venture into a club or bar. Bob had never really settled down, and had drifted from one job to another. These days he was not without means from his inheritance, but money didn't seem to be his attraction for Kate. They appeared to be devoted to one another.Things went well for a couple of years, although Bob and Kate's daughter Sue never quite saw eye to eye. Literally, in fact. Bob was barely 5 feet 2, and Sue at 12 when her mother married Bob was already nearly 5 feet 10 inches tall and precociously well-developed. Sue regarded her adored mother's marriage as a mistake.Bob had been working in a large supermarket for a couple of years – a record for him – when the trouble started. Whether it was Kate's height, her air of competence and authority or some need or lack of inner strength in Bob, he had over the two years of marriage, begun to defer to Kate. She made the major decisions, sometimes discussing them with Sue, but Bob was often left out of the loop. He didn't say much about it and just got on with his life. Bob's few friends, and certainly Kate's friends who were mostly women, noticed the change."Does he mind being bossed around? Even Sue does it," observed Sally, one the instructors at the gym where Kate worked."He's happy for us to make decisions," said Kate. "That's the way our marriage works."Bob's subservient position in his small household began to show itself in his job. Increasingly, he was allocated less responsible tasks, and even then someone usually checked his work. Recently, he had been more or less demoted to the role of errand boy. He trotted around the store, doing everyone's bidding. He had his breaks with the checkout girls and had become used to sitting in the lunchroom with them as they chatted. For their part, the girls considered Bob one of themselves. They even joked about how well he fitted in, and in fact, sitting around the big table in the lunchroom, it was hard to tell at a glance that Bob, with his long hair, as Kate liked it, and in the ponytail she pulled it into every morning, wasn't indeed a rather pretty young woman. He was the only male in the store who wore over his clothing one of the red tops all the women wore. He was often listed as Bobbi in store communications. Bob had objected in his mild way once or twice, so he gave up protesting and even answered uncomplainingly to Bobbi, the girls' nickname for him.Bob wasn't unaware of his position in the store's hierarchy, and began to worry about why he wasn't able to make headway against all the stronger personalities around him. He longed for simpler times – in a general way, without knowing what those simpler times might entail. He realized that he didn't really enjoy life, rather, he just lived it.There were some high spots for him. He enjoyed sorting things – physically putting things in different piles and whatever order was required. But those tasks never lasted, and it was back to running errands. He actually preferred working for the women in his workplace. He had to look up at them when they spoke to him, but they seemed gentler on him and less intimidating than some of the big jocks who shoved him around. Bob was now 25, and his life didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular. His favourite at work was Mary Jenkins, who often smiled at him and always had a kind word. "That wife of yours needs a baby to look after," Mrs Jenkins had said after she had watched Bob as a took a call at work from Kate. 'Yes Kate… no… yes… okay… yes… I love you too… bye," comprised Bob's side of the conversation. "She can't spend her time looking after you, no matter how sweet you are," Mrs Jenkins told Bob. "Why don't you try for one?"Bob couldn't tell Mary that Kate's opinion of Bob's capacity for procreation was very low, and that their sex life consisted basically of Bob giving his wife oral sex, and sucking on her glorious breasts. Kate often told Bob that one daughter was enough, and that she was glad Bob didn't want a child of his own, not that Bob had ever said anything about that.That night, Bob had dreamed of having a baby in the house. It was a confusing dream, with Bob not quite sure of his viewpoint during it. He had forgotten the details of the dream when he woke up, or more correctly was woken up by his angry wife. He had wet the bed.Sue, already up and back from her morning run, heard the commotion and watched as Bob shame-facedly carried the bundle of wet bedclothes into the laundry. She gave her stepfather a withering look as only 15 year old girls can. It happened again two nights later, with no dreams about babies, and Bob was terrified that his old problem had returned. Bob had been held back for a year from starting school because he was still in diapers. Even when he did eventually start at infant school, he had regular accidents there, earning himself the unloved nickname Baby Bobby. He was still wetting at night until he was Sue's age, with his mother pinning him into a bulky terry diaper, for economy, with plastic plants over them. Sleepovers with friends were definitely out for Bob. There was no recurrence of wetting the marital bed until a few months after Sue had turned 16 and Kate had supplemented her daughter's savings and helped her buy a car. Bob's job was on a bus route, and Kate had decided that they didn't need his car, and in truth, they found Kate's SUV quite adequate. Kate was out and Bob had once again had to ask Sue for a ride to the hardware shop for some woodwork he was attempting in his shed. Sue was about to go to her regular gym workout, and stood unsmiling in her spandex bodysuit as Bob made his appeal. She turned him down with a few short words as she often did, and on this occasion Bob felt particularly hard done by. He complained to Kate, who supported her daughter, saying that Sue was a busy person and didn't have time to drive around at Bob's pleasure. Bob had had a difficult day at work, managing to mix up the messages he was running for some of the checkout girls, and they had been quite angry with him.Now both Kate and Sue were dismissing his legitimate needs. He went to bed upset that he couldn't have his own car, and that he was so dependent on everyone. He felt small and insignificant. That night, Bob soaked the bed again, in the morning as he headed to the laundry, he ran into Sue who took one look at the bundle of wet bedding and remarked that she hadn't wet the bed since she was four. Bob had no answer, but bit his lip as he packed the sodden sheets and his pyjamas into the washer. His stepdaughter had a solid part time job and was doing well in her studies. She had lots of friends and drove her own car. No-one pushed her around. Bob was struggling at his simple job, and relied on his Kate, and now Sue, for transport. He even had to be on his best behavior and ask them nicely for even that small favour. "Sue is a woman now," Kate had said. "She has her life to lead and can't be running around for you all the time."She'd never told him he was a man. Bob closed the washer door and reached down, feeling his genitals through the track pants Kate had given him to put on. Even to his small hand, there wasn't much to feel. Bob blinked and realized that he was crying.It was a Saturday and after Kate and Sue had left the house on their various business, Bob unloaded the washer and hung out the contents as asked. Both women had had washing in the machine when the sheets went in, and Bob felt a familiar wave of despair wash over him as he hung out their garments with his own. Kate and Sue's jeans were inches longer than his small pair, and even their underwear was several sizes bigger. Bob looked at his little briefs hanging between the larger 'smalls' of his lofty wife and her tall daughter, and felt more than ever the baby of the family. Anyone looking at the washing on the line would think by the comparative sizes of the clothing that there were two adults and a child living in the house. Furtively, he looked at the tag in Sue's bra as he pinned it to the line. 38C. It was almost as big as Kate's, which he knew was 38D. Bob's feelings of misery were accompanied by a small spurt of pee into his underpants. That had been happening recently when he was distressed or under pressure. Bob felt his crotch, and discovered that this time, the wetness had soaked through to his track pants. He pulled them down to make them a bit looser, and hoped they would dry before the women came home. He didn't dare change his clothes – he was sure to be asked why. He thought of the way Sue's gym suit hugged the feminine bulge of her crotch. Clearly, she had no worries about wet patches.With a thick feeling in his throat, Bob retreated inside and picked up the newspaper. It seemed to be full of the doings of people who did more important things than running errands for checkout girls. Boring, he decided, and turned to the cartoons. At least they were interesting, and they cheered him up a bit. He was sorry when he had read the last one that there were no more, then remembered a book in the bookcase nearby. It didn't take long to find it – an old large format Disney book that he'd been given for a youthful birthday. For the next half hour, Bob sat happily reading. It was much easier to read than the newspaper, with big print, simple words and of course, pictures to illustrate the talk bubbles. Bob found that he remembered some of the stories, and they were still just as funny. He was soon engrossed in the adventures of Donald Duck and his nephews, and forgot for the moment his concerns about being the child of the family. While reading, he had felt a twinge in his groin, and had got up to go the the bathroom. As he stood up0-, he realised that his need to pee was more urgent than he had thought, and he had to run to the bathroom. He made it just in time, tearing down his track pants and his underpants in one move and having to squeeze his penis as he pointed it towards the toilet bowl. Relieved not only physically but that he had not wet himself, Bob waggled his little penis dry and returned to his reading, to hear after a minute or two the sound of a car arriving outside, and people's voices. He heard his wife, and the voices of some children. Who had she brought with her, he wondered.The front door opened and Kate walked in with her friend Stella and Stella's two children, Mark and Sally. Bob closed his book and stood up, confident that his pants had dried enough for the dampness not to be noticeable. 'H darling, you know Stella, and Mark and Sally,' Kate said. 'And can you help me with some things from the car?''Hi guys,' Bob said as he headed outside.Kate opened the rear door of the SUV, exposing a couple of cardboard boxes. Bob leaned into the car and pulled towards him a large box. It was quite heavy.'Not that one, honey, it's too heavy,' said Kate. 'Here's one for you.'Kate gave Bob a much smaller box, while she effortlessly lifted the larger box and followed Bob back into the house.He put the carton down where Kate indicated.'Coffee, Stell?' asked Kate. 'Thanks Kate, I could kill for one,' replied Stella. 'And I've got some lemonade for you kids,' said Kate. 'Yummy,' said Sally, a bright seven year old. Her brother, eight, grinned his thanks and they waited expectantly. Stella joined Kate I the kitchen. 'Thanks for helping out,' Stella said. 'I'm at a bit of an impasse with this marketing thing, and I could really use another opinion.''Bugs Bunny!' Sally called excitedly, discovering Bob's book on the sofa.'Oh, that old book of Bob's,' Kate responded with a smile. 'What's that doing out?''I was reading it,' said Bob. 'It's really quite funny. Bugs sends them to Uncle Scrooge, but he doesn't know he has…' began Bob enthusiastically.'OK, honey,' interrupted Kate, 'But Stell and I have to talk about some business. Why don't you show the kids your old Legos? The box is in the study. I was cleaning out the cupboard yesterday and was going to put it in the garage. You can spread them out on the floor there, but remember to tidy up.''Can't I stay here with you?' asked Bob. 'Honey it's just two… two people talking about boring business. Go and show Mark and Sally some of the things you used to make,' Kate said.Bob new an order when he heard one. He turned to go, then paused.'Can I have a coffee?' he asked. 'Honey I've already got a drink for you,' Kate said, handing Bob one of three big glasses of lemonade she had just poured.Mark and Sally happily lined up for their drinks. 'There you are,' said Kate giving the pair the glasses. 'Off you go.'Bob led the two to the study. 'Remember kids, tidy up,' Kate called after them as they went. 'No mess!''We'll be tidy Mrs Johnson!' Mark replied before the trio went through the door out of the room.Bob winced at the minor irritation of Mark using Kate's maiden name. Where had he heard that, Bob wondered. Bob was Bob Wood, and Kate was Mrs Wood, although she practised the business she had started before marriage under her maiden name. Bob was also annoyed that he wasn't allowed coffee and had to have lemonade like Mark and Sally, but on the other hand he had to admit that he was looking forward to getting out his Legos. He hadn't played with them for years. Not that he'd be playing. He'd just show these kids what to do. He was actually glad that he didn't have to sit and listen to Kate and Stella, who hear could hear talking earnestly in the background. Kate was right – as she usually was: it was just two people talking about boring business.It turned out Mark had some good ideas for building with Lego, including some which Bob could not remember using himself. Even Sally was useful, finding just the piece the boys needed as he and Mark showed off their skills to each other. Mark was building a lighthouse, while Bob was engrossed in constructing his 'Bugs Bunny' house. He even made a carrot patch out the front, and was trying to make a giant orange carrot, a task which defeated him, until Mark showed him how to make a realistic cylinder out of different sized Lego bricks. Bob was impressed, and once he'd finished his house, he set to work making another big carrot. It was fun, and Bob ignored the slight twinge from between his legs. He flexed his thigh muscles and changed position as he sat on the big rug. He would go to the bathroom when he had finished his carrot.'Why have you got a ponytail?' Sally asked suddenly.'Er, it's how Kate does it,' Bab answered.'I do my own hair,' Sally told him proudly. 'Do you like ponytails?''I dunno,' said Bob. 'They're OK.''I think it's girly,' said Mark.Bob just grunted, and reached for another orange brick. As he did so, he felt a warmth spreading around his crotch, and stopped in mid reach. He tried to stop the flow, but by the time he had, the damage was done. Sally saw what had happened. 'You wet your pants,' she said quite loudly. Bob looked down. It was far worse than he expected. The whole front of his track pants was dark blue with pee, and he was sitting in a puddle. Mark looked on, somewhat surprised. Bob didn't know what to do. His first thought was that he could run to the bedroom and get changed, but that wouldn't alter what had happened. What would Kate say, he thought.'I'm telling your mummy!' announced Sally as she stood up. Bob caught his breath, held it for a moment, then began to sob, much as he tried not to.Sally sprinted from the room.'You're really wet,' said Mark. 'Why didn't you go and pee?'Kate and Stella looked up as Sally burst into the room. 'Bobby's wet his pants!' she said. 'I think he's crying.'Stella raised her eyebrows and looked at Kate. Kate got up immediately and went to the study.She found Bob sitting on the floor, surrounded by the Legos. He was certainly crying. Mark was sitting next to him. 'He just peed everywhere,' said Mark. 'It's OK, Mark, he's just had an accident. Come on Bob,' she said, helping Bob to his feet. 'Let's get you sorted out.'Kate didn't say much as she stood Bob in the bathroom and took down his wet pants and undies. She turned on the shower and guided him in, then helped him dry. Now dry, Bob stood shivering while Kate opened the cupboard in the bathroom and rummaged around for a moment. She emerged with a thick white object in her hand, which she opened out. Bob wasn't sure what it was, but soon realized what it was for. It was a kind of padded panty with a wide elasticated top. He sure as hell didn't want to wear it, and struggled to get away from Kate. Kate gripped his arm. 'Now Bob, I don't want you to fuss about this. We'll talk about it later. Leg in here please,' she said, holding a leg opening up. Bob knew better than to argue. At least he had stopped crying, and Kate wasn't actually cross, he didn't think. Tentatively, he poked his foot into the opening, and Kate kissed him on the forehead and pulled the panty up his leg to the knee. 'Good boy,' she said. 'Now the other leg.'Bob put his other leg into the strange feeling panty and let Kate tug the garment up snug around his waist. She reached into the front of the panty and pushed his little penis downwards, then gave the panty another tug and turned him around to inspect her work.'All done,' she said. 'I know it will feel funny, but you'll be safe now. No more accidents.'Bob looked up at her in some distress.'I didn't mean to,' he said.'I know, honey. It was just an accident. You can go back and play with the others now,' she said kindly.Kate kissed him again on the forehead, and patted him gently on the rump. Bob wasn't sure what to do. It didn't matter, as Kate guided him back into the study, where Mark and Sally had resumed their Lego building. Bob sat silently on the rug. He wasn't sure if he felt like going on with his carrot. Sally studied Bob's dry track pants closely. 'Did she put your diaper on?' asked Sally. 'I can hear it.'Bob just nodded, and stared at the half built Lego carrot.'So what, Sal,' Mark said. 'You wear a diaper every night.''Shut up, Mark!' objected Sally. 'I've been dry for, for three nights. I bet you used to wet your pants!''Not when I was seven,' said Mark. 'And you're nearly eight.''Shut up and I don't care!' said Sally with vigour. 'Bobby, here's another piece for your carrot.'Sally handed Bob the half block he needed. Bob took it silently and pressed it in place. He decided to concentrate on finishing it and ignored the other two.In the other room, the women heard the raised voices and Stella began to get up to investigate. Kate shook her head and put her hand on Stella's forearm. Stella sat and looked at Kate, who said quietly, 'They'll work it out.'Stella shrugged and resumed her seat. The raised voices quietened down, and Stella and Kate resumed their discussion.The trio in the study, with the exception of Bob, soon moved on too. After all, someone wetting their pants and having to be changed wasn't unheard among Mark and Sally's acquaintances. And Bobby was only a bit bigger than Mark, Sally thought. So maybe he did still need diapers. After all, his mummy had some ready to put him into. Sally felt quite pleased. He probably still wet the bed, just like her. So Mark could just shut up.The incident did change the children's opinion of Bob's status in their pecking order. He wasn't just a big boy playing with Legos, he really was like them. Even littler, probably, despite his size, if he was still in diapers. And that was a pretty cool carrot he was making. Subconsciously, the two children became even more accepting and inclusive of their new friend. So what if he wet his pants? Plenty of kids still did that.So play resumed, with a lot of chatter and giggling.A while later, Kate and Stella had resolved Stella's marketing troubles, and the women went to the study to wind up operations there. They were pleased to see the three playing so happily together, and Kate squatted down to pull up the back of Bob's track pants from which a couple of inches of the top of his pullup was showing, not that it bothered his playmates. Kate was especially pleased to see Bob so happy, considering his incongruous surroundings. Sally looked up with a grin.'Bobby made carrots!' she said excitedly. 'I showed him how to do it,' grumbled Mark.Stella smiled down at the three. 'Don't be grumpy, Mark. They're lovely carrots, Bobby,' she said with a smirk at Kate. 'And what's this little house?''That's Bugs Bunny's house,' said Bob proudly. 'It's got a chimney, too,' he added, indicating the little stack of red blocks on the roof.'For winter, when Bugs and Mrs Bunny sit by the fire,' said Sally.'I could make a fireplace in there!' said Bob, and began to look around for likely components.'Whoa!' said Kate. 'It's time to pack up now, Mark and Sally have to go home.'There was a joint groan from the floor. Kate wasn't really surprised to see Bob joining in. 'Come on kids, tidy up for Kate please,' said Stella. 'Five minutes. Come on, chop chop!'Reluctantly, the builders began to put the Lego away. A few minutes later, Mark and Sally emerged from the study, followed by Bob. Soon everyone was standing at the door saying their goodbyes.'Bye, Bobby!' said Sally. 'I like your ponytail. It's cool, even if it does make you look like a girl.'Bob giggled. Secretly, he liked it too. He liked the way Kate brushed his hair in the morning , and the feel of her pulling his hair together to put it in the rubber band.Once Kate and the children had left, Kate and Bob sat in the living room. 'That was fun, wasn't it?' asked Kate.'Except I had an accident,' said Bob, looking embarrassed. . 'Oh, honey,' said Kate. 'That's not really a big deal. How's your pullup anyway, sweetie?''My what?' replied Bob.'Your pullup. That's what you're wearing. It's just underpants with a bit of padding,' she explained.'Oh,' said Bob. 'It's OK.''What do you mean, OK?' said Kate. 'Let's have a look.''Kate!' objected Bob as Kate stood him up and poked her hand down the front of Bob's track pants. 'You're wet again, honey,' said Kate. 'Did that happen while you were playing?''I dunno,' said Bob, not looking at her. 'I wasn't playing anyway, I was showing them what to do.'Bob felt confused. He had an odd feeling that he had just travelled backwards in time, and now he was back in the present. Yet he was wearing these padded pants. He was 25 and he worked at a supermarket, but he had just wet his pants while he was on the floor, not actually playing, but with a couple of kids and Legos. His head began to swim a little. 'Bob, there's something I want to talk to you about. Let's go into the bedroom,' Kate said, leading Bob out of the living room. 'What do you want to talk about?' he asked.'Some important things, Bob. You'll see,' said Kate. 'Just sit on the bed for a minute.'Bob sat, wondering what important things Kate wanted to talk about, and why in the bedroom.Kate went to the chest of drawers, and took something from a drawer. Then she bent down and took from a basket on the floor a handful of what looked like underpants.'Bob.' She began, 'I know you're under pressure at work.'Bob was taken aback.'How, how do you know that?' he asked.'Bob, I know Mary Jenkins quite well,' she said. 'I have coffee with her every few weeks. She's the reason you're still at the supermarket.'Bob stared at his wife. This was news to him.'When you were dropped from the management trainee program, it was Mary who suggested that you become the new office ju… office helper to keep things running smoothly,' she said. 'You replaced Jenny, do you remember her?''The work experience girl?' said Bob, surprised. 'But my job is much more than what she did! I go into the manager's office and everything. I take, I take all the, all the till rolls…'Kate could see that Bob's eyes were starting to water, and he was starting to catch his breath as he spoke. She knew what was coming next and she put her arm around her poor husband and her heart went out to him as he tried to defend the value of his job. He wasn't just struggling with the job of office junior, which was the actual description of his job, he was struggling with being an adult. Kate thought how genuinely happy he had been playing with Stella's children, and how he seemed to bloom in the unthreatening, undemanding company of the two kids. He really needed her help, Kate knew. Some months before, when Bob's bedwetting had started, Kate had managed to get Bob to see a friend of hers, a paediatric psychologist who, on a dinner visit to Kate and Bob's, had afterwards expressed her concerns to Kate. She felt that Bob's responses were 'compromised in certain ways' and went on to explain that she thought he may be having a kind of slow breakdown, quite rare, but clearly evidenced by some of Bob's words and actions. Even allowing for the unusual inequality of the power relationship within the marriage, which itself wasn't unusual at all, Kate's friend Julie had said, Bob seemed to be, to put it bluntly, Julie had said, regressing. The bedwetting episodes were part of that, Julie said, and the troubles and lack of progress at work. People tended to treat people as they acted, and while Bob was doing his best to fight against it, he was not succeeding, and often projected a persona that was quite obviously at odds with his chronological age. At these times, his subconscious would overpower his conscious will, and it would appear that he had 'given in' to some bizarre impulse, whereas in fact, his adult personality had been pushed by various factors into the background, and the younger Bob within had emerged.'How horrible,' Kate had said at the time, although even then she had felt a strange tremor of delight that Bob might eventually become little Bobby, fully dependent on her; the baby in diapers she had not been able to conceive with him. However, the thought was so weird and alien, that she had tried to banish it whenever it recurred, but it kept coming back. Sometimes it felt as if she and Bob were in a vortex, both approaching, willingly or unwillingly, the same fate from different angles, and neither able to stop what was happening. Kate and Bobbi Chapter 2 Kate stroked Bob's silky hair as she consoled him, eventually guiding him back to sit on the end of the bed. She put her handful of underpants on the bedspread next to Bob and picked a pair from the pile. They were the full cut white fly style that Kate usually bought for Bob. 'Honey,' Kate said, 'do you know what these are?' Bob was confused. 'They're my underpants, Kate. Why have you got them? I thought I was running short. What have you got them for?' Bob asked. 'Bob, I've got a whole week of your underpants from the wash. I want to show you something. This is Monday's pair. I want you to look at the front of them,' Kate said, holding Bob's questioning gaze. 'Tell me what you see on the front of these undies, Bob!' Kate said. Bob swallowed hard, and flushed a little as he realised what this was about. As Kate spread the front of the underpants in front of Bob, he realised that there was only one answer he could give. 'I, erm, I wet a bit on Monday, I think. Just a bit,' he said quietly, looking at Kate's shoes. 'Bob,'Kate said severely, 'Look at me when I'm talking to you please. Bob, I have more of your underpants here. And not only is this mark urine, but all theses rings are,' she said, spreading the fabric still more to show several concentric rings of greyish-yellow discolouration. Bob looked at her, feeling quite frightened about what Kate was going to say next. 'Bob, I know you try your best, but you just aren't handling your toileting very well. Do you go to the bathroom often enough at work? Bob nodded his head miserably 'Speak, please,' Kate ordered him. 'Yes,' Bob squeaked. 'Well that's not what it looks like. Bob, every single pair of your underpants from last week has been wet. Quite wet. If you didn't wear black pants at work, I think you would have been running around with a big wet patch for everyone to see. Bob, you're setting the bed, and we're managing that, but now you are having serious trouble in the daytime as well. That's obvious from these But that's only half the reason I wanted to have this talk. I want to ask you about these,' Kate said, holding up a stiff, crumpled mass of fabric. 'Bob, I found these behind the cupboard in the bathroom. They must have been there at least a fortnight, because I remember washing these jeans just after hour training class graduation. I want you to tell me the truth about why they were stuffed, stained, and smelly, behind the bathroom cupboard.' Kate was standing up now. Bob looked up at her strong thighs, encased in tight, dark blue denim. The denim hugged the swell of her crotch, with the yellow stitched seam pulling slightly up to divide her vulva with a small valley of denim. Bob knew that beneath the denim were the thinnest of underpants. If Kate peed a drop in her pants it would show. And he was damp nearly all the time. It wasn't fair, Bob thought, and felt the tears rising yet again. 'Well, Bob? I'm really cross about this. Not only are these jeans ruined, but you have deliberately tried to deceive me. Is this what you do at work, Bob? Do you try to lie go the other girls? Because that's what deception is, Bob, it's lying. And I will not have you lying to me,' Kate said. Kate hated lying, and was making herself even angrier by talking about it. 'I wet myself!' Bob said frantically. 'I did and I couldn't help it. We got home from the shops and I had to carry the box in and you kept talking to me and then I tried to get to the bathroom and I took them off and put them there because I didn't want to tell you and I had a shower and put my towel on and said I wasn't feeling well and went to bed and you came in and put my diaper on and I'm not a girl, Kate you said 'other girls'. I'm not a girl, I'm a boy.' Bob finished his epic sentence and sat sniffling quietly. 'Bob,' said Kate, 'I didn't mean to call you a girl but I am still very cross that you tried to trick me.' Kate knew what she had in mind, and squirmed slightly at the thought. She became aware of a feeling in her crotch, and squeezed her thigh muscles hard. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning aloud. She knew she was taking advantage of the situation for her own purposes but didn't care. Bob still had to be taught his lesson about lying. Bob was sitting very quietly. He mumbled something at Kate's apology and stared at the floor, anywhere but at the yellowed undies laid out on the bedspread, or at the dried clump of clothing on Kate's knees. 'Bob,' said Kate, 'Wetting your pants during the day is a very childish thing to do, but I know you can't help it at the moment, but lying to, to me, is also very childish. And trying to trick me is not only childish and silly, but wrong. So I'm going to help you remember not to do it ever again. I know you forget things, Bob, but I don't want you to foget this.' Kate bent over to pull Bob to a standing position. She yanked his track pants to his knees and in one powerful move, she sat and pulled his bare bottom across her knees. 'No! Please!' shouted Bob as he realised what was happening. He hadn't been spanked since he was about 12. Now he was about to be spanked by his wife. Kate's strong hand came down hard on her husband's pale cheeks. After two or three more blows, Bob was crying lustily. Kate felt him peeing on her legs after a couple more solid slaps, but she knew that she was wet enough herself to have to wash her jeans and panties anyway. Now she would have to wash the rug at the foot of the bed, too. After a round dozen hard spanks, Kate let Bob up. He flopped onto the bed and howled his eyes out for the next fiftenn minutes. When he had recivered, and Kate had attended to the washing, she walked back into the room, carrying a bulging shopping bag. She had had a quick shower, and had rubbed herself to another massive orgasm. The first she had had after about spank five. She was too elated to worry that she might be a closet sadist, or at best, kinky. She was focused on dealing with her immature little husband. 'Honey, I know it was painful, but you needed to learn a lesson, and smacking you was the best way to teach it,' Kate said. Bob stayed face down on the bed, but at least he stopped crying as Kate spoke. 'So, sweetheart, we're going to try you in daytime pull-ups for a while. You're ruining your undies, and I think that pull-ups might be just what you need. You can relax a little bit and not worry about hiding things from me. If you wet, I want you to come and tell me, and I'll change you. No more wet undies, honey, so sit up, and I'll put these on you.' And so life went on in Kate's household. Stella continued to visit, and her children enjoyed their interludes with Bobby, as they called the big boy who joined in their games. Bob had continued to have daytime wetting accidents. He explained to Kate that the need to go to the toilet came on quite rapidly sometimes, and he had no time to reach the bathroom before he started wetting, and once started, he found it hard to stop. At other times, he wouldn't even notice until he felt his warm pee flooding his crotch. At first, Bob objected to wearing pull-ups during the day, but soon saw the sense of it. He began wearing pull-ups to work as well, and Kate had arranged for Mary to be his 'mum' at work, as Mary called it, and would help him when he needed it with dry pull-ups from the supply Kate gave her. Bob got over his shyness about standing in front of Mary half naked with his little penis in full view. Mary was kind and gentle with him, and he responded to her care by putting himself completely under her control at those times. Mary felt sorry for Bob, and wondered how he and Kate got on with Bob having such a soft little willy. Even his testicles were small, Mary noticed, just a little pink bulge under the short, finger-sized penis that rested on top. For his part, Bob was continuing to have troubles with his job. He wasn't lazy or deliberately neglectful, but Mary could see that if he were overloaded with instructions, he would manage the first couple of things, but would have difficulty remembering the others. He was increasingly being reprimanded by his superiors, and if he weren't such a little cutie in his store top - the smallest among all the girls who wore them - even the checkout girls would have complained when he failed to carry out their wishes. Things at work came to a head a week after a new store-wide change of unform for 'junior female staff'. It seemed automatic that Bob be included in the change. He wasn't female obviously, but his job was invariably performed by the junior female, usually someone working her way up to being a fully-fledged checkout girl. So Bob handed in his red top and was given a new top, still red, but with his name embroidered in an attractive cursive script on the left breast. Some sort of communication error meant that his name appeared as 'Bobbi'. There were new pants too, snug-fitting red cotton pants with a side zip. Some of the chubbier girls complained that the pants made their tummies too noticeable, but in Bob's case the smooth front, stretching over his pull-up under which his downward-pointing penis was barely noticeable anyway, gave him a crotch indistinguishable from any of the girls who wore the same uniform. Bob was carrying a little extra weight anyway, and his soft features and beautiful hair in its rubber-banded ponytail did nothing to dispel the impression that he was a girl like his co-workers. He began to dislike using the men's bathroom and on the occasions he did use it, he would always sit in a cubicle to pee. He had no choice, really. His new pants didn't allow peeing standing at a urinal. By the end of the week, the supervisors who had been addressing the girls as 'girls and Bob' began to just say 'girls'. Bob was too embarrassed to correct them, and as was his way, he simply accepted it. The following week, Bob had become quite confused with a change in his normal routine, and had left a box of till rolls recording the afternoon's trade at several of the checkouts on a cabinet after Mary had stopped him to ask if he needed his usual afternoon change. The result was a recount of all the tills, and the manager was furious with Bob. Mary found him sobbing in the lunch room. He was so wet that his pull-up had leaked badly, and he had soiled himself. Mary took the afternoon off and took him home, sitting on a towel in her car. Bob calmed down during the trip, when Mary asked him why hadn't admitted that he needed a change when she had asked him, he explained that it was Kate's birthday, and that for once he wanted to be grown up enough not to need Mary to change him at work, and to arrive home without needing anyone's help all day. He showed Mary the bracelet he had bought for Kate with money he had saved from his quite meagre wage. Mary felt close to tears when she read the words on the little plate on the simple bracelet: 'I love you'. The band on Bob's ponytail had slipped down, so ?Mary took it off entirely. She was a little shocked at the result. With his blonde hair now falling over his shoulders and framing his pale, round face, Bob looked almost beautiful, certainly very pretty, even for a girl. Mary wondered how much different, how much better his life would have been if he really were the pretty young girl he now appeared to be. And if she weren't in pull-ups, Mary added to herself. 'Mary, I need to pee again,' said Bob quietly. Mary looked across at him. He really did look unhappy. 'Just hold on until we get you home, hon,' she said. 'It's only a few minutes away now.' Bob nodded, and ?Mary sensed the battle he was having. 'Hon, it's ok if you go in your pull-ups. And you're on a towel. It'll be ok,' she said. Bob nodded again, and brushed the hair from his face. There was a roadblock on the way to Kate's house due to what appeared to be a burst water main. Mary slowed and a burly utility worker approached the car. Mary wound down the passenger side window, and the man leant down, placing his big gloved hand on the roof above the window. 'Sorry, lady, this street's blocked, as you can see. So is Saratoga Avenue a bit further down,' he said. 'Hiya, miss,' he added as Bob glanced up at him. 'Where are you headed?' he asked Mary. 'Pine Boulevard,' said Mary. She heard Bob catch his breath, stifling a sob. 'Is she ok?' asked the man with some concern, looking at the pretty young girl in the passenger seat and noticing her soaked crotch. 'She, she's not very well,' Mary said. 'I'm taking her home to her mum.' 'Sorry to hear that,' the big man said. 'Lady, the quickest way to Pine for you is to go back to Arlington, up onto the freeway, then off at the next exit and come back onto Pine. Hey Bobbi,' he said, reading Bob's embroidered name. 'I'm sure you'll be OK. First job is it? My girl works at the supermarket too. Ellie. You probably know her. Part-time on the checkout, Friday nights and weekends. I'll tell her I saw you. You take care, eh, sweet pea?' 'I will, thanks,' Bob managed. Mary was proud of him. Bob knew Ellie. She came to their training sessions, and at the last end of course party, she had been one of the girls who had made Bob up for the beauty parade, in which he had come second. The judge, the area manager for the stores who had attended the 'graduation', hadn't seemed to realise even as he awarded Bob his ribbon, that the pretty young second place getter was actually a boy, not to mention a man of 25. Bob was quiet for the rest of the way, and only collapsed crying into Kate's arms after Mary had gone. 'Katie, what's happening to me?' he managed between heavy sobs. Kate had no answer, and just hugged him closer. It was the first time Bob had messed his pull-up, and after Kate had cleaned him up and changed him, just in case, into one of his new night time diapers and plastic pants and pulled his track pants over their bulk, she settled Bob in front of one of his favourite cartoon shows on TV and rang her psychologist friend Julie from the privacy of the bedroom. 'The poor thing,' said Julie when Kate had told her what had happened. 'I've got a couple of urology referrals on Wednesday afternoon. You could bring him in after them, at about 3,' Julie said. 'Will he be working?' 'I don't know, Julie,' Kate said. 'One of the staff brought him home, bless her, and she's going to call me tomorrow about Bob's future there. It's not just what happened today. He's been having a hard time there for a while. The other, I mean his workmates have been really good looking out for him, but it really has been a tough time for him.' 'Poor thing,' Julie said. 'It'll work out, I suppose. So I'll see you on Wednesday, then.' 'Yup, see you then,' said Kate and hung up. To be continued.
  6. The Boarder's Tale Chapter 1 Pete stood outside the terrace house. He looked at the piece of paper in his hand. The internet was amazing, he thought. No need for those rental sites. He'd found the landlady of this place on a travel chatroom, and here he was a month and 12000 miles later. He opened the nicely painted cast iron gate between the two white pillars and made his way along a short, flagstoned path and up several steps to the black front door. He lifted the polished brass doorknocker and heard the sound it made reverberate inside. A few moments later the door opened and a pleasant looking, middle aged lady stood smiling at Pete. The stereotype of the landlady, thought Pete as he introduced himself. The lady was Mrs Smith, a widow who offered room and board to what she told Pete were 'suitable lodgers'. It seemed that Pete was suitable enough to be having a cup of tea a few minutes later with Mrs Smith and being told how she ran her house. 'So,' said Mrs Smith. 'Anything else, just ask. You'll have your own key. One more thing, do you have issues with bedwetting?' The question took Pete by surprise. He blushed, because he had had a few problems in that area. He had been late toilet training, his mother had told him, and he had wet his bed off and on into his teens. Even later, he had had occasional episodes, when very tired, stressed or once or twice after drinking too much. 'Er, bedwetting?' he replied, hoping he hadn't looked guilty. 'Yes,' said Mrs Smith. 'It's not too uncommon, and creates a lot of washing. I have a plastic undersheet if there's any chance that you might have an accident.' Pete was still a little shocked. His bedwetting history was probably his most private issue. 'Oh, well...' he began. 'It's not a big deal,' said Mrs Smith. 'When was the last time you wet the bed?' Pete had never been good at lying. 'Oh,' he said, trying to sound confident. 'A while ago. A long while ago.' 'So, since childhood,' said Mrs Smith. 'How long ago? Years? Months?' Pete could have kicked himself. This was the perfect accommodation for him, and in the first five minutes he's admitting wetting the bed. ''Years,' said Pete. 'Several.' He winced inwardly. He was making this worse. 'I see,' said Mrs Smith. 'I think we'll start with the plastic undersheet and see how you get on.' Bloody hell, thought Pete. How has this become an issue? At least she's not kicking me out on the strength of it, he thought. 'OK, thanks,' he replied. Damn, he thought. I'm my own worst enemy. That sounded like I was confirming that I'm a bedwetter. 'Well. I'll show you your room.' said Mrs Smith, getting up from her chair. She was quite well built, Pete thought as he watched Mrs Smith turn towards the door. She was wearing jeans and a woollen top. She had nice hips and a large bust. Pete liked full, mature figures, not he thought, that he had any ideas towards this nice lady, even if she had sprung his big secret. At least she didn't seem horrified that anyone should occasionally have an accident at night. Mrs Smith opened a door in the upstairs hallway into a large, comfortable room. There was a big, paned window, a fireplace and a double bed. On the bedspread, resting against the pillows were three large stuffed toys. Pete looked at them in surprise. 'Oh, they're left over,' said Mrs Smith with a laugh, without saying left over from what, or who. 'You can choose one for yourself if you like. I'm sure the previous owner wouldn't mind.' 'No, it's OK,' said Pete. He wasn't sure if what Mrs Smith had just said was odd or not. 'Your bathroom is down the hall at the end,' said Mrs Smith. 'We sit down to pee in this house, by the way,' she added. 'Less chance of mess.' 'OK,' said Pete. Now that was odd, he thought. Still, it was her house, and he usually sat to pee anyway. He'd grown up in a household comprising his mother and three older sisters, where no one including him ever stood to use the toilet. It seemed natural now. Mrs Smith wrapped up her introduction to the house. 'That's about it,' she said. 'You have the run of the house, and you're most welcome to sit downstairs with me in the living room in the evenings. In fact, I'd enjoy the company. Or you can play up here in your room.' Play in my room, thought Pete. Maybe she meant play something on my laptop. 'I'll leave you to it,' she said, turning to the door. 'Dinner will be at 7.30.' 'OK, thanks,' said Pete, watching Mrs Smith's denim clad hips as she left the room. To be continued.
  7. Hi BBP - This weekend I plan to finish all the unfinished stories I have started here. That's the plan, anyway. Meanwhile, I have another idea for a story... : )
  8. MIL Chapter 4 Tim does his best to be all grown up, but it's just not good enough. Tim stood quietly next to the bed while Sarah laid out a new diaper and Tim's talc and lotion. Tim was a bit annoyed that it seemed to be assumed that he'd need a change before his bedtime, before going to bed, he corrected himself. Increasingly, he found himself using and even thinking the childish words for things Judy or Sarah used around him. He now thought of doing wees, instead of pissing or taking a leak. To do that, he used his wee wee, not his dick or cock. He blamed his wife for not using grownup words, which made him start using them. Adult words, he corrected himself again. 'Right,' said Sarah. 'Let's get you out of that wet didee Into a nice dry one for bedtime.' She moved towards Tim and reaching out, untaped his diaper and rolled it into a heavy, sodden ball which she carefully put aside. This time Tim didn't try modestly to shield his privates. He'd accepted that Sarah was in charge, just like Judy was. So he stood with his almost hairless groin exposed. His short, soft penis sat above his little pink scrotum, below his rounded tummy. 'Sit here, sweetie,' said Sarah, guiding Tim to the diaper she'd spread on the bed, then laying him back gently. 'I don't need to wear these, only at night,' said Tim. He'd rationalised the afternoon's wettings as exceptions to his condition. He'd wet only because his mother in law's presence had intimidated him. Anyone could wet a little if they were anxious or nervous. Sarah smiled. 'Tim, while you have continence issues, you need to wear protection,' she said. 'Just like anyone else, of any age.' 'But not little kids or babies,' said Tim. 'I'm grown up.' Sarah smiled again, patted the front of Tim's diaper and helped him sit up. 'Tim, we've discussed this, and I know Judy has,' she said. 'Your age in years doesn't really matter. You need to be treated in the most effective way for your condition. You wetting your diaper or your pants is no different than a toddler wetting his or hers. In fact, your reaction when you do wet is the same as a toddlers'. You become anxious and upset.' 'I don't,' said Tim. 'I'm grown up.' Sarah laughed and shook her head. 'A week ago, Tim, you wet your pants in the park - do you remember? You ended up in tears, and you wouldn't let go of poor Judy. It was lucky that Judy had a pacifier in the car, which helped calm you down on the way home. So that's no different to the reaction of a toddler. You need care for your condition, not for your chronological age,' said Sarah. 'Now stop thinking about this and snuggle up in bed. OK.' 'The paci's just for bedtime 'cause I dribbled a bit on the pillow, and I've had it in the day sometimes but only because Judy says. I don't need it,' Tim said defensively. Sarah thought of the increasing frequency she'd noticed Tim sucking his thumb, and Judy's comment that since he'd stopped working he'd slowly been losing interest in watching news and even sport on TV, and now preferred cartoons or playing with his Lego. Judy said the Tim was now wetting every night, and wetting during the daytime three or four times a week, usually when they were out. Tim was resistant to wearing protection outside the house. He'd insist that his latest daytime wetting was 'an accident' and that he was 'grownup'. Judy had told Sarah that morning that life would be a lot easier when she had Tim in diapers 24/7. That day wasn't far off, Judy said. 'Who would want a two year old around who spent half the time in diapers and half not?' Judy had asked her. 'I'm grown up,' said Tim sleepily as if in answer to Sarah's thoughts. 'Of course you are, honey,' said Sarah, sitting in the side of the bed and stroking Tim's blonde hair. Tim mumbled something and Sarah watched his thumb slide into his mouth. She reached for the pacifier on the small table at Tim's side of the bed. Judy had mentioned Tim's dribbling, and he was quite happy to use his pacifier because of that. Judy said she was finding it increasingly useful during the day if Tim was playing up, but he was reluctant to use it in public. Sarah gently removed Tim's thumb from his mouth and replaced it with the pacifier, then left him sleeping. 'Grownup' she thought to herself with a smile. Even Tim's obsession with being 'grownup' was an indication of the direction he was heading. To be continued.
  9. Thank you all for the kind comments. I'm sorry not much is actually happening in this story. So far it's just about Tim trying to convince his wife and mother in law, and himself, that he's still an adult, while they treat him the way he acts, as a child. I think that anyone who wears a diaper feels less than adult to some extent, at least occasionally. It can set up a conflict that is difficult to resolve. The way it's resolved, it seems to me, can depend on the attitude of the people around the diapered person. They have a conflict to resolve as well - an adult dressed and maybe even behaving in a very young manner.
  10. MIL Chapter 3 More of this happy domestic scene. Tim settled down to work on his construction while Sarah sat and read. Putting the plastic pieces together was absorbing work, and Tim soon forgot his concerns about feeling grown up or not. All was good. He was happy. He didn't notice Sarah getting up and going to the kitchen. A short while later, she emerged and came over to Tim. 'Dinner time, honey,' she said. Tim looked up, his eyes drawn to Sarah's large breasts. He thought how good they looked, and smiled. 'What are you building?' Sarah asked. 'It's a house,' Tim replied. 'Aren't you clever,' said Sarah. 'How's your diaper?' Tim felt slightly resentful at Sarah's tone. It wasn't 'clever' to build a Lego house. It was easy. And she didn't have to ask about his diaper. He'd had a single accident, and didn't even need to be wearing it now anyway. She didn't have to draw attention to it. Why couldn't she just have said 'Dinner's ready, Tim,' without making him feel childish. When she did that, Tim felt that he had to reestablish his adulthood. He ignored her offered hand and got to his feet. After sitting for so long, one of his legs was half asleep and he wobbled a bit as he stood. 'Careful, honey,' said Sarah and put her arm around his back to steady him. 'It's OK,' said Tim, trying to move out of her loose embrace. As he did so, he felt Sarah press the back and underside of his diaper. Again, he felt resentful. He'd just told her he was dry. 'I'm OK,' he said.'I just told you.' 'Good boy,' was all that Sarah said, taking his hand regardless. Tim followed her into the kitchen, which was big enough to have a casual dining table which Sarah had set for two. Tim was ready to do the right thing and pull out Sarah's chair for her but she beat him to it and pulled out a chair for Tim. His efforts to appear grown up weren't going too well. 'It's spaghetti bolognaise,' said Sarah. 'The sauce is a bit runny, so be careful.' Tim mumbled in reply. He didn't need to be told that, he thought. He sat, feeling the thick padding between his bottom and the wooden chair seat. It was nuts that he was sitting here with his mother in law, wearing a diaper and not much else, he thought. He squirmed a little to get comfortable, and was a little shocked to feel that he might be a little wet. He glanced up at Sarah,who was about to put a bowl of spaghetti in front of him. 'Are you OK, Tim?' she asked, pausing as she put the food down. 'Yeah, just getting comfortable,' he replied. 'OK,' said Sarah, looking at him for a little longer. She got her dinner, and sat opposite Tim. He noticed that she had a fork, but she'd given him a spoon. He picked it up. 'I can use a fork,' he said petulantly. 'I'm not a child.' 'Tim,' Sarah said firmly, 'It's not a matter of being a child. It's what's easiest for you. It's a bit messy, and a spoon is best for you.' Sarah put her fork into her spaghetti, twirled it neatly and took a mouthful. It didn't seem a good time for Tim to prolong the discussion about the spoon, so he started eating, chopping the spaghetti with the spoon and being careful not to spill any. Sarah asked Tim about Judy's plans for them to go to the park the next morning, and told Tim that she'd be staying overnight and accompanying them. Great, thought Tim. No one had asked him about that. He was a little distracted, and half of his next spoonful landed on his tracksuit top. 'Oh, honey,' said Sarah, getting up. 'It's OK,' said Tim, 'I can fix it,' he added, looking down at the mess. 'I'll do it,' said Sarah, already up and at his side with a damp cloth. Tim sat still while Sarah wiped the pieces of spaghetti and sauce from his clothing. Then Tim watched her go to the end of the kitchen bench and pick up some folded fabric. 'I don't need that!' said Tim. Sarah ignored his objection. 'Judy said she'd got some of these,' Sarah said, unfolding a pale yellow terry bib with blue edging and ties. 'I think they're a very good idea especially for messy meals like spag bog.' 'I don't need it!' said Tim as Sarah moved behind him and tied the bib around his neck. 'I'll be careful!' 'Tim, you just weren't careful,' Sarah told him. 'There,' she said, settling the bib flat over Tim's chest. 'Much better. That top goes in the wash tonight.' Tim looked down unhappily at the bib. He squirmed again in his chair, and realised that his diaper was now quite wet. He didn't even know when that had happened. It would mean that Sarah would find out when she put him to bed, then she'd change him again. It wasn't fair. Sarah sat down at the table. 'Oh, come on Mr Gloomy,' she said to Tim with a laugh. 'You've worn a bib before, Judy told me. I'd wear one too, if I made a mess.' 'Yes,' said Tim, 'But you're not, I mean...' Tim wanted to say that Sarah wasn't wearing a diaper and being treated like a child, but looking at her confident, face, makeup and mature clothes, it seemed a pointless thing to say. 'Come on, honey,' said Sarah. 'Eat up. We've got rhubarb crumble for dessert. Judy said it's your favourite.' 'Yes, it is,' said Tim, cheering up a little. He loved rhubarb crumble. The bib wasn't so bad once it was on, he thought, and it saved his top from another spill a little later on. Tim spent the rest of the meal glancing at Sarah's breasts. He even imagined lying in bed with Sarah next to him and, well, kissing one of her breasts. He'd been doing that a lot with Judy. Since his problems had started, they hadn't really been having proper sex so much, but one night, when he was half asleep, he'd been nuzzled up next to her and she'd moved around and put her breast to his mouth. Now they did it quite a lot, even when they were on the sofa, watching TV. She'd pull up her top and he'd settle against her, sucking gently. It was very relaxing. When dinner was over, including the delicious dessert, Tim helped Sarah clean up. Standing up, he'd felt his wet diaper sag between his legs. Sarah didn't say anything, but when they finished tidying up, she patted the sagging back of his diaper and after thanking him for being a 'good boy' and helping with the tidying, she said that it was time to get him 'sorted out' for bed. Tim followed her to the bedroom, not looking forward to being changed again. To be continued.
  11. MIL Chapter 2 'Much younger,' asserted Tim, trying to feel all of his 27 years as he sat on the rug surrounded by his Legos. 'Well, younger,' said Sarah with a steady smile at Tim. Tim's heart leapt into his mouth. How much had Judy told her nasty mother, he wondered. His own mother had kept him in diapers at night until he was 12, and he'd had very occasional daytime accidents throughout his teens, but not often enough to need protective garments, he reminded himself. 'Anyway,' continued Sarah, 'Your age has nothing to do with it. It's about behaviour and responsibility. At the moment, I'd say your only responsibilities are to do as you're told and try to keep your pants dry,' she said, and turned back to her book. Then she looked up again. 'Do you need to do a wee?' she asked Tim. 'You've been sitting there a while.' 'No!' said Tim heatedly. 'I know when I need to go.' 'OK,' said Sarah mildly, and continued reading. Tim went back to his Legos. At least it took his mind off the uncomfortable conversation they'd just had. He did feel a slight pressure from his bladder. He needed to go fairly soon, but he was not going to jump just because Sarah reminded him. He was 27, after all, and the only daytime issues he'd had for ages were when he was in the car, or a long way from a bathroom, and that could happen to anyone. Tim looked around for corner roof pieces to finish the two storey house he'd built, while Sarah continued reading. What a pain she was, Tim thought. Fifteen minutes later, Sarah put down her book and stretched. ''Drinks break,' she said. 'Would you like some juice?' 'Yes please,' said Tim. He'd finished his roof and had been carefully building a fence around the house. He swivelled around and looked beside and between his legs for the Lego gate. It was one of his favourite pieces. Then he stopped in shock. The crotch of his blue track pants was soaked dark blue, the wet area extending onto his inner thighs and underneath him. Tim felt his heart pumping, and his thoughts raced. It wasn't fair. How had he not felt anything, now of all times? This hardly ever happened, he thought. It must be Sarah's fault somehow, he decided, glaring up at her. Sarah heard Tim's sharp intake of breath, and looked at him questioningly. Then, as Tim tried to turn away from her, she caught sight of his darkened crotch. 'Tim, stop!' she commanded him. Tim looked at her in fear now, and continued twisting away from her on the rug. Sarah got up from the chair and moved swiftly to Tim, gripping his arm and halting his gyration. Tim's gasp had turned to tears as he looked up at his mother in law. 'For heaven's sake, Tim,' she said. 'I just asked you if you needed to do wee.' 'I didn't,' sobbed Tim. 'I didn't know...' 'Come on,' said Sarah, dragging Tim up to his feet in a businesslike manner. Tim looked down to see the favoured Lego gate which had been under his leg and now lay in a darkened patch of the rug. 'I think it's an early diaper time for this little boy,' said Sarah, dragging Tim towards the bedroom. ''No, Judy does that,' objected Tim. 'Well I'm doing it now,' said Sarah. 'Look at you! Look at your pants! As I said, it's about responsibility.' Tim gave in, as he always did, and let Sarah lead him to the bedroom. 'In here,' said Sarah, taking Tim into the ensuite bathroom. 'Mrs Evans, I...' began Tim. 'Be quiet, Tim,' said Sarah sharply. 'I'm cross with you. Now, stand still.' Tim stood quietly while Sarah pulled down his track pants, exposing his white underwear, the entire front now wet with pee. Sarah looked for a moment at the damage, and the little wet bump of cotton fabric over Tim's genitals. 'Step!' ordered Sarah, and Tim took his feet one after the other from the track pants, which Sarah tossed into the corner of the bathroom. She tugged down Tim's underpants, brushing his hand aside as he attempted to cover himself. 'Just stand still,' said Sarah. 'There's no need to be modest. Where does Judy keep your wipes and diapers?' 'In there,' said Tim, still sniffling and pointing through the open door at a wardrobe. 'Good,' said Sarah. 'Now sit on the toilet and try to finish weeing, if you have any left,' she added. Sarah waited while Tim shuffled to the toilet, sat, and peed a little, then led him back into the bedroom. Tim stood miserably half naked while Sarah found in the bottom half of the wardrobe a well organised store of diapers, talc, lotion and wipes. Picking up what she needed including a folded towel, she returned to Tim. She put the towel on the bed and opened up a diaper, flattening it out and putting it on the towel. 'Here, please,' she said, and guided Tim into position on the diaper. Tim wasn't looking at her, but his tears began again. 'Do you cry every time someone changes your diaper?' asked Sarah crossly as she moved Tim's legs apart. 'No, it's just...' said Tim. 'Bottom up!' Sarah interrupted him. She noticed how smooth Tim's legs were. His groin was almost hairless too. At first she thought Judy must shave him, or make him shave, then she realised that he did have some body hair, including some pubic hair, but it was just very fine and blonde. Her own dark haired late husband had looked like a hairy gorilla in comparison, she thought. 'Still, please' she told Tim as he squirmed slightly while she was dusting his groin with talc. Tim lay quiet and still as Sarah pulled the diaper up between his legs and attached the tabs. 'All done' she said, patting the flat, puffy front of the diaper. 'Let's hope you can stay dry until Judy gets home. OK?' She helped Tim up off the bed. 'My pants,' said Tim. 'No,' said Sarah firmly. 'It's quite warm inside, and your diaper is quite enough. Seeing your diaper might remind you to be a little more grownup and responsible. I asked you if you needed to do wee and you still managed to wet yourself. If you were my child, you'd have earned a spanking for that little performance.' 'I'm not a child,' said Tim grumpily. 'Tim, enough,' said Sarah. 'Now go back and play on the rug until dinner time.' Tim stood looking at his mother in law. He didn't know what to say to her - he just felt defiant. 'Well?' said Sarah. 'Off you go and play with your blocks. Unless you really do want a spanking. Is that what you want?' 'They're not blocks,' Tim said quietly. 'Tim, you heard what I said,' said Sarah. 'Now off you go, or I'll get really cross.' Tim waddled unhappily out of the bedroom in his thick diaper. Walking around heavily diapered, especially without pants on to cover the diaper, did make him feel like a child - a toddler, in fact. He sat on the rug again, away from the wet patch, and picked up some Lego pieces. He glanced at Sarah's powerful legs across from where he was sitting. She was wearing adult clothes, he thought. She'd have thin panties on, and pantyhose and a bra. She had adult clothing over those, and was wearing shoes with heels. Tim was wearing a diaper and a top, with bare feet - exactly the outfit a toddler would wear. As he looked down at his puffy diaper and smooth, bare legs, and the Lego pieces scattered around him, tears ran down his cheeks. It was hard to convince himself that he wasn't a toddler. He had a sudden memory of sitting on the floor playing in front of his mother. He felt that nothing had changed, and a wave of helpless feelings washed over him, resolving into a simple longing for Judy, or his mummy. His wife and the memory of his mother seemed to merge into one. To give himself some comfort, he put the tip of his thumb between his lips, then slid his thumb farther in. He knew it was a childish habit, but the worst his mother in law could do was tell him to stop it. He didn't dare look at her, but he heard nothing. To be continued.
  12. MIL Chapter 1 ''Because I asked her to and because I'm not happy about leaving you here by yourself,' Judy told her husband. 'Now tidy up your toys unless you want her to think you're untidy as well as irresponsible.' 'I'm not irresponsible,' replied Tim, sitting on the big rug on the floor of the living room and grudgingly putting Lego pieces into the cardboard box next to him. 'Tim, I haven't got time for this,' said Judy. 'Just do as you're told, please.' Judy brushed her slender, manicured hands over the grey satin of her tight skirt. 'And I want you to behave for Mum,' said Judy. 'OK?' 'I still don't know why I can't go,' said Tim unhappily. 'The other husbands are going.' 'Yes, they are,' said Judy, thinking of the handsome bevy of men who would be at her work function. 'But they're not you. I'm not going through this again. Just do as you're told, and try to behave tonight. I don't want any bad reports. Got it?' 'OK, OK,' said Tim. There was no point arguing with Judy. She held all the cards. Tim tried to ignore the rising feeling of helplessness he experienced whenever he thought about what their marriage had become. 'And if you need the bathroom, make sure you get up and go, OK?' said Judy, now ready to leave. 'You insisted on wearing grownup underwear, so show me you are at least mature enough to stay dry till bedtime. Here's Mum now,' she added as the doorbell rang. Judy approached Tim and squatted to kiss him on the cheek. 'Be good,' Judy said, patting the bottom of Tim's track pants as she stood. 'I'll be back to put you to bed,' she added. Tim was glad of that. At least the secret of their marriage would stay their secret. It was bad enough Mrs Evans thinking he was not a good enough husband for her daughter without her knowing that for the last three months he'd needed to wear a diaper at night. Tim got the last of the Legos into the box and put it out of sight next to the sofa as he heard Judy opening the door and talking to her mother. 'Thanks again, Mum,' he heard Judy say as the front door closed. Tim stood up and took a deep breath, preparing for the inevitable. He quickly put his fingers to his crotch, just in case. All dry, he thought, not that he expected to have had an accident. He'd been to the bathroom while Judy was dressing. That was responsible, he thought resentfully. 'Hello, Tim,' said Sarah Evans, looking at Tom without much of a smile. She was tall and well built, like her daughter, and like Judy, a couple of inches taller than Tim. She was wearing tight jeans and a cream knitted top over her generous bust. As usual, Tim felt intimidated by her. Not only was she taller than him, but she was probably stronger and probably a few sizes bigger than Tim in pants and tops. She wasn't chubby, either, despite her wide hips and thick thighs. She still worked out and her body was firm and trim. 'Have you got a kiss for me?' Sarah asked, walking towards Tim and bending slightly to his level. 'Hi Mrs Evans,' said Tim. He'd never called her Sarah. Tim kissed the proffered cheek, tasting the makeup and inhaling Sarah's strong perfume. 'Good boy,' said Sarah. She put down her handbag and sat on the sofa. 'Now, I think we can begin by you telling me about your day,' she said, patting the sofa beside her. Tim sat next to her. She was just as controlling as Judy, he thought angrily. 'Do this, do that.' It wasn't worth resisting. She just got worse. 'Well,' began Tim. 'This morning I did some stuff in the garden with Judy, then I helped her, you know, in the kitchen, then we had lunch, then...' Tim paused. He'd spent most of the afternoon on the floor with the box of Legos. Judy had been sitting at the table in the sun near the window, doing bookwork. Tim had been watching TV, but it was distracting Judy and she'd told him to turn it off. She'd suggested the Legos because she didn't want Tim 'wandering around making a mess'. That was her term for him being out of her sight. They'd always been close, and Tim liked being in her company, but sometimes it felt as though she wanted to keep an eye on him. Fortunately, he'd soon become absorbed in building a house with the Legos, and the afternoon had gone by without him being aware of it. 'Then?' prompted Sarah. Tim resented having to give an account of himself like this, and saying he was playing in the floor with Legos made him sound like a child. 'I was, well, I was doing some construction stuff with, you know, building models,' said Tim, wondering how he could change the topic. When Tim was working, he'd been in the construction industry, and he hoped that his description would satisfy Sarah and they could talk about something else. 'Building models?' asked Sarah. 'What do you mean?' Tim felt embarrassed, but couldn't think of a ready alternative to the truth. 'You know,' he said, 'Legos. They're building models.' Sarah laughed. 'Oh, your Legos,' she said. 'Judy said she'd got you some of those. Did you play with them all afternoon?' Tim felt doubly annoyed, first at Judy for telling Sarah that she'd bought him Legos - why was she even discussing them with her mother, and secondly at Sarah saying he was 'playing'. He was an adult, not a child, and he used the Legos because they were constructive and interesting, not to 'play' with. 'Yes,' said Tim, still trying to think of something else to talk about. 'Well,' said Sarah, 'It will be a while before dinner, and Judy said you'd watched plenty of TV lately. Why don't you get them out and keep playing. I'll let you know when it's time for dinner.' Tim knew that Sarah's suggestion was really a command. Just as with Judy, he felt he didn't have a choice. The only option would lead to an argument, a bad report to Judy, and nothing good coming from it for Tim. 'OK,' said Tim, looking over at the cardboard box he'd carefully put to one side of the sofa. 'Good boy,' said Sarah again. At least he got a bit of praise out of it, thought Tim, even if it weren't the most sincere sort. Unhappily, he dragged the box across the rug and started removing pieces from it. 'What are you going to make, honey?' asked Sarah, who Tim didn't think could really be interested. 'I dunno,' he said, 'A house.' 'OK,' said Sarah. 'You enjoy doing that and I'll get on with my book.' Sarah settled back to read a book she'd brought with her, and Tim, with no choice, began to build a house from the pieces he took from the box. Tim had been working for ten minutes or so when Sarah looked up from her book. 'Judy said you're back in diapers at night, Tim,' she said conversationally. Tim felt the floor fall away, and he blushed furiously. 'I'm not 'back in diapers',' Tim responded angrily. 'Well, since you were younger,' said Sarah, taking off her reading glasses and looking at him. To be continued.
  13. This is a very different story. I'm hooked. Thank you!
  14. A Stay At The Clinic Chapter 3 A few minutes after the excitement of the new arrival, the noise in the room had fallen to a low hubbub. Noel was concentrating on his task, as he usually did, carefully trying to keep his colouring between the lines. His fine motor skills weren't what they were, and he'd made a few slips with the stripes on his tiger, which he was trying to join back into the official stripes. 'That's cheating!' said Hannah, pointing at Noel's efforts. Noel turned to her, and couldn't help noticing the profile of her breast under the t short she wore beneath her overalls. It was a full, rounded breast and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Something stirred in Noel, and he suddenly felt different as he looked down at his partly coloured tiger. He looked up and around the room. What am I doing here, he wondered. He was the finance officer of a large company that manufactured bolts and fasteners. He was accompanying his wife Ann, an accountant to a clinic out of town. He would have waited in the car, but came inside with her nevertheless. Now he was sitting in a room colouring in a tiger. Something was clearly wrong. He had to leave, now. Noel stood up. 'Where are you going?' asked Hannah. Noel just looked at her, then he headed for the door. By the time Amanda and Trish had realised what was going on, Noel had gone. Trish went to the door, then came back in. 'Can't see him,' she told Amanda. 'It's OK,' said Amanda. 'He's new. I'll tell the office.' Noel had ducked around the nearest corner, hurried along a short corridor to an outside door, and was now in a small grassed courtyard. Three women in white uniforms were sitting around a small outside table, drinking coffee. Noel looked back to see people in the corridor he'd just left, and had to go past the women to get to the only other door. Two of the women got up as he neared the table. They now blocked his way to the door. 'Hullo,' one of the women said. 'What's your name?' Noel stopped in his tracks. His moment of clarity was giving way to his old foe, anxiety. 'I want to go home,' he said. 'I'm not supposed to be here. It's a mistake. I have to go.' Noel looked urgently at the door behind the women. They looked at his thickly diapered hips, and the blue poster paint on his fingers. 'I can help you, honey, but you need to tell me your name. Can you do that? My name is Sonia, and this lady is Ellen,' she said, pointing to the woman standing next to her. 'Noel,' Noel answered. 'I'm a, a, I'm not a child. We've been colouring in, but Ann is here and I'm just waiting and I don't need diapers it's just in case...' Noel felt himself becoming confused. His escape plan was unravelling. 'Where's Ann?' he asked. 'It's OK, Sonia!' called a voice from the door behind Noel. Chloe hurried to the scene. Sonia and Ellen stood back as Chloe arrived. 'Hullo, Noel,' she said. 'Look at your fingers! They're all blue!' 'I've been doing sky,' said Noel. 'Next to my tiger.' 'You remember me, don't you?' asked Chloe. 'Chloe,' said Noel deliberately. 'That's right,' said Chloe. 'Good boy! Now, what are you doing out here, Noel? Didn't you like the activities group?' 'No, I was just, I thought...I thought I was...' said Noel. Noel stood still, his bottom lip quivering. 'Noel Fisher, Room 202. Admitted today, Ann Fisher, wife,' the woman who had remained sitting at the table said quietly to the others, reading from her iPad. 'Yes,' said Chloe, nodding. 'I'll take care of him.' Chloe took Noel's blue fingers in her hand and gave them a squeeze. At the same time she put her free hand to the seat of Noel's denim pants, and felt the heavy, wet diaper underneath. 'Noel, do you want to go exploring?' Chloe asked. 'We might not see a tiger, but you never know.' It was a strange place, and Noel felt strange too. However, an invitation to go exploring, while safely holding Chloe's hand, was too good to turn down, and he followed Chloe back into the building. The nurses returned to their coffee break. 'Escapee,' said Ellen. 'Looks like it,' said Sonia. 'It happens, It's his first day.' 'Who is he again?' asked Ellen. 'Noel Fisher, 31, business executive. Breakdown, regressive behaviour, history of behavioural problems as a child, becoming increasingly dependent in marriage...' said Paula, the nurse with the iPad, reading from its screen. 'His wife committed him,' added Ellen. 'Hey, we're not supposed to talk about that stuff,' said Sonia. 'Come on, Sonia, it's only us, and we all read their records,' said Ellen. 'Motor skills, memory, vocabulary...' continued Paula. 'Toileting issues, diapers, the usual.' 'Well I love them all,' said Sonia. 'There speaks the ex-paediatric nurse,' said Paula with a laugh. 'Even when you're changing their diapers?' she asked. 'Especially then,' said Sonia. 'You just don't see how sweet they really are, Paula'. 'I'm a career nurse,' said Paula. 'Which means I'm here for the money. And because they don't beat you up.' 'Each to her own,' said Sonia. 'You'll change, Paula, if you stay here long enough. It's very different to ER. Try to connect with them. Be their friend. Most of them are really just little kids, and get scared, like Noel. They get all mixed up. Look how good Chloe is with them. Our job is to make them happy. Once they're really stable, and if they have the right carer or partner at home who understands where they are, they can go home and be happy there too, in spite of being in diapers or needing feeding or whatever.' 'What's his assessment, Paul,' asked Ellen. 'Assessed on previous visit. 5-10 years. That's query 5-10, query low side. He's in junior to see how he goes,' read Paula. 'Oh, put that away,' said Sonia. 'I'm going to see if he's OK.' Sonis left the group and went back inside. 'She used to wet the bed herself, 'til 17, and her pants,' said Paula. 'No wonder she's into this place.' 'Paula!' said Ellen. 'How do you know that?' 'It's on her staff record,' said Paula. 'You're a snoop!' said Ellen. 'You shouldn't even see those!'' 'It helps to know things,' said Paula. 'Have you read mine?' asked Ellen seriously. 'Former lght drug user, marijuana. Tattoo on left buttock,' answered Paula with a smirk. 'I'm going back to work,' said Ellen huffily. 'And I've got two tats.' To be continued.
  15. A Stay At The Clinic. Chapter 2 Noel looked around at the dark timber panelling of the cavernous entry hall of the clinic. There were doors to the sides, with brown wooden signs sticking out from them like 'Director of Clinic' and 'Patient Records'. It was very forbidding. Noel felt that the whole place was focussed on him - more particularly the pullup he was wearing, and which he could feel was a little wet. He wished, as he often did, that he could feel when he was wetting. For some time now, he'd only been able to tell that he was wet, not that he was actually peeing. How could things improve when he didn't even know when he was wetting, he thought. He hoped that they could get out of the place without another embarrassing change like at Jane's, he thought. Ann led him through an open doorway with a sign saying 'Reception'. 'Ah, Ann, good morning,' said a nice looking woman sitting behind a counter in the room. 'Helen's expecting you and will see you shortly.' The woman was wearing a white uniform with a name tag on her breast sayin Chloe. She looked at Noel with a kind smile. 'And you're Noel, aren't you?' she asked him. Noel had not met this woman on their previous visit, and was a little taken aback that she knew his name. This visit was about Ann's business, not him. He wondered how she knew who he was. 'Say good morning, honey,' Ann said, giving his bottom a soft tap with her hand. Noel wished he hadn't stopped to think about the lady knowing his name. Having Ann remind him of his manners made him feel like a child. He stood up straight, and said 'Good morning Ch...ch..' Both women laughed. 'It's a hard one, honey. It's Chloe,' said the woman in the white clothes. Noel blushed hotly. He thought he would do so well by using the name he read on the name tag. He knew he had trouble with 'ch'. Why didn't he think? An older woman appeared at the door. She was wearing a woolly looking skirt and jacket, like Ann's mom wore. She greeted Ann with a quick kiss, then turned to Noel, who was still worrying about his faux pas with Chloe's name. 'Hullo, Noel,' the woman said. 'Welcome back.' Noel looked up at the woman. She was very tall. 'You remember Dr Anderson, honey. Say hello,' prompted Ann. Noel felt cross. He remembered her. Why didn't anyone give him time to think? 'H,hello Dr Anderson,' said Noel. 'Caroline,' said Dr Anderson with a smile. 'I like your shirt.' 'Thank you,' said Noel. He liked the shirt too. Ann had given it to him for his recent birthday. It was blue with white stripes. He called it his 'stripey shirt'. 'It was my birthday present,' said Noel, and the three women smiled. The way they all smiled made Noel regret saying anything. It made him feel like a kid. 'Lucky boy,' said Caroline, and made Noel feel worse. It made him feel that in the room there were 'women', these adults with important jobs, and a little boy, him, telling them about his birthday present. He was conscious more than ever of his wet pullup. 'Now,' said Ann, 'Caroline and I have some business to discuss. I'm sure that Chloe can find something to keep you busy for a while.' 'Thanks Chloe,' said Dr Anderson as she and Ann left the room. 'Carol,' said Ann once they were outside Chloe's office, 'He needs a change. I didn't want to mention it in front of him in there because he's grumpy enough about being here. He can get quite upset about it and I didn't want a scene.' 'Don't worry,' said Dr Anderson. 'The girls here a very alert to wet diapers. He'll get a change soon enough. In any case, I'll mention it to Amanda in the junior activity area. That's where he's going.' 'Thanks, Carol,' said Ann. Noel had felt his usual pang of anxiety as he watched Ann leave with Caroline. Now as he stood looking at the empty doorway, Chloe came from behind the counter. 'Well,' she said to Noel, 'Ann will be a little while, and you don't want to sit in here getting bored. There are lots of things to do here. Would you like to join one of our groups in their morning activities?' Noel thought immediately of the people in the big open room they'd walked past in their previous visit to the clinic. He remembered seeing a lot of people sitting around on a floor playing with various things. His dominant memory was of a girl, or a woman, about his age crying, with a nurse in a white uniform squatting next to her. The girl was clutching a doll, and the nurse was consoling her about something. What stuck in Noel's mind was that the girl's dress was pulled up a bit, and he could see that she was wearing a thick diaper, like the ones Noel now wore at night. 'We'll get you changed, Ashley,' the nurse was saying. As they had continued past the group, Noel had turned to Ann and asked 'Are they retarded?' 'No, honey,' Ann had said. 'They just need some special care, just like you do sometimes. You're not retarded because you need diapers, are you?'' 'No,' said Noel. That was obvious. 'And the clinic is here to help them. To make sure they're happy and safe,' Ann had told him. There was nothing wrong with being happy and safe, thought Noel, as he followed Chloe down a long, dark panelled hall. She walked fast, thought Noel, as he followed along, holding her hand. He felt a bit dopey holding her hand, especially as they passed other busy looking people in the hallway who weren't holding anyone's hand as they walked along, but he'd taken it when Chloe held it out as soon as they'd left the reception office. He didn't let go because it was a strange place, and having a hand to hold made it a little less threatening. He wondered where they were going. 'I don't just want to play on the floor,' he said suddenly, thinking of the girl in the diaper. He wished he hadn't said that. Ann didn't like him making demands. 'I want, I want,' she'd tell him when he said things like that. Noel had become used to waiting for adults to tell him things rather than making demands. And he shouldn't have said 'play'. It made it sound like he was happy to play somewhere else. He didn't play at all. He was grown up. He'd had an important job. But Chloe only laughed. 'No, honey, I think you're too grown up for that group,' she said as they turned a corner into a more modern, brightly lit hallway. That was more like it, Noel thought. He found himself trying to remember what his important job was. 'I think you'll enjoy this more,' Chloe said, opening a door into a big room where people sat busy at tables. It was like a classroom, thought Noel. There were benches around the edges with lots of stuff on them, and big tables in the middle, each with four or five people sitting around busily drawing or making things. At least it looked interesting, thought Noel, and it wasn't just playing. There were girls and boys, mostly about his age but some younger and some older. There was lots of colour. The room was bright, the tables and chairs were coloured and most of the people at the tables we wearing brightly coloured clothes. Some of the girls had coloured ribbons in their hair. There was lots of chatter going on, and there were two nurses in white uniforms walking around. Noel couldn't help grinning. 'Everyone, this is Noel,' said Chloe, and everyone looked at Noel. One of the ladies in a white uniform went to a big whiteboard and wrote 'Noel' in blue capital letters on it. 'No-el, no-el,' one of the girls started singing, and several others joined in. Noel tried to move behind Chloe. 'Shush, girls,' said one of the ladies in charge. 'Is it Christmas?' a chubby boy in a bright blue top asked. 'No,' laughed Chloe. 'That's Noel's name. He's here to join the group today.' There was a chorus of 'Hello Noel!' and Noel felt a bit less embarrassed. 'Come and sit with us!' a girl at the nearest table said. 'We've got a spare seat!' someone else said. 'Well put you here, Noel,' said one of the ladies, ignoring the various friendly invitations from around the room. 'This is Hannah, and Sophie, and Steve over there,' the nurse said, indicating the three people nearest the vacant chair she pulled out for Noel. 'I'm sure you'll get to know the others.' 'I'm Stacey,' the girl at the end of the table announced. 'I'm the best colourer!. 'I'll get you some pens,' said Hannah as Noel sat down. 'We're doing animals.' Hannah got up and headed to one of the benches at the side of the room. She was wearing pink overalls with appliquéd kitten faces on them, and Noel could see the bulge of a thick diaper around her crotch and bottom. At least he was only wearing a pullup, he thought. 'What would you like, Noel?' one of the nurse's interrupted his thoughts. 'An elephant, or a tiger?' She held out two sheets of paper, each with the outline of an animal in the jungle. The tiger looked more interesting, thought Noel. A tiger had stripes, and an elephant was just grey. 'Tiger please,' Noel replied and the sheet of paper was put in front of him. 'Thank you,' said Noel. 'What nice manners,' said the nurse. 'Someone's taught you well.' 'Ann,' said Noel, pleased with the compliment. 'His mommy taught him nice manners!' said Steve from across the table. 'That's enough, Steve,' said the nurse. 'His manners are certainly nicer than yours.' Steve's response was to stick out his tongue at the nurse as soon as she turned around. 'OK, everyone, settle down please,' said the lady near the whiteboard. 'To finish the introductions for Noel, I'm Amanda and the lady over there is Trish. If you need to know anything, Noel, or need any help, just ask us. If you need a change, don't feel embarrassed, just ask us about that too.' 'Don't ask Trish,' Hannah said in a loud whisper to Noel. 'She's got cold hands!' 'I don't, I don't really need a diaper,' replied Noel. 'Don't you?' asked Hannah. 'You've got a wet bit on your bottom,' she added. 'I saw it when you sat down.' 'It's just a pullup,' Noel replied. 'I'm OK.' 'Amanda!' Hannah called out regardless, and Amanda came to the little group. 'I think he needs a change,' said Hannah. 'I don't,' objected Noel, as Amanda bent to inspect him. 'It's just a pullup.' 'I think you do, young man,' said Amanda, looking down at where the wet area on Noel's backside had been enlarged by him sitting down. She took his hand and helped him up. 'Thank you, Hannah. Come on, Noel.' Blushing again, Noel followed Amanda past the other tables, whose occupants ignored him, and into a side room. It was like a bathroom, but with low benches in it. Amanda stood Noel in the middle of the room, and tugged down his pants. 'That is a very wet pullup,' Amanda said as she patted the soaked garment then pulled it down Noel's legs as he stepped out of it. 'Is that all you wear during the day?' 'I went before I got here,' Noel offered. 'Well, while you're here, I think we'll upgrade you,' said Amanda. 'Hop up here please,' she said, bringing Noel to one of the low padded benches. She helped Noel climb up and arranged his legs on the padding. 'Your wife, Ann isn't it, changes you at home doesn't she?' asked Amanda as she efficiently but gently wiped Noel's groin and genitals. 'Yes,' said Noel. 'Well, this is no different,' Amanda said. 'Up we go,' she added, moving around Noel and lifting both his legs to wipe his bottom. She used a second wipe. 'Do you ever have a messy diaper, Noel?' Amanda asked. Noel blushed furiously. 'Only sometimes,' Noel replied. 'Only when, you know...' 'It's alright, sweetie. Everyone has accidents. But I think you need more than a pullup'' said Amanda. 'I think you'll find these very comfortable and reassuring.' Amanda took a thick white diaper from a shelf and after sprinkling talc on Noel, asked him to lift his bottom. She pulled the diaper up snug between Noel's thighs and secured the tapes. 'There we are,' Amanda said, helping Noel off the changing table. 'We wear plastic pants here too,' she said, holding out a pair for Noel to step into. 'Nearly done,' said Amanda. 'Your pants might be a bit tight over these. You really need stretchy pants or overalls.' Amanda tugged his pants up over the bulky diaper. Noel was glad for once to be wearing the denim pants Ann had bought for him. They had an elastic waist and no fly, just stitching in front to look like a fly and zipper. Noel thought they looked to juvenile for him, even a bit girly. They were OK over a pullup, but he'd never worn them over a proper diaper. The elastic waistband was at full stretch, he noticed as he looked down, and the whole front was just a smooth bulge. He did look like a girl down there. A chubby one. Amanda seemed to read his thoughts. 'You look fine honey. No one's going to be staring at your bottom. And you're certainly not the only one in the room in a diaper,' she said. Noel felt a bit better as Amanda put his shoes on for him. She neatened up Noel's clothing, tucking his shirt in a little. 'Can I have my shirt out?' he asked, wanting to cover as much of his bulging diaper as he could. 'Of course, honey'' replied Amanda, helping him pull out his shirt. 'You're good to go,' said Amanda, patting his bottom. 'Now, back to your tiger!' Noel forgot his concerns, and headed back with Amanda to his spot, again, no one paid any attention to him as he waddled slightly yo his chair. 'You can use my brown for the stripes,' said Hannah as he sat down. 'I've seen a real tiger, and this is just the colour.' 'I've got one at home!' said Steve, who was drawing extra spikes on his purple hedgehog. 'You have not,' said Sophie. 'Did she have warm hands?' asked Hannah. 'Yup' replied Noel. He started colouring in the tiger. This place isn't so bad after all, he thought. 'We're allowed to do finger painting for the sky if we want to, but we can't make a mess. I've just done mine,' said Hannah, pointing proudly to the blue sky on her sheet of paper. 'Do you want to do yours?' 'Yes!' said Noel eagerly, and dipped his finger in the little pot of blue paint Hannah slid over to him. He grinned as he used three fingers, then the fingers of both hands to make a nice swirly blue sky above his tiger in the jungle. 'I want some blue for my Sky!' said Sophie from the far end of the table, and the blue paint was passed across. Noel felt very happy with his ky, and went back the tiger stripes. To be continued.
  16. Well, I like a bit of variation. I've tried writing different scenarios - females being diapered etc, but I keep going back to the same basic plot. I like wearing pullups myself, but women in diapers seems boring compared with a man becoming diaper dependent. : )
  17. A Stay At The Clinic. Chapter 1 ''Why are we coming back here again?', Noel asked his wife as she drove through the security gate. 'This place creeps me out,' Noel added, eyeing with obvious displeasure the big white building coming into view through the trees. 'I still have some business to do here,' Ann replied calmly. 'As for creeping you out, I suggest you become a little more grown up and consider how things really are. This place does an excellent job for a lot of people who need special care." Noel was unrepentant. 'Well, I think it's creepy,' he said, thinking of the strange behaviour of the people he'd seen in the clinic's 'activity area' last time he traipsed along as Ann did her business. 'What do you have to do here anyway?' asked Noel 'Business, Noel,' said Ann. Noel returned to staring out the window. It had been almost six months since Ann had discussed any 'business' with him. He had got over his resentment of that, but he still didn't like the way Ann talked about her work - which they used to discuss together - as something that no longer concerned Noel. Worse, if he pushed the matter, he'd be told that whatever business it was was 'complicated' or would be 'too hard to explain.'. Noel was a former financial analyst, for God's sake. Fair enough, he'd lost some of his higher level functions, if he remembered correctly what the insurance company's shrink had said. At least what she had written, thought Noel. Naturally she didn't speak to him. She spoke to Ann, and emailed her a multi page report which Noel had managed to find on Ann's computer. It wasn't fair, Noel thought. Sitting in what had been their shared home office, and which had subtly over the months become Ann's domain, Noel had been carefully trying to make sense of the report. All he'd read was the last page. Even that had taken ages, because he needed a dictionary now for long words. Even then, some sentences, even ones people say, had become difficult to work out. The dictionary was hard enough to use, too. Anyway, Ann had found Noel in 'her' office and had been very cross. That was the first time she'd hit him. She'd punished him on the spot, bending him over and spanking his backside so hard that he cried for the first time he could remember. For once he'd been thankful for the limited insulation of the pullup he now wore in case of slight small accidents. Even accepting that he needed to wear those had been a struggle, and had turned out to be yet another example of Ann getting her way. There was no doubt about it. She wore the pants. She was the head of the household, and expected Noel to ask her permission for things. She didn't expect or like her authority to be questioned. Obviously that wasn't fair, Noel thought, but he couldn't do anything about it. He'd told the psychologist he saw every month about being spanked, expecting some sympathy. He'd had to work up the courage to say something so bad about Ann as her hitting him, but to his surprise, Jane, the psychologist asked him if he thought he deserved to be spanked for what he'd done. After all, Jane had told him, looking at Ann's computer without asking her was 'very naughty'. But she spanked me Jane!, Noel had responded, quite shocked that Jane was taking Ann's side. Worse, the whole discussion with Jane made Noel angry and anxious, which were exactly the conditions most likely to result in further problems. Sure enough, in spite of his efforts to stay calm, the discussion with Jane brought on the tears which came too readily now, and worse, a wet pullup. Jane had called Ann into their 'one on one' session and Ann had changed Noel's pullup right there, in front of Jane, then being told yet again to try to be a grownup and not to sulk. How could anyone not sulk when they were treated so badly, Noel had thought. He'd learned his lessons slowly. Ann was in charge of their business affairs. There was no question of that. She made the decisions for both of them, then told him what she'd done - if she thought he needed to know. That wasn't really fair either, although Noel knew he had trouble understanding numbers and words when they were all mixed up. Ann would tell him that she didn't have time to explain, or worse, that he 'wouldn't understand' as if adults had some special language only they knew. Noel began to get cross with himself as well. He did his best not to think of Ann and the other people around him as 'adults', but often found himself doing so. He'd tell himself he was an adult too, but it was hard to feel convinced of that wearing a wet pullup. He noticed that Ann had stopped the car in the gravel car park near the imposing front door of the clinic. Now she was turning to speak to him. 'I want you to come inside with me, and be on your best behaviour. OK?' Ann said, reaching out and moving some of Noel's lanky hair out of his eyes. Noel had heard that sort of thing before. 'I'm not grumpy,' he objected crossly. None of this was fair. 'Noel, I know that sulky look. I don't want to see it, OK? Just be good,' Ann said firmly. 'All right,' replied Noel just as firmly, not looking at Ann but staring out of the window. Ann looked steadily at the side of Noel's head for a moment and sighed. Noel shifted in the seat to get more comfortable. 'Do you need your pullup changed?' Ann asked him. 'It's fine,' said Noel. Ann's response was to reach over and squeeze Noel's crotch with one hand. 'For heaven's sake, Noel, you're soaked,' said Ann. 'We've talked about this. Are you going to start being responsible and tell me when you need a change, or do you want me to start checking your diaper every 20 minutes like a two year old's? 'It's not a diaper,' said Noel. 'It's a pullup.' 'Noel, stop it,' Ann told him. 'For your information, it is a diaper. It's just called a pullup. You need to wear diapers, Noel. It's called reality. You wet the bed every night, and now you wet most days as well. Remember what Jane said? She said you'd soon need to change to proper daytime diapers, and I think that time has come. I've already bought a supply of your new daytime diapers, and I've brought a couple today as spares. They'll have a room here we can use. I think this is the perfect time and place to make the change.' Noel began crying. Ann sighed again. 'I'm sorry you're upset, Noel,' she said, 'But we have to accept things as they are and deal with them in the most effective way. Now, I'm going to get you out of the car, and we're going inside. You've met Dr Carla and her nurse, so I expect you to be cooperative.' Ann caught the blank look from Noel. She breathed in. 'I expect you to be a good boy,' said Ann, 'And do what you're told, whether it's me, or one of the staff here telling you. OK?' 'OK,' conceded Noel, and took Ann's hand. 'Good boy,' she said as she closed the door and led Noel to the big entrance. 'And Noel, honey?' Ann said. 'Yes?' replied Noel. 'I want you to know that all I want is what's best for you. Do you understand that?' Ann said. 'Yes,' said Noel, wondering why she said that. He knew she loved him, in spite of his problems. Ann kissed him on the cheek. 'Now be good,' she said, and led him inside. To be continued. '
  18. There are a lot of typos in that chapter which I'll fix when I have time. Sorry! : )
  19. Changing Roles Chapter 6 After Jess had left, a slightly merry Sue had found Chris asleep, clutching Teddy and with his pacifier between his lips. Sue smiled. She assumed Jess had seen Chris's teddy and pacifier. That was good, she thought. She opened the drawer to see that the earphones for the tape player were no longer coiled neatly next to it. She wondered if Jess had listened to the tape and for how long. Sue peeled the top of her leotard to her waist and took off her sports bra. She woke Chris gently, and he sleepily suckled her breasts for ten minutes or so before Sue laid his head gently back on the pillow. She checked his diaper. He was wet, but not enough to need a change. Sue put the tape player under Chris's pillow and placed the fluffy earpieces over his ears. The tape fully rewound, and Sue felt a slight thrill. It was a three hour tape and she'd left it an hour in last time she'd used it with Chris. She hoped Jess had listened to it all. Sue turned the tape on, kissed Chris goodnight and went to her own bedroom. After a shower in her ensuite bathroom, Sue put on the cotton granny pants she'd taken to wearing. They were more comfortable than her old bikinis and things, and they felt more suitable for her new role as Chris's, well virtually his mommy, she thought. That was a nice thought, and she smiled about it as she got into bed. Chris woke the next morning after a night of very realistic dreams. He took the warm, fluffy pads from his ears and lay back, trying to remember the dreams. He couldn't remember any detail, but he remembered the pleasurable feelings of happiness and security. His pacifier had fallen out during the night, and he felt anxious as he looked for it. Pleased to have found it among the bedclothes, he put it in his mouth and was rewarded immediately with a feeling that all was well. He turned to get out of bed, and Teddy dropped to the floor, where he lay looking up at Chris. I'm getting up too, thought Chris. He wanted to be up like Teddy, and without thinking he clambered out of bed, putting one leg on the floor, then one arm. Then he was sitting on the floor with Teddy. We're both up now, he thought with a grin. With Teddy in one hand, he decided to call for Sue to see if she was up. He saw the door still ajar, and headed towards it. His diaper was very wet, and sagged between his legs as he crawled, oblivious to the fact that he wasn't walking. He was about to call Sue's name, when he stopped still. He couldn't remember her name. He knew who she was, and he knew she was the most important figure in his life, but he didnt know what to call her. A montage of images of her crossed his mind - kissing him, telling him she loved him, holding him while he suckled and looked up at her, and smiling at him as she changed his diaper. So he knew who she was, just not her name. Chris was quite proud of working that out. He would use her generic name. As he said the word, his pacifier dropped to the floor. 'Mommy!' he called from the doorway of his bedroom. He began wetting again, but didn't notice. In the kitchen now, Sue heard him call, and her heart jumped. She'd been told that the combined effect of being diapered, suckled and treated like an infant, along with the tape, could result in the subject identifying the caregiver as his mother. 'Coming honey!' Sue replied and almost ran to Chris's room. Chris picked up the pacifier and put it in his mouth again. When he heard Sue's voice, he made a happy gurgling sound and clutched Teddy harder. Sue was surprised to find Chris in the floor, but she didn't try to get him to stand. Instead, she thought to prolong the moment, and went to a box in the corner of the room. It contained one items she been recommended to buy for Chris, for 'when they were appropriate'. That time seemed to be now. Sue knelt next to the box and turned to Chris. 'Honey, before I change your diaper and get you breakfast, would you like to have a little play with Teddy?' she asked him. 'Little play' was one of the trigger phrases on the tape, and it seemed to work. Chris's eyes widened and he said.'Yes!' enthusiasticall as he crawled towards her. Sue reached into the box and gave Chris some coloured letter blocks and a bright red plastic train engine. She felt his heavy diaper and left him playing while she returned to the kitchen. After her squash game and shower, Jess had put on her briefs and her usual pad then pulled on her tracksuit. Still bemused about her shaved pubic hair, she drove home. She knew it was a good idea to shave down there. It was only her old fashioned ideas that had prevented her. She vaguely remembered thinking about it, then concluded that she probably had done it herself. In fact, she decided, she had done it, but was just to busy with work to remember. More than that, she was pleased to have done it. Yes, said that odd voice, you're a good little girl. Jess smiled. She knew she wasn't hearing voices in her head. That was just her better self complimenting her. It was the same with the music behind the voice. She'd heard a bit of that on the tape at Sue's and remembered it. It was such pretty music. Pretty, pretty, thought Jess idly as she drove. She liked pretty things. She decided to put a ribbon in her hair when she got home. She hadn't worn a ribbon for years. She spent the remainder of the trip deciding what colour ribbon it should be and how to arrange her hair with it. Arriving home, Jess made herself dinner and settled down in front of the TV. Eating with one hand, she put the other hand between the legs of her tracksuit, and was surprised to find that she was wet. I'd better change, she thought, and putting her dinner aside, went to the bedroom. She wasn't very wet, but there was a significant dark patch between the legs of her tracksuit. Jess wasn't particularly upset. She did get a little wet at times, and anyway it was part of growing up. She remembered that she was twenty one, but that was still not really grown up. Anyway, she wasn't really wet, just a bit. It was more than her pad could cope with, but nothing major. She took off her track pants and briefs, and used some damp toilet paper to wipe her bare crotch. I should get some proper wipes, she thought. That would be sensible. She decided to use a little talc before getting dressed again, then decided to wear a pair of pullups. I'll wear them for bed, anyway, she told herself. She was actually looking forward to the pleasant, secure feeling of the padding around her loins, and felt good as she took a pair from the wardrobe and pulled them up snug around her hips. She looked at herself in the mirror. They actually look nice as well as feeling nice, she thought with a smile. In fact, she thought, they made her grey trackie top look very dowdy, so she searched around her small wardrobe to find something brighter. Just the thing, she thought suddenly. The bright pink Hello Kitty shortalls she'd won on the netball trip to Japan the year before. Some of the Japanese her team members had become friendly with liked dressing in crazy, almost childish clothes, and they were a little miffed that Jess hadn't worn the garment home on the plane. She'd worn it that night, when they'd all had a bit much saki. Jess was glad to have won the prize, and had kept the clothing as a memento, but now, standing in her bra and pullups in front of the mirror and holding up the shortalls, she could see that it was actually kind of fun. It was pretty too. Jess giggled at the big coloured ears of the kitty on the bib which flopped out separate from the garment. She couldn't wait to put it on. Jess stepped happily into the garment, then stopped. She took off her bra. I'm only at home, she thought, and a bra didn't really seem to suit the shortalls. She pulled them up and did up the straps, then arranged the bib over her breasts. She looked at the result in the mirror and grinned. She turned around a couple of times, and waggled the kitty's ears with her fingers. You could see the top of her pullup at the sides of the shortall, but that didn't matter. One more thing, she thought, and found a pink ribbon in her underwear drawer. It didn't take long to tie opit attractively in her hair. 'All done!' she said aloud as she completed the job. She looked again in the mirror. 'Pretty girl!' she said. She knew how pleased some of her babysitting girls were when they were told they looked pretty, and although they were younger, Jess felt that she looked as pretty as any of them. She returned to the television and the rest of her dinner. The police drama that was on didn't interest her, so she switched around until she found a rerun of the Lion King. That movie had good memories for her, and was a good movie anyway. She was settled comfortably watching it when the doorbell rang. Jess thought it was Mike until he heard Sue's voice. She jumped up and went to the door. She liked Sue. 'Well!' said Sue, surprised to see Jess's attire. 'Don't you look pretty!' 'I am pretty,' Jess assured her, and spun around in front of Sue with her arms outstretched. Sue noticed the pullup under the shartalls, as well as the lack of a bra. 'Sorry to bounce in on you,' said Sue, 'But I was going past and I thought I'd pay you last night. I thought you might like the money.' 'Oh yes, thanks,' said Jess. 'Would you like some coffee? I've even got some chocolate too.' 'Thank you,' said Sue. 'That would be lovely.' The pair were soon sitting with their coffee. 'The Lion King,' said Sue as Jess turned off the television. 'That's an old one but a good one.' 'Yes,' said Jess. 'It's actually one of my favorites.' 'Thanks for looking after Chris so well,' said Sue. 'I know he's not, well, the usual babysitting job you get.' 'Oh, he's fine,' said Jess. 'I know he's had some troubles, but he's really sweet. I mean, he's, well, like you said, he is little, well, like someone little, in lots of ways.' 'He is,' said Sue. 'He has had a tough time. He's lost his job, he's, well, he has lost a lot of things in the adult world.' 'But he's gained others,' said Jess. 'Yes, he has, Jess. I think that's a very perceptive comment. He has gained, in different ways,' said Sue. 'Regained, almost,' said Jess. Sue looked at her. 'I think you saw his teddy and pack last night, didn't you?' asked Sue. 'Yes, I did,' replied Jess. 'He likes them. And it sort of fits, I mean he's in diapers. He doesn't seem to mind that.' Sue laughed. 'Oh, he put up a bit of a fuss at first,' she said. Sue paused. 'Actually, I've got some help with him accepting the changes that are happening. Some, well, professional help,' Sue said. She caught another glance at Jess's pullup. 'The doctor?' said Jess. 'Yes,' said Sue, 'But another lady too. A psychologist.' 'Oh,' said Jess. 'That would help.' 'She's been very helpful,' said Sue. 'She's given me some tapes. You know, cassette tapes, and a player.' Jess swallowed. Ever truthful, she looked at Sue. 'Er, Sue, I saw those when I was looking for the nightlight. In the drawer,' she said. 'I wasn't really snooping. I just opened the drawer. I, erm, listened a bit too.' Sue smiled to herself. 'Did you listen to the whole tape?' she asked. 'Actually, I don't know,' said Jess. 'I heard a bit, but then I went to sleep. I woke up just before I saw you. Chris slept the whole time though,' she added. 'It's, erm, lovely music. I hadn't heard anything like that before.' Sue smiled St Jess. 'Did you like what the lady was saying?' she asked. Jess blushed slightly. 'Well, I couldn't understand what she was saying,' Jess said awkwardly. 'It wasn't very clear. Sue, I apologise for looking in the drawer. I shouldn't have played the tape.' Sue put her hand on Jess's arm. 'It's fine, Jess. Honestly. I'm glad you heard it. It is lovely music,' she said. 'That makes me feel better,' said Jess. 'I don't like doing wrong things.' Sue laughed, and put her arm around Jess. 'Don't be silly,' she said. 'It's fine. And we're friends, aren't we?' 'Yes,' said Jess, and Sue saw that her eyes were watering., 'Jess, are you OK?' she asked. 'What's up?' 'Nothing, sorry,' said Jess. 'It's just that, well, I know people at work, and Mike, but I guess I haven't got too many real friends.' 'You've got me,' said Sue. Jess blinked and nodded. 'Jess, is everything OK?' asked Sue with concern. 'Yep,' said Jess. 'Jess, I noticed that you're wearing a pullup. Is that part of any trouble? We are friends, and you can talk about anything to me.' Jess was quiet for a minute. 'Erm, well, I, I always wear a pad, you know, because I sometimes, I dunno, I get a little bit wet, not my period, but because...' she looked away from Sue. 'I understand,' said Sue. 'It's common. Pads are common. But a pullup...' 'I sometimes, well, I used to wet the bed a bit, older than other kids, and it was hard because I was looking after the others...' Sue reassured Jess, who continued after a few moments. 'Then on the way home last night, I wet my pants, you know, properly, and I thought I'd better wear a pullup to bed and I did, and it was wet this morning, and then after squash I wet my tracksuit a bit, and I put, I found this and put it on to cheer up, and I thought, well, I wanted to feel safe so I put on another pullup. I'm sorry you saw it, Sue. It's just...' Jess finished her hurried little speech. 'Now you know,' she said. 'Even a friend would freak, so...' 'I'm not freaking, Jess,' said Sue. 'Far from it. I think you're being a very good little girl about this. And, little miss, I think you look very pretty in those lovely shortalls.' Jess's face was suffused with a mixed expression of relief and happiness that seemed to well from deep within her. She heard snatches of the lovely music in her head again. 'Thank you Sue,' Jess said, impulsively hugging her. 'As I said,' Sue replied, 'That's what friends are for. Now, let's be practical. If you're having problems, I think you need to see someone. You must have some good contacts at work, or if you prefer, you could see Chris's doctor. In the meantime, if pullups make you feel secure while this is going on, I think you should wear them for the time being.' 'You mean, all the time?' asked Jess. 'Yes, I do,' said Sue. 'It shouldn't be a problem at work under your uniform, and a spare or two would fit in your little bag,' Sue added, pointing to the dining table and the small leather bag Jess usually carried. 'OK,' said Jess quietly. It did seem like a sensible idea. 'Now, honey, are you wet now?' asked Sue. Jess looked at her. 'Now?' she repeated. 'Yes, honey. You've just covered a lot of personal stuff, and sometimes...' said Sue as Jess pressed the crotch of her shortalls. 'A little bit, I think. But not a lot,' she said, blushing again. 'Let's see,' said Sue, reaching towards Jess. 'It's OK,' we are friends,' she added as she slid a couple of fingers inside the leg of Jess's shortalls. 'It's definitely time for a change,' Sue said. 'Sue...' began Jess. 'Sshh, honey,' said Sue. 'Relax. Just this time I want you to let me help you. I know you're anxious, but I just want you to relax. Now let's get your pretty shortalls off.' Jess stood silently, blushing again as she let Sue undress her then gently lay her back on the sofa. Sue took off Jess's pullup, and patted her tummy. 'Have you got another pullup, honey? Sue asked. 'In the wardrobe in the bedroom,' replied Jess. Sue smiled, and found the pack of 20 in the wardrobe. It was half empty. Sue smiled again. 'And some talc?' asked Sue, returning to the living room. 'In the bathroom,' said Jess. 'Now just lie still,' said Sue, and efficiently and gently patted Jess's bare crotch with talc and settled a dry pullup around her hips. 'Done,' said Sue. 'We might as well get you ready for bed now,' she added. 'I saw your nightie in the bathroom. I found this. It might make you feel a bit brighter than a boring old nightie. Sue produced a bright yellow, long t shirt. Jess smiled when she saw it. 'Good,' said Sue, and helped Jess put it on, pulling it down over her bare breasts. 'There,' said Sue. Jess stood in front of Sue, feeling quite odd. 'If those pullups aren't enough for evernight, well have to think about something else,' said Sue matter of factly. Jess looked at her. 'Diapers?' she asked. 'In the short term,' said Sue. 'Until you've seen the doctor.' They sat back on the sofa, and ate a few chocolates. Jess was relieved that she didn't feel embarrassed sitting in a t shirt and pullup in front of Sue. Not long after, when Sue was leaving, she told Jess with a laugh that she'd been a good little girl about the whole issue. Jess felt a surge of happiness, and gave Sue a warm hug. 'Sweet dreams, baby,' said Sue as she left. 'Thank you,' said Jess. She slept soundly, with very sweet dreams. She woke wet, with the sheet a little wet too, but was glad that at least she'd broached the problem with an adult. Well, someone older than her, anyway, she corrected herself. It seemed sensible and even normal to put her pullup on under her nursing uniform, and she happily left for work, with a pink ribbon carefully tied in her hair. To be continued.
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