SallyKAT

Thanks for your forensic analysis, Babypants. It's appreciated - seriously. I've removed 'late' from Chapter 2. At this stage of this type of story, it's hard to progress much farther, since Chris is fairly well into toddlerhood. Irt's not one of those 'return to the womb' stories. I think that a reveal of sorts is in order, as you suggest,. Sal XX

A nice little story, and well written. Thanks Christi.

An excellent story. Please keep it going!

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 17 More weeks passed. Then some more. Life at Abigail's house had settled into something of a routine for Chris and the women around him. Chris would wake and after a shower or bath, he'd be changed into a fresh diaper and either play in his room, go downstairs and play with Anna or otherwise amuse himself. He'd be fed or changed as required, and sometimes enjoy suckling Abigail or Gwen if they had the time. From time to time, Chris entertained vague thoughts of going 'back home', but increasinlgy, the concept of 'home' meant less to him, as his present surroundings began to constitute 'home' in his mind. Similarly, his thoughts of his life as a young adult had first become thoughts of 'when I was big' and were now only a vague idea that things had been different once. Reality was a powerful influence on his perception of himself. He was diapered at night and during the day, and no longer used the toilet like the bigger people he lived with. He was completely reliant on the three women in the house. They helped him dress, eat and even move around. Apart from his diaper forcing him to waddle, he wasn't as steady on his feet as he had been, and invariably held someone's hand if he needed to walk around. Anna was right. He was three years old. He was a toddler. One afternoon, he'd been playing with his dolls on the living room floor, when Gwen had called him. She was sitting on the sofa at the far end of the living room. Chris had begun to stand up, but after spending an hour or so on the floor, he was unsteady and missing his footing, he fell back on his padded bottom. He was a little shocked, and Gwen laughed at his surprise. He looked so cute sitting open-mouthed on his diapered behind, still clutching his favourite doll. 'Don't get up, honey,' said Gwen. 'Just stay on the floor and come over here.' Chris was unsure what she meant, but he put one arm forward, then one knee. He grinned. It was a lot easier than trying to balance on one foot after the other, and almost as quick. 'Well done, baby!' said Gwen as Chris crawled the few metres to the sofa in short order, and sat looking up at Gwen. 'Good girl!' Gwen added. The women often referred to Chris as a girl. He didn't mind. In fact, he liked it. It felt right; he was a girl. He certainly wasn't a boy. He agreed with Anna that boys were awful. She'd pointed out boys in pictures in books and on TV. They had ugly short, often spiky hair, and they didn't wear anything pretty but had horrible, plain clothes in ugly colours. They shouted a lot too. Since Gwen had made the suggestion that day, Chris crawled rather than walked whenever he could. Even outside, playing on the lawn with Anna, he now crawled from place to place. He could see that Anna walked like Abigail and Gwen, but they were all bigger and better at it than he was. So Chris sat expectantly in front of Gwen. He liked being with Auntie Gwen. On this occasion, Anna was at school and Auntie Abigail was at the shop. Gwen had changed Chris not long before and fed him his lunch. 'Would you like a cuddle, honey?' asked Gwen, moving some cushions on the sofa to make room for Chris. Grinning, Chris clambered onto the sofa as Gwen undid the top buttons of her blouse and made Chris comfortable against her near term tummy. Soon Chris was happily suckling on Gwen's big, soft breast. He closed his eyes, and as always, was transported into a fuzzy world where there was only Gwen's breast, his lips, and his thoughts of comfort and security. Gwen rested her hand on Chris's padded crotch, and smiled as she felt the spreading warmth beneath her fingertips. She moved her other hand to the taut denim covering her own, less padded pubic mound, and pressing her fingers against her clitoris, made short, rythmic strokes in time with Chris's gentle suckling. Gwen was soon transported into a wonderful place as well. After ten minutes or so, Gwen eased Chris away from her breast and looked at him. She brushed his long hair away from his face, and tidied it into the colourful scrunchie Abigail or Anna had put it in earlier that morning. Chris had a fringe now, which kept the hair from his eyes, but it was still long everywhere else. 'I've got a surprise for you,' Gwen said, wiping the milk from around Chris's lips and stroking his soft, hairless cheek. As a young man, Chris hadn't had much of a beard, and the tablets Abigail gave him had gradually reduced that slight growth to nothing. Other than the hair on his head and his eyebrows, Chris now had no body hair at all. Gwen thought of her own thick pubic bush, and her regular leg waxings, and considered how lucky Chris was to have such smooth, soft and hairless skin. Apart from his soft little willy and the wrinkled little sac behind it, Chris was just like any other little girl. Along with the disappearance of his light body hair, the tablets had encouraged a soft layer of puppy fat to gently alter Chris's figure. As well as a swelling little bottom, he now had two little bumps on his chest - not enough to need a bra yet, but sufficient that modesty required him to wear a top when he and Anna played in the collapsible pool Abigail and Gwen rigged in the back yard when the occasional warm spell permitted it. Chris's swimsuit had a pretty frilled valance around the waist and the pink top stretched over his little boobies. She looked cute enough to eat in her pretty swimsuit, Gwen thought. 'Upstairs,' said Gwen, taking Chris's hand and leading him up the carpeted steps. 'First, we'll change your diaper, then, your surprise.' Chris followed eagerly, clutching Gwen's hand and negotiating one step at a time. Gwen changed Chris on the floor of his bedroom, then went to the wardrobe and produced a soft looking garment in pale pink with frills and a pattern of dancing yellow ducklings. Chris, naked except for his diaper and plastic pants, put up his arms for Gwen. Instead of buttoning between his legs, this garment fell straight down over his diaper like his nightie. Next, Gwen produced a pair of long white pants, but they were more like long socks joined together at the top. Gwen put the sock parts over Chris's bare feet, and he stood holding onto Gwen's shoulders as she pulled the long socks up his legs. The top was like a pair of panties, and Gwen pulled that part up over his bulky diapered bottom, then pulled the nightie part down at the front and the back. 'There we are honey' said Gwen, turning Chris to the mirror. 'You look absolutely gorgeous. What do you think?' Chris looked in the mirror. He was pleased to see that he looked a bit like Anna and Jo in their school uniforms. He looked almost as grown up as they did. He grinned. He even knew what the garment was called. It was a dress, a proper big girl dress. He could still see his diaper below the edge of the dress, but it was covered by the long socks/panty thing and looked fine. It didn't even look like a diaper, Chris thought. Gwen gently turned Chris around. He kept his eyes fixed on his reflection. 'What do you think, honey? How do you look?' asked Gwen. 'Pretty,' said Chris, still staring at his reflection. 'You certainly do, sweetie,' replied Gwen. 'And how old are you, baby?' 'Three,' said Chris emphatically. He knew that for sure. Anna had told him lots of times. Gwen smiled. Things were turning out just as Abigail had said they would. The dress Abigail had made looked lovely on Chris. 'And when will you be four, honey?' asked Gwen, stroking Chris's shiny hair. 'Soon,' said Chris happily, turning around again to admire his reflection. 'And how old are Anna and Jo?' she asked. 'Six!' said Chris 'That's right, honey, although Jo is seven. And how old are Auntie Abi and I?' Gwen asked. Chris thought for a moment. 'Big,' he said. 'Ten?' Gwen laughed. 'We're a bit older than that, but near enough,' she said. 'Do you want to stay in your new clothes?' 'Yes!' replied Chris with a happy grin. 'Show Auntie Abi and Anna!' Gwen laughed again. Chris was starting to skip words in his speech, just as Abigail had predicted and which Gwen found both fascinating and irresistibly cute. He was having trouble with longer words too, Gwen had noticed, both pronouncing them and it seemed, understanding them. Gwen found it natural to simplify her speech when talking to Chris. Abigail and even Anna did the same thing, Gwen had noticed. She looked absolutely delightful, thought Gwen. 'Come on, lets go back downstairs, she said, taking Chris's hand. 'Dolly,' said Chris. 'That's right, baby,' said Gwen with a laugh. 'You can play with dolly. Off we go!' She helped Chris down the stairs, and soon Chris was happily settled on the carpet in the living room with one of his dolls in each hand. Gwen made herself comfortable on the sofa, after unzipping her jeans. She sat back with one hand inside her pull-up and panties, watching Chris play. He paid no attention to what Gwen was doing. He didn't seem to notice sexual activity now, solo or between Gwen and Abigail. He showed no interest other than in her breasts even when Gwen stripped naked to shower when Chris was in the bath. Once, months ago when he'd seen Gwen naked in the bathroom for the first time, he'd wanted to investigate her pubic hair with his soft fingers. Now, he seemed to have accepted that big people were just like that, and showed no further interest. Chris had paused in his game, and swivelled from his sitting position to his hands and knees and began to crawl with the dolls to a new location. He stopped in mid crawl and after a moment, looked at Gwen. 'Poopy,' he said. 'Oh, baby, you are a lot of work,' said Gwen, pressing her fingers a little more firmly on her clitoris. 'I'll change you in a little while. Just keep playing, honey, but you're a good girl for telling me.' Chris grinned, and returned to his game, sitting back up with his tights-clad legs splayed. Sitting in a messy diaper didn't bother him now. It just happened. Chris was aware of a strange voice in his head telling him he should feel embarrassed for messing his diaper in front of Gwen, but he dismissed the voice which retreated plaintively to nothing. He wasn't sure who the voice was, but he knew it was a boy. He didn't like boys. Gwen came, with a short moan, and sat for a moment before zipping up her jeans. To be continued.

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 16 The weeks passed. Chris woke in a wet diaper, as usual. He rolled towards the white painted timber slats that Abigail had fitted to his bed after he had fallen on to the floor one night. Chris was quite happy with the railing. Falling out of bed had made him quite wary of getting near the edge of the mattress, but with the railing he had no concerns. He knew that no one else in the house had rails on her bed, but he was also aware that they were all 'bigger' than he was. Chris had come to rely on his diapers to avoid having wet pants, and now found their bulk comforting and reassuring. He wouldn't dare go out in public without his diaper on. He'd quite forgotten that not so long ago, he felt incredibly nervous on the few occasions he had been out in public secretly wearing diapers much thinner than the thick ones he wore now, and he now wore plastic panties as well. He enjoyed being changed by Abigail and Gwen. It gave him a kind of fresh start. He felt quite grownup in dry pants, even if they were diapers instead of grown-up panties. Anyway, there wasn't really much difference between his dry diaper and Anna's dry panties, he told himself. Chris had fitted into the household well. It seemed that Gwen and Anna were practically houseguests. They didn't live far away, but often stayed overnight; Gwen stayed with Abigail in her room and there was a second guest bedroom which Anna used. Anna's bedroom had pop stars and horses on the walls instead of the fairies and bunnies on the walls and the doll's house in Chris's room. Being in Anna's room was a treat for Chris. It made him feel a bit more equal to Anna. Gwen helped Abigail in the shop more and more, as well as with housekeeping, and Anna helped around the house when she returned from school. Chris understood his role. He played with Anna and otherwise did as he was told. His rewards were praise from Abigail and Gwen, and winning both praise and respect from Anna. He valued especially a good word from Anna. Adults were pleased when anyone younger was obedient - he knew that - but he liked to think of Anna as his peer, and felt proud when she told him how clever he was in some game. Chris always felt happy when he heard Anna's voice in the hallway, followed by the thud of her schoolbag on the floor under the coatrack. She was invariably hungry, and usually gave Chris some of whatever snack she'd prepared for herself in the kitchen. Chris lay in the morning sunlight, waiting for Abigail, Gwen or Anna to come in and lower the rails. Then he'd shower or bathe and be diapered for the new day. Life was good. Chris had long forgotten his clever plan. It didn't matter now, even if he could remember its intricate details. He was happy to have found the peaceful, loving home he'd never experienced. He thought of Abigail's and Gwen's soft breasts. He suckled both women now. He still called them Auntie Abi and Auntie Gwen, but inwardly he thought of them as his two mommies. Chris reached for the comforting pacifier that was tied by a ribbon to the rails near his pillow, and putting between his lips, he lay back with his eyes closed. 'Morning, sweetie!' said Abigail as she entered the room. Chris opened his eyes and smiled at Abigail. 'Up you get, honey,' she said, unlatching and lowering the white rail. Abigail looked at the sagging plastic panties beneath Chri's nightie as he swung his legs to the floor. As he stood unsteadily, Abigail held one of his hands and cupped the bulge under his bottom with her other hand. 'You're a messy baby this morning,' she said cheerily. 'Sorry,' said Chris. He always wet at night but sometimes messed his diaper too. It didn't feel much different to him, but he knew it made extra work for Abigail or Gwen. 'Never mind, honey. We'll soon have you nice and clean,' said Abigail. She'd stopped giving Chris laxatives and diuretics some time ago, and was pleased to see that he continued to mess his diaper during the day and occasionally at night. Chris was now functionally incontinent. His development made a good topic for Abigail and Gwen's pillowtalk, along with his increasing dependence on the two women and his obvious subservience to Anna. Chris was keen to be showered, changed and to go downstairs. He liked to say hello to Anna before she headed down the road to school. He left the bathroom as soon as Abigail had diapered and dressed him in yellow shortalls, this pair with buttons in the crotch. Chris waited impatiently at the top of the stairs. Chris had been finding the steep stairs a little intimidating, and preferred to have a hand to hold as he made his way up or down them. This morning, he heard another young voice downstairs. Anna's schoolfriend Jo had called in to accompany her on the walk to school. Chris felt anxious, as he always did in the presence of someone he didn't know. He was about to go back to his room, but Abigail appeared, grabbed his hand and they went downstairs. 'Jo's here, honey,' she told Chris as they negotiated the steps. 'She's at school with Anna. I know Anna's told Jo all about you, and she wants to meet you,' she added, wanting to ease Chris's nervousness about meeting new people. They reached the bottom of the stairs, to be confronted by the two girls in their tartan uniforms. Chris's bladder released. He could tell by the slight extra weight between his legs. Abigail felt him grip her hand more tightly. 'This is Chris, Jo,' said Abigail happily. 'I play with her when I get home from school.' 'Hello,' said Jo with a smile. 'Hello,' said Chris quietly. Jo looked at Chris's pretty hair framing his young face, then at his bulky, diapered bottom stretching his shortalls. 'Is she still in diapers?' asked Jo. 'She's very big.' It seemed OK to talk about a child in diapers in front of her. 'Yes. She's really only little. Look,' said Anna, turning to Chris, raising both hands and shouting 'Boo!' at him. Chris was caught off guard, and was genuinely frightened. He peed again into his diaper, and turned to try to hide behind Abigail's legs. 'Anna!' said Abigail. 'That's not nice! Now, say you're sorry for upsetting Chris, then you girls get off to school.' 'Sorry Chris,' Anna giggled as she and Jo went down the hall to pick up their schoolbags. 'How old is she?' Jo asked as they opened the front door. 'Three,' said Anna. 'Only just three, I think.' 'Wow,' said Jo. 'She's so big though.' 'I told you, inside she's only little. She sleeps in a cot.' 'Ah,' said Jo, thinking what a strange world it was. Chris had heard their exchange, and was trying to rationalise the confused thoughts in his head. His bladder finished emptying into his diaper. Abigail farewelled the girls, then suspecting what had happened, she reached down and felt Chris's sodden diaper. Gwen appeared from the kitchen and noticed Chris's sagging shortall. 'Are you wet already, honey?' said Gwen. 'Anna made a face,' said Abigail, rolling her eyes. 'I'll change her,' said Gwen, taking one of Chris's hands. 'My turn.' 'Her?' said Abigail in mild surprise. 'Well, you know,' replied Gwen. 'Come on, honey,' she said to Chris and turned to the stairs. 'Yes, I know,' said Abigail with a smile. To be continued.

Yes. things are moving along. I've tried to keep the timeframe a bit vague. I could add a few lines like 'The weeks passed...' etc.

This is a little story I've had running around in my head. It won't be too long, and I'll fit it in while I'm finishing Chris the Clever Boarder. Adjustment Chapter 1 Pat looked around the small, clinical room, then at Dr Saunders. 'So, how are things, Pat?' asked the doctor. 'OK,' Pat replied quietly. 'Adjustment isn't easy,' said the doctor. 'For you or for Sal.' 'I know,' said Pat.'Its just...' 'Just what, honey?' asked Dr Saunders. 'Just, just everything,' Pat said, looking helplessly at the woman in the neat white coat sitting confidently opposite him. 'It's a big change, Pat,' the doctor said. 'You're not the only one going through it. The changes in business and politics, the new female workforce. The female breadwinners. You've handled it very well, Pat. Sal and I are proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself.' 'I know,' said Pat. 'But some things...' 'Pat,' said the doctor kindly. 'I know you've had difficulty accepting some of the changes. All men have. For you, Sal's in charge now. That won't change. But your relationship will change and grow.' 'I know,' said Pat. Dr Saunders sounded like one of the endless lifestyle ads aimed at women and their partners - 'Change and grow.' 'At night...' said Pat. 'Honey, we've talked about that,' said the doctor. 'I've talked to Sal too. Lots of couples deal with it. Sal said you'd got used to them.' 'I have,' said Pat. 'It's not that, it's, well...' 'You can tell me,' Dr Saunders said encouragingly. 'Well, it was Sal's birthday, and I wanted to feel, you know, a bit like how it was, how it used to be, and I took off my, erm, diaper when Sal was asleep,' said Pat. 'I was going to go to the bathroom, but I fell asleep and then, you know, I wet the bed. I just wanted to feel, you know, like Sal, a bit...' ''You mean grown up, honey,' said the doctor gently. Pat swallowed hard. Dr Saunders had mentioned the 'grown up' words. Pat nodded, glancing at the doctor then looking back at the floor. Sal had been diapering him at night for a month now, but it still hurt to tell an adult he wet the bed. 'And Sal was cross,' said the doctor. 'I've spoken to her about that.' 'Yes, but she, she spanked me, Dr Saunders,' said Pat, his eyes watering as he stared at the floor. The doctor looked steadily at Pat. 'Well, do you think you deserved it?' asked the doctor. 'It was very naughty of you to take off your diaper like that.' Pat looked up, shocked. Sal had spanked him. His wife. He didn't expect Dr Saunders to be on Sal's side. 'Pat,' she said. 'This is all about adjustment.' To be continued.

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 15 Abigail opened her nursing bra and gently guided Chris's lips to her nipple. Neither made a sound as Chris suckled on Abigail's' erect teat. Both Abigail and Chris had their eyes closed, each enjoying the moment and each transported to a special place. Abigail relished the fulfilment of being a mother, and Chris realised that he really was what he appeared to be - an infant. After some time, Abigail moved Chris's head away from her. He was still mumbling, his eyes closed. Abigail checked his diaper, which was dry, and told him was time to go back downstairs. Chris followed her quietly. They were met at the bottom of the stairs by Anna, who wanted Chris to go outside and play.with her. Chris looked at Anna. She was standing in front of Chris, outlining the new game she had invented. Chris was holding Abigail's hand, aware that not only had he just been breastfeeding, but that he was dressed in a thick diaper and a babyish garment with studs in the crotch. He was also sucking his thumb, as a poor replacement for the soft, warm teat Abigail had just removed from his lips. It was obvious that he was considerably younger than Anna, and she seemed to realise the same thing. 'Can I play with her? I'll be careful, and if she's wet or poopy, I'll tell you,' pleaded Anna. Chris felt another rush of emotion. He tried to tell himself that he was a man, but that idea seemed far-fetched now. He tried to remember what it felt like to be a man, but the reality of his thick diaper, his mommy, sort of, holding his hand and his thumb in his mouth overcame his thoughts. 'OK,' said Abigail. 'But not for too long. Chris needs a nap later.' Anna took Chris's spare hand and led him outside. Gwen and Abigail sat in the living area, watching Anna explaining the complexities of her new game to Chris, pointing to members of the little troupe of dolls she had assembled on the grass. 'I don't think you'll need a babysitter for Chris,' Gwen said. 'Anna is nearly up to it, I think.' 'Except for changing him,' said Abigail. 'Oh, she'd be OK with that,' said Gwen. 'She changes her dolls very happily.' 'Exceot that Chris has got a little willy,' replied Abigail. 'I think we can deal with that,' said Gwen. Abigail raised her eyebrows. 'I'm six,' Anna was telling Chris. 'How old are you?' Chris was brought up short. He looked for guidance at Anna's smiling, expectant face. Everything seemed to go quiet. The number 23 occurred to Chris, but it seemed ridiculous that 23 was his age. He was sitting on the lawn, heavily diapered, clutching the doll Anna had given him and was sucking his thumb. 'I don't even think you're four yet,' Anna told him. The words seemed to crash around his head, as if they were being carved in stone. 'You can't be four because you poop your diaper,' said Anna. 'Are you three?' Chris felt he'd been offered a lifeline. It also felt good to be asked to make a decision. He took the opportunity. Anna was right. It explained why he was wearing diapers, why Abigail was like his mommy, and it meant that he no longer felt that something was out of place. He was three. That explained everything. 'Three,' said Chris. He felt his diaper swelling with warm pee. It didn't surprise or bother him. He was three. Anna laughed. 'You're my little sister, aren't you?' asked Anna. Chris nodded, sucking harder on his thumb. He looked at Anna's grownup looking face. It was obvious. Anna was right. She was older, and didn't wear diapers. Chris tried to think of how he had become so little, but found his mind dominated by thoughts of his doll and the overall pleasure of sitting next to Anna. 'Ba ba,' Chris heard himself mumble around the wet thumb in his mouth. Anna laughed again. 'That's baby talk,' she said, 'Do you want a binky?' 'Binky?' asked Chris. He was feeling both relieved at the obvious explanation for his present position, and confused. 'I'll ask mommy,' said Anna and ran inside to Gwen. Gwen looked out at Chris as Anna spoke to her. 'She needs one, mommy,' said Anna. 'She's sucking her thumb. I've got my old one in my room.' 'It's OK, sweetie, I've got one here'' said Abigail, sitting next to Gwen and digging in the bag slung over the back of her chair. Anna took the pink plastic and rubber pacifier, and took it outside to Chris. 'Here,' she said simply, handing the pacifier to Chris. Chris took his thumb from his mouth, and put the pacifier to his lips. It felt natural and good to suck on it. Chris was immediately reminded of Abigail's warm breast, and closed his eyes. Anna grinned, then noticed the increased bulge between Chris's legs. She put her fingers gently to the swollen fabric,band could feel the soggy mass beneath it. 'You wet your diaper, baby. You need a change. I'll tell mommy,' she said. Chris looked back silently, sucking his pacifier. He felt very lucky. He really had three mommies now. Auntie Abi, Auntie Gwen and now his big sister too. He tried to say something, but it just came out a gurgle. Chris felt a rivulet of saliva make its way from his mouth down his chin and neck. He waited for someone to come and change him. To be continued.

Thanks, milky_mike. "Though not generally so interested in womens' breasts, Chris had been fantasising about those particular big, soft breasts for the several weeks since he'd 'found' AF. What's more, Abi said she had a 'highly developed maternal instinct'. Even better, if this Abigail French really is 'AF', Chris had thought." Sal

Thanks, kirababy. I'm doing my best with lots of 'work' work on as well. It's Sunday night here and my client's work can wait while I enjoy writing another chapter. It occurred to me that I should offer a prize for guessing what will happen next in my story. I know it's very mysterious, but there are some clues. ?

Note: I'm aware that a phantom shower cubicle has appeared in the supposedly showerless bathroom of Abigail's Ruislip home. I'll fix that later. Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 14 'Oh, Chris!' said Gwen as the sausage on Chris's fork fell off just as it reached his mouth. The sausage tumbled down the front of Chris's romper, leaving a trail of sauce. Abigail looked over and sprang into action, using a table napkin to wipe Chris's front. Chris was non-plussed, and while Abigail was wiping his romper he was trying to pick u the slippery section of sausage in his fingers. 'No, honey, we'll deal with that in a minute,' said Abigail, taking Chris's fingers in her own and wiping them as she had his romper. 'Forks can be a bit tricky,' she added, picking up Chris's fork and putting it near her plate. Chris watched Abigail take his fork then looked to his side to see Anna happily using her fork. Gwen had stood up. 'I'll get a bib,' she said, and went inside. 'I don't need a bib,' protested Chris. 'Honey, you do, for this sort of food,' said Abigail with finality. 'But Anna...' said Chris. 'Honey, Anna's... well, she's had a bit more practice with slippery sausages,' said Abigail. 'We don't want any more nasty stains on your front, do we?' 'No,' agreed Chris, looking again at Anna, whose fork was dipping another piece of sausage into the pool of sauce on her plate. She smiled back at him. Gwen returned holding a bib. Its thin gingham ties dangled from her hands. 'Thanks Gwen,' said Abigail, taking the bib from her. 'It's not babyish,' Abigail reassured Chris as she tied the pale pink bib around his neck, 'It's quite plain and it will catch any more spills.' Chris looked down at the bib on his chest as Abigail busied herself with his plate. The bib was a pastel colour with a ribbon of gingham around its edges, but Chris was pleased to see that it didn't have an infantile image on it, so it wasn't really babyish. Abigail was using her knife and fork to cut Chris's food into bite sized pieces. She thought for a moment, then picked up a bowl of biscuits from the table and carefully tipped the biscuits onto an empty sideplate before scraping Chris's sausage pieces into the bowl. She picked up a spoon and placed it in the bowl before setting it before Chris. 'There we are,' said Abigail. 'Much better. I'll pop your clothes into the wash after tea.' Chris looked around the table at the adults with their knives and forks, and at Anna. He was about to say that he was an adult too, but feeling his diaper flood with warmth made him think twice about speaking. 'Are you OK, honey?' asked Abigail, watching Chris's facial expression. 'Yes,' said Chris quietly. He was fighting back tears again. 'I'll change you after tea, if you need it,' said Abigail kindly. 'I'm OK,' said Chris, feeling at least slightly brave, even if he had just wet his diaper. He picked up a spoonful of sauce-covered sausage and put it carefully into his mouth. 'Well done, sweetie,' said Abigail, smiling at Chris. Chris couldn't help feeling proud of his minor achievement. He might have wet his diaper, but there was no doubt he could eat properly. The garden tea continued, with dessert, then tea all round. Once the meal was over, Anna turned to Chris. 'Come on,' she said, 'Let's play.' Chris felt pleased. He liked Anna's games. 'Not so fast, young lady,' said Gwen with a laugh. 'You can help Auntie Abi and I clean up.' 'And I think Chris needs a change,' said Abigail, taking Chris by the hand and helping him up. Chris looked back at the garden as Abigail led him inside. He could feel the weight of his soaked diaper pulling downward between his legs as he waddled up the stairs with Abigail. As with the shortalls, he felt the gentle load on his shoulders as well. When they reached the bathroom, Chris headed for the mat on the floor and stood ready for Abigail to undress him. 'It's OK, sweetie, just pop down on the mat,' said Abigail. Obediently, but a little confused, Chris sat on the mat. He let Abigail spread his legs slightly, then craned his neck to see what she was doing. He felt her fingers tugging this way and that at the stretchy fabric covering his puffy crotch, then heard soft, metallic sounds. 'Much easier!' said Abigail brightly as she unpopped three studs between Chris's legs to expose his bulging plastic pants and the thick wet diaper beneath. Chris thought for a moment. 'I'm not a baby,' he said, his voice quavering. 'No, honey, you're not, but you do need to wear diapers, and that means you need to wear suitable clothing. These little pop studs make it much easier to change you without fuss,' said Abigail, pulling Chris's plastic panties over his bare legs. 'Abigail...' Chris began, then paused in thought. He'd suddenly thought of himself standing outside her shop, considering his grand plan. He wanted somehow to assure Abigail, without giving his plan away, that he really was an adult, and a man. 'Auntie Abi, remember?' said Abigail with a smile. 'And it's Auntie Gwen, too,' she added with another smile. 'It feels more homely.' Mention of home put Chris off his train of thought. He looked up at Abigail's kind face as she smiled back at him, and felt her hands gently taping his fresh diaper. He watched her large breasts moving as she worked. He'd never really noticed women's breasts much before, but he'd found it increasingly hard to resist looking at both Abigail's and Gwen's full bosoms, and both women were aware of his attention. 'All done,' said Abigail, snapping closed the studs of Chris's onesie and helping him to his feet. 'Now, sweetie, what were you going to tell me before?' Chris looked up at her. She had just changed his wet diaper, and with that in mind, Chris didn't know what to say. He hadn't been sure what he was going to say anyway. He had a vague idea that, after being put in a bib and having his food cut up for him, then having his wet diaper changed, he wanted to tell Abigail that he was really a man after all. But Gwen and Anna, and of course Abigail, knew he needed the diaper he was wearing. Chris knew it too. He looked into Abigail's face, caught his breath and tried not to let the watering in his eyes develop into tears. 'Oh, honey,' said Abigail, giving him a gentle hug. 'Come on.' Abigail took Chris's hand and he followed her into his bedroom, where she sat him on the edge of the bed before sitting next to him. 'You know, sometimes it's hard being all grown up,' she said gently, giving Chris another hug. 'And sometimes, we're not as grown up as we think we are, are we honey?' Abigail rested her hand on Chris's bulky crotch. 'Are we, sweetie?' she prompted him. 'No,' said Chris quietly. That much was obvious. He'd wet and messed his diaper, and he needed a bib. He didn't even feel as grown up as Anna. 'Deep down, though, we know, don't we, baby?' said Abigail, holding Chris's head close to her and stroking his hair. Abigail didn't have to articulate what she meant by 'know'. Chris felt a kind of separation from the clever Chris who had stood outside Abigail's shop. He knew that wasn't really him. Chris snuggled close to Abigail. He felt as if he were losing himself in the soft warmth of her breasts. He could smell the musky sweetness of her cardigan and the satiny clothing beneath it. He felt Abigail's fingers close to his face, and she moved his head slightly to allow her fingers access to the buttons of her cardigan. Chris closed his eyes. This really was who he was, he thought. He couldn't think anything else. He heard a soft gurgling noise, and realised it was him. He even understood what he had said. Abigail unbuttoned the upper part of her cardigan, then her blouse, and gently pulled the thin fabric aside. Chris felt the soft mound of her flesh warming his cheek. To be continued.

It's sad when pets die. I suppose the sadness is the price you pay for the pleasure.

He sounds like a good cat. I hope he got over his injuries. Babypants, thanks again for the information. It looks as though an erection and urinating aren't really compatible. I had occasional urge incontinence during my only pregnancy, and now I wet the bed very occasionally, once every couple of years. That's nothing to do with urge inontinence, and doesn't seem related to anything. It just happens. It's not often enough to need diapers, though I do have a waterproof mattress protector (not a plastic sheet, a fabric protector with a waterproof layer incorporated). I've also wet my pants once or twice over the last few years, but that's been due to bad management, eg leaving a party after drinking a lot of fluids and driving home without going to the loo first. I've never been caught by anyone when that's happened. I've also wet intentionally, for example at the last New Year's Eve outdoor fireworks show. The portable toilets were crowded and from experience likely to be disgusting, and I was wearing a skirt, so peeing on the grass was easiest. I've peed in my swimsuit at the beach, too, but I think everyone does that. I don't pee in swimming pools though!

Very nice!

Whoops! You've caught me out on continuity, babypants. I'll have to decide whether Chris had a lonely childhood as an orphan or was smothered as a child by lots of females, then do some editing. Apologies to anyone else who spotted the implausibility. Re the hotel, babypants. It's, er, a special one where you can check out but still leave your valuables with the front desk. A service for people who want to operate anonymously for a while. Does that sound credible? ? Got it. He is 'irrevocably estranged' from his doting female family over an incident too awful to explain.? Sal Update: I've edited Chapter 1 and done a bit more editing here and there to fix the anomaly, babypants. Thanks for pointing it out.

This will be very short, but more later. Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 13 'Sit here, Chris,' said Anna, already settled on a two person bench next to the wooden table. Chris complied, as he did with Anna's instructions when they were playing together. Chris's compliance was partly because Anna knew the rules of the games they played, or at least she was the one who made up the rules, and partly because Chris was beginning to see Anna as an authority figure, just as he saw Abigail and Gwen. Chris had spent his childhood as the youngest member of a family comprising his mother and two significantly older sisters. To him, breasts, flat crotches and feminine features had always represented authority and psychologically still did. Being told what to do by females of any age took him into a comfort zone, especially now, when he was alone in a strange place. Though a young man of twenty three, Chris was more anxious and even lonely than he cared to admit. Being diapered by a woman took him back to the most secure time in his life, and was deeply comforting to him, whether he realised it or not. At a subconscious level, his artful plan to exploit a dominant woman was a search for the love and care he needed. As a child, Chris had often worn his sisters' cast offs, so the colours, textures and even styles of female clothing Abigail had been dressing him in didn't seem foreign to him. Even as an older child, he still wore his sisters' old jeans and tops. No one in his family had been concerned and no one else seemed to notice. That he was often mistaken for a little girl by both adults and other children, especially with the ambiguous gender of his name, he accepted as normal. Now, sitting next to Anna and wearing an infantile romper over his thick, increasingly damp diaper, he felt nothing but safety and security. Chris looked around the pretty garden, then at the women busily organising the meal. Anna was helping the older women. No one was asking Chris to do anything, and he realised that his present situation was something like his life at home. He was in a way the youngest here, too. The strange feeling both disturbed and calmed him. He wondered for a moment about his vaguely remembered plan, and how it had come to this, but it seemed irrelevant now, as he watched Anna preparing his plate of sausages and sauce. He felt happy as he glanced up at Gwen, who smiled and blew him another kiss. Chris grinned back. Life was good. He put a piece of sausage onto his fork, dipped it in the sauce on his plate and raised it to his mouth. To be continued.

Thanks Katie. I'm not much of a writer, but what you've described is what I've tried to achieve. Nice cat, Sarah. I knew a lovely Persian once.

Thanks for that eloquent comment, Sarah!

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 12 'Wake up, Chrissie!' Chris turned his head to see Anna standing next to the bed, grinning at him. 'Auntie Abi said you have to wake up!' said Anna, reaching over and pushing Chris's hair out of his eyes. 'She's coming up to change you.' Chris mumbled sleepily. He turned the other way and came face to face with his doll. 'Is she your favourite?' asked Anna, looking at the crumpled doll. 'Erm, yeah,' said Chris groggily. 'That's 'cause she's still in diapers like you,' said Anna. 'I don't need them,' Chris began, then felt the soggy mass between his legs. 'Come on'' said Anna brightly, tugging at Chris's arm. 'Come on, you both have to get up.' Chris's waking confusion was receding. He was in London, staying with a landlady and her friend's daughter. The daughter, Anna, his friend, was here, waking him up. He had a sudden realisation that Anna was treating him like an equal. It was an odd feeling. He was a 23 year old man. Chris, aided by Anna's gentle tugs, climbed out of bed. He looked down at the lacy pink folds of his nightie, and felt again the bulk of his soaked diaper. He glanced at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror. There was no 23 year old man there. He saw a pre-teen girl, standing awkwardly because of her wet diaper, and clutching a limp doll. For a moment, Chris thought he was dreaming. He wasn't really a man at all. He was a little girl having bizarre thoughts on waking up. Then he remembered his cunning plan. At least, he remembered that he had a plan, or thought he did. He tried to recall the details, but was distracted by a warm flow of urine into his saturated diaper. He caught his breath, looked desperately at Anna and tried hard not to cry. 'Are you wetting your diaper?' Anna enquired. 'No,' Chris answered automatically, but the flow continued. He couldn't stop it. Anna looked skeptically at the front of Chris's nightie and lifted the hem. 'I think you are,' said Anna mildly, and let go of the nightie. 'A bit,' Chris admitted. The tears he was holding back overcame him. Anna looked concerned. 'It's OK,' she said. 'I used to wear a diaper too.' She leant closer to Chris. 'I used to poop my pants, as well,' she confided. 'When I was little. Auntie Abi told me.' Chris felt helpless, and didn't know what to say. He reached out to the bedpost for support. 'Do you want to sit on the floor?' Anna asked. Chris didn't reply, but thought it wasn't a bad idea. He was feeling very emotional, and at least the floor was solid. He sat down, feeling but not caring about the soggy mass beneath him. 'Here,' said Anna, handing Chris his favoured doll. 'Hi honey,' said Abigail as she entered the room. She looked at Chris, sitting tearfully on the floor, clutching the doll. 'She's wet,' said Anna, 'But I don't think she's poopy.' 'That's OK, Anna,' said Abigail. 'Run down and help your mom, and I'll get Chris dressed.' 'OK,' said Anna, and left. Chris was still sobbing, trying to stem his tears. 'I'm sorry, Abigail, I didn't mean to, I mean, it doesn't happen usually..' he said. 'Shh, honey.' said Abigail. 'No one expects you to wake up dry. That's why you wear diapers, isn't it?' 'But, Anna...' Chris began. 'it's OK, Chris,' said Abigail. 'Everyone understands. Anna used to wet her bed too, just like you, and she wore diapers.' Chris looked up at Abigail as she gently slid his nightie up over his arms. She did seem to understand, although he wasn't quite sure exactly what she understood. He was an adult. He thought about that for a second. He thought he was an adult, but he was in a wet diaper, being changed by this kind woman. He looked at Abigail's tight jeans, at eye level as she squatted in front of him. She certainly wasn't wearing a diaper. Maybe he wasn't quite as grown up as her. Anna appeared at the door. She was still wearing the same style of shortalls that Chris had been wearing, and Chris was suddenly aware that Anna wasn't wearing a diaper either. There was no bulky padding below her waist as there had been under Chris's shortalls. 'Mom said we're having tea in the garden,' she said. Chris was lying on his back now, letting Abigail pull his wet diaper from beneath him. He was at least as grown up as Anna, he thought. He knew that. He felt Abigail powdering his crotch, and began to cry again. Reality didn't seem to line up with his thoughts. 'No,' he said suddenly. 'No what, darling?' asked Abigail. She was pulling the thick front of Chris's diaper between his legs. 'No diaper,' said Chris. Abigail laughed as she fixed down the tapes of the diaper. 'You are a silly one,' said Abigail. 'Do you want to wet your pants instead? You need a diaper, honey. 'That's why you wear one.' 'But I can stop,' said Chris, looking tearfully at Abigail. 'We'll see,' said Abigail. 'Now, let's get you dressed. I've got some comfy clothes for you.' Abigail held out a translucent pink plastic panty, and still on his back, Chris complied with her manipulations of his bare legs as he slid them into the leg holes. Then Abigail helped him up, and still sniffling, he put his legs into more clothing she held out for him. She tugged the clothing up as Chris ran his fingers over the soft, fuzzy material. Abigail gave the garment another tug, and Chris felt the fabric pull upwards in his thickly padded crotch. He put his arms into the short, puffy sleeves Abigail held out for him, then she turned him around and he felt her do up several buttons behind his neck. Chris looked down at what he was wearing. He tried to focus on the colourful appliqué on his chest. It looked like a purple dinosaur. He looked past that and saw the soft material curving over his tummy and disappearing over a low, wide bulge between his legs. 'Much more comfy for this time of day,' said Abigail. 'Come on,' she added. 'Gwen's made a lovely tea.' 'Wait,' said Chris. 'My shoes.' Abigail laughed. 'You don't need shoes, sweetie,' she said. Chris followed Anna down the stairs. He held her hand, but with his free hand he felt the short, elasticated legs of his clothing. Then he felt his tummy. There was no belt or even waist, just soft cloth, pulling this way and that as he moved. They reached the back door. Gwen grinned from the table she'd set up in the garden. 'Don't you look adorable, honeybunch!' she said. Chris tried to smile as he felt himself pee a little. To be continued.

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 11 Chris was mortified. Abigail took him to the bathroom, where Abigail undressed him. Then she lay him back on the bathmat and attended to his messy bottom. Chris couldn't look her in the eye, despite her calming words as she cleaned him up. He continued sobbing softly. To make it worse, while Abigail was at work, Gwen opened the door. 'Abi,' she said, 'Shall I defrost that chicken in the freezer?' 'Yes, thanks Gwen,' Abigail replied. Gwen looked down at Chris and smiled. 'It's ok, honey,' she said. Chris glanced at Gwen and looked away. It wasn't OK. He'd messed his pants in front of everyone, like a little kid. Worse, he'd messed his diaper. A vision of his childish reflection in the mirror flashed before him. He did look like a little kid, but he wasn't one. He definitely wasn't, he told himself. Gwen blew Chris a kiss and left the room. 'There we are, baby,' said Abigail as she helped Chris stand. 'Thanks,' muttered Chris. 'I'm sorry.' 'Oh, shush,' said Abigail pleasantly. 'It was just an accident, and anyway, you had your diaper on, so it's not a problem. Now, are you OK to hop in the shower by yourself?' Chris knew he could do that. 'Yes,' he said. 'Good kid,' said Abigail, going to the shower and turning on the taps. 'In you get,' she added, giving Chris a pat on his almost clean rump. Chris got into the shower and finished the cleaning job, while Abigail left the room briefly. 'All done?' she asked as he emerged from the glass walled cubicle. 'Yes,' said Chris. 'OK, then' said Abigail. 'I think you need a little nap, so you can put these on to go to bed. I'll call you when it's time to get up.' Abigail had in her hands a fresh diaper and some soft-looking clothing. 'Diaper first, honey,' said Abigail, and Chris sat down on the mat again. Abigail swiftly diapered him, tucking his penis downwards then patting the smooth front of the diaper, satisified with her work. 'Now panties,' Abigail said, standing him up and helping into another pair of the other Chris's panties. Chris looked at the panties. 'They're a bit more girly, but no-one will notice,' said Abigail as Chris put his legs into the pale pink, lace edged full briefs. Abigail tucked the edges of his diaper into the panties, which bulged around his loins. There wasn't much he could say or do, after messing his pants like a toddler. He felt a bit like a toddler as Abigail held out another garment. 'Arms up!' she told him. Chris raised his arms and Abigail pulled a loose, pale pink garment over his arms and head. Chris felt the fabric drop loosely around his hips. He looked down at the strip of shirred fabric and lace high across his chest. 'It's just a nightie,' said Abigail. 'And that's called a bodice. It holds your little boobies,' she added, touching Chris's chest playfully. 'All done,' announced Abigail. 'Now it's nap time.' She led Chris into his bedroom, and held the bedclothes back for him. Chris climbed in. He wasn't really sleepy, but after his embarrassment, he decided he'd rahter be alone in bed for a while than face Gwen and Anna downstairs. Abigail closed the curtains, and kissed Chris on the forehead. 'I'll give you a call or send Anna up to wake you,' she assured him, and left the room. Chris lay in the soft bed, looking around at the feminine decoration of the room. After a minute, he got up, and swung his legs out of the bed. He could feel the puffy bulk of the diaper between his legs. The diaper seemed to be thicker than the ones he wore at home. He went to the far side of the room, where his dolls were sitting on the floor in a group, where he'd left them. He picked up his favourite, and went back to bed. He knew he shouldn't be holding a doll, but he needed some comfort. He knew too, that he shouldn't have a favourite doll, but why not, he thought. They were all different, and it was OK to have a favourite. He wondered sleepily how his clever plan was going. He wasn't really doing much planning, he thought. Things seemed to be going along by themselves. He was doing a little more than just having accidents too, he thought, but that was OK. Abigail wasn't cross. As long as he was still in charge, he thought, and began to drift into sleep. Soon he was fast asleep, clutching the doll. Half an hour later, he wet his diaper, still sleeping soundly. To be continued. This is short, but I'm busy. More later.

Thanks for the information, CDfm. I suppose it's the same for guys who aren't incontinent. I've been wondering about the other Chris as well! ?

Thank you everyone, for all the kind words. I'm really pleased you liked the story! I have another work project to attend to, but as I sit doing it, I'm thinking of young men in diapers and I can see a bit more life in the story yet. There will be more. Sal. XX

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 10 The picnic lunch was excellent. Gwen provided it, and she was a very good cook. Chris felt a lot better in his clean diaper. Anna and Chris enjoyed their food, and at the end of the meal, Abigail produced some small, home made chocolate bars for desert. 'I wasn't sure what you like, Chris,' she said, 'So I got milk chocolate for you. Two bars because you were so good telling Anna when you wet your diaper, and here you are Anna, your favourite nut chocolate.' 'Thank you Auntie Abi,' said Anna. 'Thank you Abigail,' said Chris. Abigail laughed. 'I think you can call me Auntie Abi too, Chris,' she said. 'I think we know each other well enough by now.' Chris grinned. 'Thank you Auntie Abi,' he said. Chris had never had an Auntie before. It felt great to have one now, even if she wasn't a proper Auntie. He hadn't had a sister to play with either. He looked at Anna as he chewed his mouthful of chocolate. Anna was eating her chocolate, and her eyes sparkled as they met Chris's. She enjoyed having a little sister, too, even if she was a big little sister. 'Do you want some of this?' Chris asked Abigail politely, offering her his uneaten bar. 'Oh, no thanks, honey,' she said.'Its not good for my tummy,' she added with a wink at Gwen, who rolled her eyes. 'Can we go and play?' asked Anna when she had finished her chocolate. 'Off you go,' said Abigail. 'But not for long. We're going home soon.' 'Come on Chris,' said Anna, grabbing her new friend's hand. Chris promptly followed Anna to the play equipment. He knew it was a bit young for him, but he enjoyed Anna's company, and to be honest, he found the adults' conversation boring, Not the adults, he corrected himself. He was an adult too. A young adult at least. Auntie Abi and Gwen's conversation, he told himself. Anna was much more interesting to talk to. Anna and Chris's playtime ended soon enough, and they were back in the car heading home. Chris wet his diaper in the car again, but he didn't cry. Abigail and Gwen were talking, and he didn't want to interrupt, so he told Anna. He found Anna was someone you could rely on to get things fixed. She was a bit braver about interrupting Auntie Abi and Gwen, and Auntie Abi changed Chris as soon as they got home, Chris's diaper had leaked a little into his shortalls, so Auntie Abi found some more clothes of the other Chris's for him. She said his old clothes were just to horrible, even washed, and she'd get him done more later, but in the meantime, she said, plenty of Chris's clothes were suitable for him. She found another pair of shortalls, although not denim ones. These were sort of loose, and they had puffy pants with elastic around the legs. There was no bib, either, just a top that was part of the pants, and short puffy sleeves. It was a little bit more girly than the denim shortalls, but Chris didn't mind. As Auntie Abi said, it was only at home, and she said he did look really sweet in them. Gwen said he looked as pretty as Anna. Chris was pleased about that. He thought Anna looked lovely, so even though he was a boy, or man, he told himself, he didn't mind being compared to someone who looked so nice. It was light purple, too, Abigail said. Purple wasn't too girly, Chris thought. Abigail put some special pants over his diaper, too. They looked like a baby's plastic pants, but Auntie Abi said they were specially for bigger people, and they'd stop his diaper leaking again. Auntie Abi said Anna used to wear exactly the same thing, which cheered him up. Chris even asked Anna if she used to wear them, and she said she did, so Chris was happy with that. The shoe question was easily solved. Auntie Abi said he didn't need shoes at home. Anyway, it was nice feeling all the different things under his feet - the carpet, the shiny wooden floor and the cold bathroom tiles. He'd never really noticed the difference before, much less enjoyed the way they felt. Gwen and Anna had to go back to their place after they got back from the park, which Chris wasn't too happy about, and Auntie Abi had one work to do on her computer. Auntie Abi wanted some peace and quiet, so Chris went up to his room. He wondered what to do, then he saw all the dolls on the bed and on the shelves. He remembered the fun he and Anna had had playing with the dolls in the car. He had never realised how interesting it could be playing with them. You could give them names and make up stories about what sort of people they were and what they were doing. Chris selected some from the collection in the room. He didn't take any of the few boy dolls. One reason was Anna's dislike of boys, which he found himself sort of agreeing with, and the other was his recollection of the boys at his school. They really were a bit horrid, and he remembered them teasing him all the time. Soon, Chris had invented a little family of dolls. There was mommy, christened Abigail because she was the closest thing to a mommy that Chris knew, one girl called Anna and another, well, not girl although she was in girls clothes, but not really a boy either, called Chris, because Chris wanted to be a character too. Plus the Chris doll was the only one in diapers, so it really had to be him. That made the Chris doll littler then the Anna doll, but she was sort of bigger in some ways too. Chris felt a bit confused about that, but that was that anyway, he told himself. There was no daddy doll, but there was a doll in long pants and short hair like Gwen's, so he had a Gwen doll who stood in for daddy. Chris was soon busy on the floor of his bedroom, absorbed in making up a complex story with the dolls. It was handy to have the dolls house in the room too. Chris incorporated that into the game too, as the family's house. He even found a stuffed puppy toy. The puppy was bigger than any of the family, but that isn't matter. He became the family's puppy Woof, because of the sound he made. Gwen and Anna arrived back just before dinner. Abigail went upstairs to get Chris, and stood outside the partly open door watching delightedly as Chris continued his playing. He looked so sweet in his puffy, lavender romper, she thought. 'Woof, woof,' Chris was saying as he held the stuffed dog in one hand, near an assembled group of dolls outside the dolls house. 'Don't forget me!' he said, waggling the dog again. 'No,' Chris said in the deepest voice he could manage, picking up a green trousered doll with short hair. 'Where's baby Chris?' he asked in another voice, holding another doll. 'I'm here,' Chris said in his normal voice, holding the youngest, diaper clad doll. ''But I've wet my diaper.' Abigail felt a thrill run through her body. She was so glad to have brought Chris to her shop and even more glad to see the shy 23 year old she had met in her shop sitting on the floor in his very juvenile clothing playing with dolls. 'Chris, honey, Anna's back. Time for dinner, so leave your game and come downstairs,' Abigail said. 'Can Anna come up and play too?' Chris asked, keen to impress his friend with his doll family. 'Of course,' said Abigail. 'But after dinner. Come on, quick sticks.' Chris got up, and Abigail followed him downstairs. Not only dud his diaper fill out the seat of the romper, but Abigail could hear Chris's plastic pants crinkling. Chris seemed as oblivious of his diaper and noisy pants as he was of the pink ribbon which was still around his ponytail. Dinner was an enjoyable interlude. During the meal, Chris felt his stomach rumbling, but ignored eat. He ate two servings of dessert to try to calm his tummy down. Then after dessert when everyone was talking, Chris felt the pressure in his bottom. He moved slightly in his chair, and it got worse. He tried to sort of pull it back inside him, but he couldn't. He realised to his horror that the only think stopping him from messing his diaper was his bottom being on the chair. Chris could not remember ever messing his pants. He was a 23 year old man, he told himself. He fell silent amongst the chattering, and tried to think of a solution. 'What's up, Chris?' asked Abigail, interested to know if her laxative cholocate was doing its job. 'Nothing,' muttered Chris. 'I think he wants to do wees,' said Anna, sitting next to him. 'Are you going to wet your diaper, Chris?' she asked him kindly. 'Nnnh,' said Chris, vigorously shaking his head. ''Then what's up, honey?' asked Gwen with concern. Annalooked at Chris's unhappy face. 'I think he wants to go poopy,' she said.p, taking Chris's hand in her own small fingers. 'Is that what you want to do, baby? Go poopy?' Abigail raised her eyebrows at Anna's terminology, and watched with interest. Chris slowly nodded his head, keeping his eyes cast downwards. 'I'll take him upstairs,' said Abigail, riding from her chair. 'Come on, honeybunch,' she added, helping Chris up. When Chris had half stood, he burst into tears, and looked heloplessly around the table. Abigail helped him to stand fully, drew him away from the table, and put one hand under Chris's padded rump. Turning to .Gwen, she nodded. 'Come on, baby,' she said to Chris. 'Come upstairs and we'll change your messy diaper.' That brought louder sobbing from Chris as Abigail helped him waddle upstairs, one step at a time. She's done it, thought Gwen. She's actually done it, In her fertile imagination, Gwen wondered whether Chris would be able to talk or walk, or feed himself, if he stayed here much longer, and whether Anna would start looking for a more mature playmate. The end, for now.

Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 9 Gwen slid down her jeans in the restroom. The crotch was wetter than she thought. 'Damn Abi,' she said to herself. She unfolded the pull-up Abi had given her and slid it up her legs. She was in the habit of powdering her diaper area, or having it powdered for her by Bill, and didn't like being diapered, or pullupped, she corrected herself, without it. She had just settled the pull-up comfortably around her pregnant tummy when a young, pregnant woman entered. The woman looked at Gwen for a moment, then smiled and said 'Hi.' 'Hi,' replied Gwen, pulling up her elastic waisted jeans. Feeling the bond of the similar experience between pregnant women, the young woman asked 'Are you having problems?' 'Just a little urge incontinence,' said Gwen. 'These help.' The young woman nodded. 'I've been wetting the bed from time to time,' she said. 'I've resisted buying diapers because, well, you know, they're so babyish. I'll get enough of diapers in a few months,' she laughed, patting her swollen tummy. 'Oh,' said Gwen, I'm over that.' 'Are they your daughters playing outside?' the woman asked Gwen. 'The younger one is,' said Gwen. 'She's playing with a friend.' 'They're having a ball,' said the woman. 'I noticed that the older girl is diapered. I felt a bit sorry for her.' 'Oh, that's mainly for the car trip here,' said Gwen. 'She's happy enough, really.' 'Well, she's very pretty. I suppose that helps make up for it in a way,' said the woman. 'It's good that your daughter is accepting of it, too.' 'Yes,' said Gwen. 'They're good pals. Is this your first pregnancy?' 'Yes,' said the woman. 'Very exciting.' She looked at Gwen's crotch. 'I don't mean to be personal,' said the young woman, 'But I think you're a little damp. Down there.' 'I know,' said Gwen. 'Too many cups of tea. We're going home after this, anyway.' 'Well, you get a lot of leeway as a pregnant woman,' said the young mother to be. 'From other women, anyway.' 'You do,' said Gwen. 'The only really awful thing that's happened to me was soiling my pants at the supermarket,' said the young woman. 'I was in tears, but the staff were really nice about it. They let me use the staff toilet to clean up, and even gave me a new pair of panties to go home in.' 'Yes, people are kind,' said Gwen. 'That's me fixed, anyway. I'd better go and check on the youngsters.' 'Bye,' said the woman. 'It's been nice talking to you. I might get some diapers for night time, too,' she said with a laugh. 'As long as I don't start sleeping with my thumb in my mouth!' Gwen laughed too. 'Bye,' she said as she left the restroom. Gwen was met outside the restroom by Abi, Anna and Chris. Chris was crying. 'She stopped playing and started crying,' Anna told Gwen. 'It's OK,' said Abigail. 'Just a diaper change. I've got a spare for her too.' Chris was clutching Abigail's hand. 'Do you need some help?' asked Gwen' 'No, we'll be fine,' said Abigail. 'There's a girl in there,' Gwen said quietly. 'We'll take our time,' said Abigail. 'Come on, honey,' she added to Chris. 'Anna, sweetie, go with mommy, please. I'll look after Chris.' Anna turned to Gwen. 'You wet your pants, mommy,' she said as she noticed the dark patch at Gwen's crotch. 'Just a leaking pull-up, honey,' said Gwen. 'You need a proper diaper, mommy,' said Anna. 'Like Chris.' 'Thank you, Anna,' said Gwen. 'Now lets go and get our picnic lunch ready.' 'Goody!' said Anna, and skipped ahead of Gwen towards their car. The young woman had finished her business by the time Abigail entered the restroom with Chris. 'Poor thing,' said the woman with feeling as she began to leave. Short, but more later.

Thanks, kirababy, diaper mike and Crinkleybutt. I'm a bit worried that this is getting too sweet and cute, but I'll do my best with it. I'll try to keep the various strings in the story going, too.