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The Home Chapter 7 Chris had calmed down by the time they reached the bathroom. When they entered, they found the room was already in use. Chris looked with interest at the occupant of one of the benches and the nurse who was chatting to her. On the bench was a slightly plump young woman of about 25. She was lying naked on her back, and complaining loudly about something as the nurse was trying to slide one of the thick terry diapers under her. 'Hullo Julie,' Sonia said to the nurse. 'And hullo Trudy!' she added. 'What are you making so much noise about, Miss Fusspot?' 'Oh, she's OK,' said Trudy with a laugh. 'First her bottom was cold, then she wanted her plushy, and being Trudy, she wants her paci of course.' Chris's eyes met Trudy's as the girl looked at the new arrival. Trudy didn't look even slightly embarrassed, just interested to see a new face. Then she turned back to Julie and started fussing again as Julie finally got the diaper under her. Sonia led Chris to the bench next to Julie and Trudy. Chris looked again at the naked girl. He had only ever seen his wife's bushy female crotch, and was fascinated by Trudy's smooth, bare mound with its pink slit. For that matter, he'd only seen bare breasts other than his wife's in pictures, and he noted that Trudy's were similar, though not quite as big. They sagged either side of the girl's chest as she lay on the bench. 'Up we get!' said Sonia, helping Chris onto the bench. With Chris on his back, Sonia deftly undid the studs between his legs and peeled back his shortall. Then she pulled down his plastic panty, unpinned the diaper and soon had Chris as bare below the waist as Trudy was. Trudy was sitting up on her bench now, and it was her turn to watch Chris's bare genitalia being dusted with talc and encased in a thick diaper. Chris craned his neck up and looked over his feet to see Trudy sitting in her diaper placidly sucking her thumb while she watched him being diapered. Julie soon had Trudy off the bench and was pullung a pink t shirt over her bare breasts. Trudy wasn't helping much and had her eyes on Chris being diapered. 'Come on, Trudy, leg in,' Julie told her as she helped her into her shortalls. 'How's she going?' Sonia asked Julie. 'I haven't seen her this week.' 'She's good,' replied Julie, giving Trudy's bottom a light slap and a word of encouragement to get her to lift her other leg into the shortall. 'After the little mishap in 3, we put her in 2. She's been there a week now. She's much happier with the Littlies, and she can have her paci whenever she likes,' said Julie. At the mention of 'paci', Trudy started fussing again. 'Later, Trudy,' said Julie sternly. 'You know the rules - no pacis or plushies in the bathroom.' With Trudy ready for the rest of her day, Julie finally looked at Chris. He was now rediapered and Sonia was helping him down from the bench. 'And who are you?' Julie asked Chris. 'Chris,' Chris replied quietly, instictively sidling around behind Sonia. 'A shy one!' laughed Julie. 'You and Trudy might be friends!' she said to Chris. Julie noted Chris's thick diaper and the studs between his legs. 'Is he 3 or 2?' asked Julie. 'He's only here for the afternoon,' Sonia replied. 'Wendy and I thought we'd put him in 4.' '4?' said Julie with surprise. 'Shush, Trudy,' she added to the girl who was tugging at her uniform and asking for her paci. 'In a minute.' 'Yes,' said Sonia, 'We'll have to see how he goes though. I think he'll be OK as long as he feels comfortable.' 'Well, good luck,' said Julie. 'And welcome to the Home, Chris,' she added, smiling at Chris who managed a smile in return. 'Come on Fuss Budget, let's find your paci,' she said to the thumbsucking Trudy and led her out of the bathroom. Chris looked at Sonia. 'How long has Trudy been here?' he asked. 'Oh, about a year, I think,' said Sonia. 'What did she do before she came here?' Chris asked. 'She was a secondary school teacher. Math, I think,' replied Sonia. 'Oh,' said Chris. 'What are the numbers?' 'They're the groups,' said Sonia. 'You're going to 4. They're in a separate building out the back. They put things together - chairs and things, and paint them. They make other stuff too. Some of the products are sold in our shop in town. It's fun. I think you'll like it there.' 'What about the others?' Chris asked. 'You're full of questions!' said Julie, 'Well, in 3 they have lots of things to do, but they don't make things like they do in 4. They have lots of games and things you can play with.' 'Computers?' asked Chris. 'No,' laughed Sonia. 'The only computers here are in the offices.' Chris looked disappointed. He thought about the numbers for a moment, counting back carefully from four. 'Four, three,' he said quietly but aloud. 'Then three, no, two then one,' he said. 'What about them?' 'They're for guests who need a little more help and care,' said Sonia. 'But they're fun too. Now, we have to get going. We have to get you to 4 and I have lots of other guests to look after too.' 'Who are the Littlies?' Chris asked as Sonia turned to lead him out the door. Sonia stopped. 'That's just what some of the staff call group 2,' she said. 'They're not supposed to, but they all do. I use those names myself, sometimes.' 'What are the other names?' asked Chris. Sonia regretted that this had come up. 'They're just names,' she said to Chris, 'But the girls call group 4 the Teens, group 3 is the Pre-teens, 2 are the Littlies and group 1 is the Babies. It's not about anyone's ages, it's about, well it's about what they do in the groups. Anyway, we must get going,' she added. 'You'll find out all that sort of thing after a while, anyway.' 'But I'm only here until Alice finishes,' said Chris, looking at Sonia. Guilt flashed across Sonia's face. 'Yes, that's right,' she said. 'I meant you might find out this afternoon. Come on.' Chris stood thinking for a moment. 'Don't dawdle!' said Sonia, giving him a pat on his padded rump. To be continued.

The Home Chapter 6 Sonia and Chris reached a junction in the hallway. Across the T junction was a door labelled 'Activities Director'. 'Just wait here for a moment, Chris,' said Sonia, indicating a brightly painted bench seat to one side of the hallway. 'I have to speak to someone. Don't worry, I'll be back in a minute.' 'OK,' said Chris, and sat on the bench. Sonia knocked on the Activity Director's door, opened it and went in, closing the door behind her. Chris sat quietly on the bench. He was used to the feeling of sitting on a cushion, but this cushion was softer. He wiggled a little to get really comfortable. After a moment, he saw a young woman in a nurse's uniform walking briskly along the hallway towards him. He saw that she was about Jess's age. 'Hullo' said the young nurse, squatting to make her face level with Chris's. 'I haven't seen you here before. My name's Jill. What's yours?' 'Chris,' Chris answered. The nurse smiled. 'Chris,' she repeated. 'That's a nice name.' Jill glanced at Chris's bulky diaper and the buttons between his legs. 'Have you had a lovely play here this morning?' she asked. 'Er, no, I just got here. My wife is talking to someone in the front office.' Jill smiled broadly. 'Well, she's brought you to the best place she could,' said Jill. 'I think you'll love it here. Have you met any of the others yet?' 'No,' said Chris. He wasn't sure Jill understood that he wasn't a guest here. 'You will,' said Jill, who then looked around the empty hall then looked seriously at Chris. 'Chris,' she said, 'Is someone looking after you?' Chris looked at the closed door nearby. 'Sonia's in there,' he said. 'Oh, you must be very special!' said Jill with a grin. 'You're being well looked after then. I have to go, Chris, but I will see you again soon I'm sure. Bye!' Jill gave Chris a pat on the head as she stood up. 'Bye Jill,' said Chris. Jill hurried around the corner, and Chris was left with his thoughts. She'd asked him if he'd had a lovely play. Why did she think he had been playing, or even liked it, Chris thought. He shifted his bottom a little on the bench, and could feel that the soft pillow was not so soft now. He squeezed his legs together and felt the familiar semi-solidity of a soaked diaper. He hadn't been aware of anything, and the unhappy feelings arose in his mind once more. He was an adult. He was thirty eight years old and he was married to Alice. He wasn't a child. He was an adult. He just had accidents sometimes. That was the only reason he was in diapers. Anxiously, he stood up to see if the seat was wet, but lost his balance and fell to the floor. Mildly shocked, and feeling anxious, he began crying. He got himself onto all fours as he looked across the hall to see the door Sonia had used opening. Sonia emerged with another, younger woman. 'Chris, it's OK!' said Sonia, going to his aid. Gently, Sonia got Chris back onto the bench and sat there with him, cradling his head in her arms as Chris continued crying. 'Honey, you're soaked,' she said, briefly feeling the soggy backside of his diaper. Sonia looked up at the other woman. 'He'll be fine, Wendy,' said Sonia. 'Just a wet diaper and a bit of a fall, I think.' 'OK,' said Wendy. 'But are you still sure about group 4?' Sonia nodded. 'He'll be OK there, I think. Once he's changed and himself again. If there is a problem, we can put him in 3.' 'Or 2,' said Wendy. 'We'll see,' said Sonia. 'Now we have to go back to the bathroom and fix you up, mister, don't we?' said Sonia, bowing her head to look at Chris. 'You're having quite a morning, aren't you?' 'Where's Alice?' Chris asked through his tears. 'She's not far away,' Sonia assured him. 'But we've got some work to do. Come on honey,' she added, and once again Chris found himself being taken by the hand and led to the big bathroom. To be continued. '

Elbs, thanks for pointing out the typo. I've fixed it. There are a few more in chapter 5 which I'll fix later. I'm no expert but I think relationships between stepfather and stepdaughter could vary from love and respect to contempt and hatred, with everything in between. Added to that, Jess could have her own reasons for giving Chris her attention. Chris doesn't change himself because he can't manage the tapes properly. I started with Chris already in diapers then provided a bit of a back story basically because I'm lazy. I didn't want to go through the routine of the first wet bed, the shocked wife and the reluctant acceptance of the diaper solution. I hope you're enjoying it anyway. Any more comments are welcome, both constructive and destructive.

Thanks ozziebee, for enjoying the story and for the idea.

The Home Chapter 5 'Yuckity yuck!' echoed Sonia and grinned as Chris giggled, despite himself. Sonia had had no children of her own, and had revealed something of herself in her comment about girls and boys. She found, to her enjoyment, that most of the variously troubled 'guests' at the Home responded well to a little mothering. It seemed to help give them the attention, caring and even loving that they needed. And as the boss, so the staff: the nurses tended to follow Sonia's lead. The nurses were all female, and those who found that the frank infantilising of the guests made them uncomfortable didn't stay long. Those who stayed had various emotional responses to the Home's treatment of the guests. There were some childless but maternal older women, like Sonia, women whose children had left home and who missed the caring and nurturing, and young women who found it interesting or enjoyable. There were even one or two frustrated dommes, but they tended to keep their motives well hidden. The guests responded to the treatment in different ways. A few rejected it, and one or two had even tried to escape, tackling the perimeter fence with its security systems, but even they had succumbed to the Home's methods, or 'embraced them' as Sonia liked to think, after a few hours alone in the cold, dark grounds. The play areas, as the staff learned to call them, were deliberately light and warm compared with the dim, dark hallways of the old building. They had the feeling of happy sanctuaries for the guests, and even the most intractable of them eventually gave in to the Home's ways. The authorities, other institutions and even tired carers who sent future guests to the Home for a 'stay' as the Home termed it accepted that the guests they sent were generally content there, at least after what the Home called their 'acclimatisation'. Cases of aggression, defiance and depression seemed to evaporate with a period at the Home. The effect was long lasting, and carers whose charges returned to them found those effects more or less permanent, albeit requiring some maintenance of the Home's methods. Once the carers, whether parents, spouses or in some cases the grown children of former guests, understood the benefits of the Home's work, they were happy to keep it up. Most found it, as Sonia did, a fulfilling and pleasant responsibility even if it did often involve diaper changing and the occasional use of the disciplinary methods favoured by the Home. Chris was unaware of all this as was Alice as their visit to the Home unfolded. While Alice continued to work on the Home's accounts with the non-nursing director Jane, Chris was being diapered and entertained by Sonia, who had a surprisingly lively sense of humour. Sonia had made the task of cleaning up Chris's accident sufficiently fun that Chris had forgotten his embarrassment at messing his diaper, and had also forgotten his modesty. He giggled as Sonia sprayed and squirted him with the flexible spray, jumping in and out of the spray and happy to let Sonia soap and wash him back and front, laughing when she patted his bottom, pink from the warm spray, and standing obediently as she soaped and washed his privates. 'Now, your hair, honey,' said Sonia. 'We've got some lovely shampoo here. What do you usually use?' 'I don't know,' said Chris. 'Alice does it.' Sonia smiled. She liked Chris, and was sorry he wasn't coming for a stay. He had the potential to be the perfect guest, she thought. 'Does she trim it too?' asked Sonia. 'No, she wants me to grow it out a bit,' replied Chris. 'Ah,' said Sonia. Chris's blonde hair was fine, with a slight wave. Alice had a sensible, businesswoman's shortish cut, and Sonia wondered what her motives were in having Chris's hair at shoulder length. Obviously, Alice looked after it. Sonia had met Alice a few times, and they'd had a brief chat, but Sonia thought she'd like to talk to Alice some more. Sonia stroked Chris's wet hair, examining it closely. 'Well, your hair is lovely and clean as it is, and I don't want to interfere in Alice's good work, so let's just get you dried off and dressed,' she said. Soon, Chris was back up on the bench, without the coy knees up this time. 'Chris, I'm going to put you in one of the diapers we use inside the Home for the guests,' she said. 'They're a little different, but I'm sure you'll find them more comfortable than those crinkly, plasticky tape up ones. How would that be?' Chris thought for a moment. He'd spent the last twenty minutes free of his usual anxieties and worries. It was a strange feeling to actually be happy. Yet he was in a clinical, soulless bathroom. Instinctively he knew the reason. It was this warm, friendly lady who made him laugh and didn't seem to mind his problems at all. She liked him, Chris realised. He wanted more of that. 'OK,' he said happily. 'Good boy',' said Sonia. She went to a cupboard and returned with a thick, soft fold of towelling. Chris watched her in silence. Whatever she did would be good, he thought. When Alice changed him, he usually felt inadequate and even ashamed, and worse when Jess attended to him, but he found himself enjoying Sonia's attention and chatter as she patted him with talc. 'Up!' said Sonia and Chris raised his bottom off the bench. He smiled at the soft warmth of the terry diaper. 'Keep still, honey,' said Sonia as Chris wiggled on the soft whiteness, enjoying the contrast with the cold, slippery lining of his usual diapers. Of course she had to use pins instead of tapes, thought Chris as Sonia tugged the diaper gently around him and pinned it with large safety pins. 'Now, on your feet, mister,' said Sonia and Chris plopped his feet to the floor. Sonia had her hands behind her back. 'Balloons or bears?' she asked with a grin. Chris looked at her questioningly. 'Who wants to wear boring old plain panties?' Sonia asked him. 'It will be your secret, but wherever you go you can have balloons, or bears round your tummy. Which do you want?' Chris grinned too. It sounded like fun. 'Erm, bears,' he said. Sonia produced from behind her back a translucent panty covered in jolly little dancing bears. Much better than boring plain ones, thought Chris, and grinned with pleasure as Sonia leaned towards him and planted a kiss on his still damp hair. Sonia pulled the panties up over Chris's diaper and tucked in the edges of the terry diaper. Chris turned to find a mirror. 'There's no mirror,' he said with disappointment. 'No honey, we don't have mirrors here,' said Sonia. That seems odd, thought Chris. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Oh, they upset some of the guests,' said Sonia. 'And they're hard to keep clean. We'd rather spend our time looking after you.' Chris couldn't think why a mirror would upset anyone, but he could see the sense in not having to clean them. Alice must clean ours, he thought. Sonia produced another pair of shortalls, this time in a pale apricot colour. 'The others were a little bit smelly,' she said, and Chris felt a flash of guilt. 'But that's OK,' she added. 'These are just as good.' She helped Chris into the shortalls. Chris put his sneakers back on, and stood up. The new diaper felt great. He ran his hands over his tummy and backside. He didn't mind the bulk. It didn't bother Sonia so it didn't bother him. Then he felt something else. There were press studs between his thighs. He looked in slight alarm at Sonia. 'Oh, don't worry about those,' said Sonia. 'Lots of our clothes have them. They just make it a bit easier sometimes when we're changing you. How do you feel in your secret bear panties?' Chris grinned again. 'Good,' said Sonia. 'Now, let's keep going to where we were going before. It's a surprise, but I know you'll like it.' Chris began to feel quite excited. What had started as a disaster actually turned out to be fun. Sonia held out her hand, which Chris eagerly grasped, and she led him out into the hallway once more. Chris had to waddle a little wearing the thick terry diaper, but he didn't mind. He felt comfortable, safe and happy. To be continued.

The Home Chapter 4 Chris managed to stifle his sobs to a sniffle as Sonia ushered him towards the shower area. He stood quietly, waiting for whatever procedure Sonia was about to subject him to. He was getting over the shock of messing his diaper, and was feeling a bit more confident about things. 'That doesn't happen very often,' he said as Sonia put on one of the white vinyl aprons from the hooks on the wall. 'It's what your diaper is for, Chris,' said Sonia, helping Chris take off his shortalls. 'The girls and boys here have accidents too. That's what this shower is for.' Chris pricked up his ears. 'Are they girls and boys?' he asked. 'Aren't I too old to be here?' Sonia smiled at the slightly built Chris, now standing in front of her wearing only his diaper and plastic panty. What a cutie, she thought. In a dim light, he could almost pass for a someone much younger than his age - even a young girl , she thought, looking at Chris's fine facial bones. He even had glossy blonde hair most girls would die for. She imagined he'd stopped getting it cut when he stopped working. Sonia put her thoughts aside, looked at Chris with a smile and laughed. 'We call them girls and boys. Some of the guests are a bit older, but boys and girls seems more friendly,' Sonia said. 'You'll see,' she added. 'Now, lets get this messy thing off you.' Chris wasn't looking forward to that. The last time he'd messed his diaper he'd been out shopping with Alice and Jess. He'd lost sight of them and panicked, and the result was an early departure from the shops, an uncomfortable and embarrassing trip home and a permanent reduction in status for Chris in Jess's eyes. Sonia removed Chris's plastic panty, then Chris kept his legs slightly apart while Sonia slid the diaper with its load to the floor, then put it in the big bin. 'Yuck,' Chris said. Damn - interruption. More later I hope. Sal XX

The Home Chapter 3 As Chris walked along the dark hallway next to Sonia, a thought struck him, then began to concern him. 'Before', as Chris tended to think of his old life when he drove to work, did his job, came home to his wife and had a normal, if ordinary home life, he usually just went with the flow. He did the same now, too, except the flow was quite different, and he had very little control over it. Here he was, being 'looked after' while his wife was doing business - adult business that Chris was no longer involved with. The term 'baby sat' came to mind, and he dismissed it immediately. He wasn't a baby. He was much older. Then he became acutely aware of his thick diaper, and the mental turmoil he knew well began. He was an adult but he was diapered because he needed to wear a diaper. The large woman he was trying to keep up with had just changed him. Under his pastel shortalls he was wearing a thick diaper and plastic pants, like a toddler. But he was still an adult. He definitely was. The turmoil turned to a rising panic. Chris wanted Alice, badly. He stopped walking and stood still, the tears rising. He just wanted to be with Alice, not following this lady to who knows where. With the near tears came another product of his anxiety, low in his stomach. He knew that feeling too. 'Chris?' asked Sonia, stopping and turning towards him. She recognised the panic in his face. 'Honey, it's OK. Everything's OK. We're going to a really nice place where you can meet some new friends,' she reassured him. The thought of meeting new people made Chris even more anxious, and he felt the pressure increasing in his lower abdomen. He looked desperately at Sonia. From experience, she knew what the immediate problem might be. 'Do you need the bathroom, honey?' she asked. Chris nodded. 'Come on then,' said Sonia, taking his hand and leading him back to the big bathroom they'd just left. Chris followed for a few steps then stopped again, bent his legs slightly, grunted quietly and filled his diaper with a large, soft bowel movement. Then he gave in to the tears that were threatening, and began crying as he clutched Sonia's hand. Sonia realised what had happened and took both his hands. 'Don't worry, honey. It's just an accident. It's a new place for you and you're feeling scared. Let's get your diaper changed. Come on.' Sobbing, Chris followed Sonia back into the bathroom. He was no longer concerned about whether he was an adult or not. He just wanted his messy diaper changed. As Sonia led him to the tiled shower area, Chris stopped and pulled on her hand. He looked up into the nurse's face. 'It was just an accident,' he said through his tears. Sonia gave Chris the kindest smile she could. 'Of course it was, honey,' she said. To be continued.

: ) Thank you. That's one reason I like writing. As to where it's going, who can tell? Let me think... : )

Thanks Benjy. I'm a great admirer of your stories and I'm pleased you like this one of mine. Sal Attachments area

The Home Chapter 2 Alice drove along the winding gravelled drive and pulled into the carpark next to the foreboding grey mass of the old building. Chris got out of the SUV with some misgivings. He was glad to have Alice with him. He had always been shy, but with his present condition had come an increasing anxiety when faced with new situations and people. He'd been in the building before but not with the need for a diaper change. 'Can't we just do it in the car?' he asked Alice. 'No,' said Alice firmly. 'We'll find somewhere inside.' 'I don't want to,' said Chris, standing his ground. He knew Alice didn't like him resisting her. Chris didn't like doing it either, or the consequences. It made Alice quite cross, and in the past she'd denied him computer time or otherwise made life difficult for him. But this was serious. What was she going to say to them? 'My husband's wet his diaper and needs a change.'? Chris cringed at the thought. 'Chris, for heaven's sake, come on,' said Alice. 'It's a diaper change, OK? Don't start carrying on.' Alice breathed out audibly and grabbed Chris's hand. She didn't let go until they had walked around to the imposing front of the building and entered the big doors into the capacious, gloomy foyer. At least Alice is with me, thought Chris, trying to move around behind his wife. A senior-looking nurse appeared, a woman of about fifty, solidly built with her brown hair pinned up beneath her white cap and with large breasts pushing out the front of her crisp white uniform. And of course she was taller than he was, Chris noted. She greeted Alice with a friendly smile. 'Hi Sonia,' said Alice. 'Before I see Jane, I need some help. My husband's incontinent and he's wet his diaper. Do you have somewhere I can change him?' Chris felt himself blushing. He had to fight back the tears of embarrassment. He had never cried as an adult until his problems started, when his threshold seemed to drop dramatically. He'd even cried in front of Jess, which didn't help her view of him. Sonia looked kindly at Chris. 'Hi Chris,' she said. 'I'm Sonia. We have just the place,' she added, looking at Alice. Chris wondered how Sonia knew his name. He'd never seen her before. 'Jane's waiting for you,' Sonia said to Alice. 'If you like, I'll take care of Chris and you can go straight in,' said Sonia. 'If young Chris doesn't mind,' she added, looking down at Chris with a warm smile. 'Oh, thank you Sonia,' said Alice. 'I'm sure he won't mind, would you Chris? His step-daughter changes him all the time so I'm sure he's used to different ladies' hands.' Chris opened his mouth to speak but Alice cut him off. 'Off you go, honey. Sonia is the head nurse here and has changed plenty of diapers. You'll be in good hands,' she said as Sonia guided Chris into the gloom of a hallway. As so often, Chris saw no point in arguing. He walked down the hallway with Sonia, more conscious than ever of the heavy, soggy mass between his legs. He tried unsuccessfully not to waddle. 'Here we are,' said Sonia brightly after they passed a few doors. She led Chris into a large, well-lit room. It was painted all white and was lined with an assortment of cupboards and benches. One corner was tiled and Chris saw that the floor there sloped downwards to a large circular metal grill. Above was a big chrome shower head and on the white tiled walls of the corner were hanging two or three hand nozzles on flexible metal extensions. On hooks to one side hung three long white shiny aprons. Sonia turned to Chris. 'Just pop your things off and sit here,' she said, indicating a white painted wooden chair. Chris was unsure of the businesslike manner in which all this was being conducted. Sonia watched him for a moment to make sure he didn't need a hand. 'I just had an accident in the car,' he offered as a kind of excuse for his predicament. Sonia smiled at him briefly as she continued taking items from shelves and cupboards. She thought he looked so slight and sweet standing in just his sagging diaper. 'We'll have you fixed up in no time,'' said Sonia. Chris watched her lay a large, papery looking sheet on one of the benches. 'It doesn't happen very often,' Chris added in his defence. Sonia smiled. She looked at the bulky, wet diaper taped around Chris's hips. 'It's OK, Chris. Lots of the people here are in diapers just like you are,' replied Sonia as she put a large folded diaper next to the bench. 'Now, diaper off please.' she addded. Chris turned away from her and lowered his heavy diaper and the plastic panty covering it. 'I'll deal with that,' said Sonia, standing just behind Chris and reaching out for the diaper and panty. Chris handed it to her with his back turned. 'Thank you,' said Sonia, and crossed the room to put the rolled diaper in a large metal waste receptacle. She loosely folded the damp panty and put it aside. 'OK,' she said returning. 'Hop up on the bench, Chris.' Chris took advantage of the small wooden step on the floor to climb on to the low bench. It wasn't easy to do while shielding his private parts from Sonia's view. Sonia waited patiently while Chris got onto the bench. He sat on it with his knees up in front of him. Sonia laughed. 'We won't get anywhere with you sitting like that,' she said. 'Legs down, please.' Blushing again, Chris lowered his knees. 'Good boy,' said Sonia, picking up the folded diaper and expertly shaking it out. 'Now, bottom up!' Chris lifted his backside and Sonia slid the diaper under him. Chris closed his eyes. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He felt again the urgent desire for Alice to be there. He had never regarded himself as dependent on her, but he had to admit that since his life had become so different, needing to wear diapers, that he found her presence very reassuring, whatever the situation. He felt the light sprinkle of talc on his groin. This will end soon, he told himself. 'Shaving is a good idea,' Sonia said approvingly, as she patted the talc on the smooth, bare skin around Chris's genitals. 'A chore, but worthwhile for hygiene,' she added. 'Alice does it,' said Chris, and immediately regretted saying so, because it made him sound less than independent. 'Because I cut myself,' he added. He had too, the first time, after Alice had shocked him by telling him that she wanted him to shave off his pubic hair. Chris's light, curly pubic hair was one of the few aspects of his body that made him feel like an adult male, and he was unhappy, even angry, as he stood in the shower and removed one of the few marks of his maturity. That's when he cut himself and was one of the first times he'd cried as an adult. Fortunately the cut was not as bad as the blood washing down his legs suggested. Alice had taken over and soon had him smooth and hairless. 'Just like a baby,' she had said. It had felt funny at first but Chris was used to it now and accepted the reason for it. Sonia produced a pair of translucent cream plastic pants and carefully fitted them over Chris's diaper. 'All done,' she said. Chris clambered down from the bench and stood up. The diaper didn't feel much different from when Alice or Jess diapered him. A little tighter, perhaps. Sonia picked up Chris's clothes. It was chilly, and Chris rubbed his arms then his chest. He felt the slight fatty mounds beneath his nipples. While he had been putting on a bit of weight, he had also been doing some aerobic exercises under Jess's direction and he had noticed the two low bumps forming on his chest. He imagined he was even at his age at last getting 'pecs' and was quite proud of them. 'This tee shirt's OK,' she said, 'But I think these jeans could do with a wash. I've got some day clothes we use here in your size. You can wear them home and Jess can bring them back. Put this on first and I'll get the other clothes.' Sonia offered Chris his tee shirt which he put on while Sonia left the room. Chris looked around. It was like a hospital. A giant hospital bathroom, he thought. He looked again at the big shower area, and wondered who used it. Sonia returned with a pale blue garment. She unfolded it to reveal a pair of short overalls. 'Here you are,' she said. 'Most of our ambulatory guests wear these.' 'Are people guests here?' asked Chris. The term seemed odd. Sonia smiled. 'Well, once upon a time they were patients or inmates,' she said, 'But they're guests now. They are too. We look after them as if they were in a hotel. Almost,' she added. 'And I used to be a matron, but now I'm the director of nursing.' Chris found it quite interesting. 'What sort of people are here?' he asked. 'Oh,' replied Sona. 'All sorts. People whose condition or situation makes it hard for them to get by in the outside world.' 'In diapers?' asked Chris, remembering what Sonia had said about people wearing diapers, and wanting confirmation. Sonia smiled again. She felt sorry for Chris. It must be hard for him, she thought. 'Quite a few, yes,' she said. 'And we change them just like I did you.' She hoped she was making Chris feel better about himself. 'Are they here for good?' asked Chris. 'Not really,' said Sonia. 'Some are longer term, and some come from other places for a stay. Some are here because their carers have to go away for a period.' Chris had never seen any of these guests and wondered what they were like. 'How old are they?' he asked. Sonia thought for a moment. 'Age isn't really a factor here. Our job is to keep people we care for happy. We have all sorts of activities and anyone can take part in what activities they like, where they're happiest,' she said. 'Oh,' said Chris, trying to figure out what that meant. 'Sonia?' came Alice's voice from the hall. 'In here, Alice,' said Sonia, going to the door. 'All fixed, Chris?' asked Alice, grinning at Chris as she entered. 'Yep,' said Chris. 'We're just getting him dressed,' said Sonia. 'I think his jeans need a wash, so I'm lending you a pair of our daywear. Jess can bring it back.' 'Thanks, Sonia,' said Alice. 'He sometimes leaks a bit if he wets sitting in the car.' 'OK then,' said Sonia, holding out the shortalls for Chris. 'Let's get moving.' Alice turned to Sonia. 'I wanted to tell you that I have a good chance now to go through the audit with Jane,' she said. 'I was wondering if you can find something to amuse Chris for a few hours while we sort it out. He hates sitting in the car or just waiting around.' 'No problem, Alice,' said Sonia. 'Chris can sit in on one of the groups. It's no trouble. We often have casual guests who are here for an assessment or whatever, and finding him something to do for a few hours won't be a problem at all. ' Chris felt his anxiety rising as Sonia pulled up the bib of his shortalls and secured the clips. 'Good,' said Alice. 'I'll leave you to it. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself, honey,' she said to Chris. 'Be good for Sonia.' Chris winced. It was bad enough Jess talking to him as if he were a five year old, but Alice was in the habit of saying things like 'be good' at the worst times. Alice gave Chris a kiss on the forehead and left. 'I'm sure he'll be good,' said Sonia, and gave Chris a pat on his bulky rump. The 'daywear' wasn't as discreetly cut as his loose jeans and he felt self-conscious about the padding he could feel around his loins. He followed Sonia out into the hall and looked around to see if he could still see Alice, but she had disappeared. He went with Sonia farther into the bowels of the building, trying as he walked to keep his legs close together despite the thickness of his diaper. To be continued. ' '

The Home Chapter 1 'You're very grumpy,' said Alice as she drove towards the town. 'Do you need a change?' 'No,' replied Chris, staring out the window as the trees flashed past. 'Chris, you can play on your computer any time, and this is a good chance for you to get out of the house. I've only got a few things to do, and then we can have some lunch, OK?' 'OK,' said Chris flatly. He felt himself wetting his diaper, and gave a short sigh. He couldn't stop it any more, even when he was aware of it happening. The flow stopped soon enough, but Chris knew he'd probably need a change before they got back home. That meant finding a quiet spot and him lying across the back seat of Alice's SUV while she put him in a fresh diaper. How his life had changed, Chris thought, not for the first time, as Alice braked and he felt himself peeing again. They'd had three 'normal' years of marriage then Chris's old foe, bedwetting, had returned. It didn't help that Jess, Alice's 23 year old daughter by her first marriage and who lived with them, was a nurse at a nearby institution which provided accommodation for people with various problems including incontinence apparently, and when she found out about Chris's issues she convinced Alice to diaper him at night. Jess even brought the diapers Chris wore from her work. They were thick and bulky, and there were infantile plastic pants as well. After he'd been diapered for some time, Chris discovered that there were such things as pullups which were thinner and which he could put on himself, but Alice and Jess said he wet too heavily for those. So at 38 years of age Chris was back in the thick diapers he thought he'd left behind with his teens. Worse, he had only been wetting the bed a few times a month then. This time it wasn't long before he was wetting every night. After a few months of bedwetting he'd begun having daytime accidents as well. At first, his daytime incontinence was a matter of having an urgent need to urinate and finding it difficult to hold. If he didn't get to a bathroom, an accident was likely. Over time, the urgency had developed into unconscious heavy wetting. Now, a year later, he wet his diaper every day and had even had a few horribly embarrassing soiling accidents, although at least he had some control over that, and usually had a few minutes to find a bathroom or even a large bush. Chris had been devastated at the development of his incontinence, not just at needing daytime diapers and going back to wearing the baggy jeans and trousers he'd worn and disliked as a teen, but at the effect on his settled, adult life. The growing problem had cost Chris his job, and since he was now classed as medically unfit to drive his car had gone as well. The loss of his job wasn't so bad because Alice earned a very good salary, and said she didn't mind especially as Chris now did a lot of the housework. The worst of it was that Chris spent time at home with Jess, Alice's daughter, who seemed to regard him as one of her 'patients'. A further issue, on which Chris didn't like to dwell, was that both Alice and Jess were considerably taller than he was. With his small, light build Chris had endured school with the moniker 'Little Chrissie' and by 18 had finally given up hope of ever exceeding his modest 5 feet 3 or losing his somewhat fine features. As Alice said, it didn't really matter, but once the wetting resurfaced, being shorter than the two women in his life made him feel even less adequate and, he had to say it, less manly. But as Alice said, there was no point in complaining about it, just as she dismissed his complaints about Jess changing him. Chris had done his best to try to become adept with taping himself, but he found it hard to get right and his efforts usually resulted in wet patches in his clothing however efficient the diaper. At least Alice was sort of loving when she was changing him, but Jess treated him like a toddler, patting him to raise his legs and using what Chris considered demeaning language, quite apart from her seeing him totally naked. 'You're too sensitive,' Alice would tell him. 'Your're lucky that Jess is around with the skills she has to help you.' As they pulled up at a stop light, Alice looked across at Chris and studied his face for a moment. 'Are you wetting, honey?' she asked him. Chris was still staring out the window. With a start, he realised that his bladder was pouring a steady stream of pee into his diaper. 'Yes,' he said. There wasn't much more that he could say. 'I have to call in and see Jess's boss,' Alice said. 'I'm sure we can find somewhere there to change you.' 'Great,' said Chris. He hated going to that place. It was a big old house in a few acres of garden. The security fence surrounding it said enough about it, as far as Chris was concerned. Alice was an accountant, and the insititution was one of her clients. Chris had spent a lot of time there sitting in the car waiting for Alice whiie she spoke to the management, finding that only slightly less boring than sitting in the place's musty waiting room leafing through old magazines. They were so dull that Chris had eyed off the box of battered toys in the corner of the waiting room. He liked models, and even at his age had a few Star Wars figures at home. He wasn't above using them for light sabre fights when he was home alone. But he'd never needed a change while he was at Jess's work before. Soon enough they were at the gate. Alice spoke into the intercom and the big gate swung slowly open. 'Just in the carpark will do,' said Chris, feeling slightly anxious. Alice laughed. 'No, honey, I don't think it's a good look for the business's accountant to be changing her husband's diaper in the carpark. I'm sure they have a room somewhere we can use,' she said. Chris tensed, and felt himself peeing again. To be continued.

Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Place Chapter 7 While Joe was busy with his trains and farm animals, Ann was enjoying cooking, one of her favourite pastimes. She was trying a new dish, but was short of a couple of essential ingredients. That meant a quick trip to Rose's kitche, but Rose was also without the slightly exotic makings for Ann's French dish. 'Joe,' said Ann on her return from next door. 'Will you be OK here for a few minutes? I have to go to the supermarket. I won't be long.' Joe looked up. 'Yep, I'll be OK,' he said. 'Won't be long,' repeated Ann. 'And honey, go to the bathroom if you have to. Don't leave it too long.' 'Yes, Ann. That was an accident,' said Joe crossly. 'I now, honey. I'm just reminding you,' said Ann, now at the back door. 'OK,' said Joe. 'I don't need reminding.' 'Alright, sweetie,' said Ann. 'Have fun.' 'Bye,' said Joe, and went back to his train. Ann was soon at the supermarket, happily investigating the spice section. Ann usually dressed fashionably, if a little preppily, and was wearing tight designer jeans, low heeled shoes and a neat cream blouse under her thin sweater. The outfitted suited her tall but full figure. In the supermarket aisle, Ann passed a mom and her daughter. Ann particularly noticed them because the daughter was wearing yellow shortall's very similar to Joe's. The daughter, who was about eight or nine, looked sweet with her blonde pony tail and yellow ribbon matching her clothing. She was wearing red sneakers, and she held her mother's hand. Ann smiled as she watched them. The mother was dressed much more casually than Ann. She was wearing blue track pants and a loose wind cheater. Maybe I overdress, thought Ann. It wasn't a normal thought for Ann, whose usual casual attire wasn't much less busisnessliek than her work outfits of grey slacks and blouses. Sometimes, Ann set off her business clothes with a tie, jacket and shiny black shoes. Her work shoes were invariably heels, though. Ann was quite tall for a woman, and she liked the feeling of height even low heels gave her amongst the men in her office. It made her as tall as most of them, and even taller than some. Nevertheless, Ann thought, the mom she saw looked relaxed and comfortable. While Ann was shopping, Joe was feeling hungry. He looked towards the kitchen, and the big double fridge full of nice things to eat. In his head, he could hear Ann's instructions to stay out of the kitchen. Joe stopped pushing his train, and thought for a moment. She really meant don't do anything in the kitchen, he told himself, not just don't get a bit to eat from the fridge. Happy with his logic, Joe parked his train and stood up. Standing accentuated the firm way the shortalls contained his slightly chubby body, especially around his tummy, backside and hips. It wasn't a bad feeling, thought Joe. Joe felt a little guilty as he opened the fridge, but dismissed the feeling. He saw a container of orange jiuce, and carefully took it from the shelf and put it on the bench. Tehn he found a glass and poured himself a drink. He smiled as he stood looking back into the living room, drinking the juice. Ha, he thought as he half drained the glass and put it down on the bench. 'Not a drop spilled,' he said proudly, aloud. As he was putting the juice container back in the fridge, he noticed a tray of one of Ann's specialties - banana caramel cream tart. Joe licked his lips. They'd had some a couple of nights ago, so the tart was already missing a large sector. He could slice off a sliver, thought Joe. Carefully, he reached into the fridge and withdrew the tray. He carried it to the kitchen bench, and all would have been well if he'd remembered the half glass of orange juice there. Joe stared at the mess of caramel cream, orange juice and shattered glass on the floor. In his attempt to catch the falling tray, Joe had coated the front of his shortalls with the creamy mess as well. He held his breath, then took a few deep gasps. Thoughts raced through his head, none of them good. He wasn't sure whether to try to clean his clothes first or the floor. It didn't matter, anyway, as Ann was due back any time. There was absolutely no excuse he could give her. He literally didn't know what to do. Joe stood stock still, breathing deeply. His position was hopeless, and he began to cry. He couldn't help it and he didn't care. He felt simultaneously guilty, upset and even scared of what Ann would say when she got back. That thought really did scare Joe, and this time he felt the warm pee filling the thin padding in his pants and coursing down his legs. He looked helplessly towards the back door, thn his legs gave way, and he sat on tghe floor. He leant forward and tried to scopp some of the mess into a pile, then felt the glass in the goo and didn't want to touch it. Joe was sitting on the floor crying when Ann returned. To say she was cross was an understatement. Joe found himself standing in the corner of the kitchen trying to stifle his sobs, his back to Ann as she cleaned up the disaster before she 'dealt with' Joe. Ann grasped Joe's hand and led him to the bathroom. She stripped him off and ordered him to put his clothes in the washing machine. Joe returned to the bedroom, and stood naked, crying and fearful in front of Ann who was seated on the bed. She delivered a short, angry lecture on obedience and being grown up enough to be left in the house alone. When she finished, Ann looked hard at Joe. 'Joe,' she said, 'I'm sorry, but you have to learn that misbehaviour has consequences. Over here please.' Joe stepped closer to Ann. She took him firmly by the arm and bent him over her thighs. 'I hope you renember this, Joe,' Ann said as she brough her hand down hard on his bare bottom. She gave Joe a dozen solid whacks, by which time Joe was bawling uncontrollably. Once she'd finished, Ann dressed Joe in fresh traivers, shorts and a tee shirt before sitting him back on the floor in the living room, at the other end from his toys. Ann finished cleaning up the kitchen, then rang Rose. Ann explained that she'd had some problems with Joee, and needed her help. A few minutes later, Ann arrived at Rose's back door, with Joe firmly in tow. She sat Joe, disgraced and sniffling, on a chair in Rose's kitchen while she explained what had happened. 'Joe!' said Rose, genuinely shocked at his behaviour. '...completely wet,' Ann finished telling Rose what she found on her return from shopping. 'So I'm going to need your help with something for Joe.' 'In the spare bedroom,' replied Rose, leading the way. Ann took Joe by the hand and they followed. With Joe sitting on the bed in the room, Rose explained to Ann what the best solution would be. Joe sat silently now, but frightened of what was about to happen. His fear were realised whn Rose produced from a cupboard a thick, white item and a folded square of plastic. 'Joe,' said Ann, 'You've had your punishment for making a mess in the kitchen, but I am really unhappy about your irresponsible wetting. I know you were upset, but I do expect you to have more control. I put you in those training pants, but you don't seem to have got the message. There have just been too many wet undies, apart from the latest incidents. And I don't want excuses like 'I was busy' and I don't want any complaints about this. You will wear what you need to wear until I decide that you're grown up enough to back into trainers.' 'They're not training pants!' Joe objected. 'You said...' 'Joe, be quiet,' said Ann. 'I don't want to hear it. Now stand up please.' Rose watched with interest as Ann udressed Joe. As she suspected, Joe was not well endowed. Whether it was the cool day, or Joe's state of mind, there really wasn't much to see. Joe's penis looked quite insignificant sitting above the wrinkled roundess of his dark pink little scrotum. Rose thought that even some of her daycare boys had more between their legs than Joe. She wondered about Joe and Ann's sex life, then tried to turn her thoughts to the job in hand. 'These should do,' said Rose. 'They're very absorbent, and easy to put on with tabs each side.' 'OK, Joe,' said Ann. 'You're going to be back in diapers for a little while. I know you won't be happy about it, but I want you to think why this has happened. I'm trying to look after you, Joe, but as I said, actions have consequences, and this is the result of your childish behaviour.' Joe wanted to explain to Ann that he was supposed to be looking after her, but he could not hold back the tears at his predicament, and continued crying as Ann lay him back on the bed, and Rose demonstrated how the thick diaper was fitted to Joe's hips. 'It's OK, Joe,' said Rose reassurinlgy, as Joe looked wide-eyed at her through his tears. 'I've diapered lots of girls and boys in my time.' Joe had never felt more helpless and embarrassed. He took a deep breath, and bawled his discomfort. 'Joe, please,' said Ann, looking apologetically at Rose. 'Ann, can you do the other side?' asked Rose, indicating to Ann that she should take over. 'I've got something here that might help.' Rose went to a drawer, and returned with a large pacifier. Ann had just tucked Joe's penis and balls down in the front of the diaper and attached the last tapes. She stared at the pacifier. 'I bought it from one of the diaper suppliers,' Rose said. 'I use it with some of the older children if they get really fractious.' Joe was more worried about being diapered than watching what Rose was doing. Joe had his mouth open and his eyes shut when Rose plopped the pacifier between his lips. Joe spluttered a bit, but stopped crying. His eyes widened again when he realised what was in his mouth. He tried to remove it, but Ann held it in place. 'Uh uh, Joe' she said. 'That stays in. OK? Now calm down and stop crying. You're not hurt. You're just being dressed in what you need, honey. OK?' Joe was indeed quiet. The women looked at each other as Joe actually began to suck on the pacifier. Rose smiled at Ann. Joe didn't like crying It only happened when he couldn't help it. He was shocked by the pacifier being thrust into his mouth, he quickly descovered that it wasn't a bad feeling to have something soft to suck on. He closed his eyes and sucked, feeling a little peaceful at last after the torrid morning. Joe was glad Rose suggested that Joe have a sleep while she and Ann had a cup of cofffee in the kitchen. In the kitchen, Ann was interested to hear Rose's advice for Joe, based on her experiences with her own children. Joe wasn't a child of course, Ann thought, but the information about rashes etc was useful. Some time later, Ann woke Joe who seemed quite calm. They walked home together, Ann carrying a bag with some spare diapers, talc and other items. Joe still had the pacifier in his mouth. No one had asked him to take it out, and he was happy to keep it there as long as no one saw him. The bulky diaper unner his pale blue, elastic waisted shorts didn't feel too much different from his padded panties and shortalls. As they arrived home, Ann gave Joe a squeeze. 'See how nice you can be, darling?' she said. 'If you just behave. You can go back to your train. Let me know if you need to go to the bathroom, and I'll take you. I don't want you messing with those tapes. And don't forget. The diaper is just in case and to remind you of the consequences of what you do. OK, baby? I love you,' concluded Ann and gave Joe a warm hug. 'I love you too,' said Joe, then eagerly went back to his toys. Ann smiled. A day that had started as a total disaster had ended with her enjoying the strange warm feelings that both scared and intrigued her. Talking with Rose had allowed her to realise what the feelings were. They were motherly. As Rose said, the feelings were nothing to worry about. They were the privilege of every woman. That women without children could find those feelings in other ways, was a blessing, not a concern. That some men were really little boys was not a concern either. It meant that childless women and immature men were really made for each other. Ann gave in to the special feelings and smiled again at her thickly diapered husband sucking his pacifier and playing with his trains and plastic animals. The end.

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Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Place Chapter 6 Ann found Joe sitting naked on the bed. 'Tee shirt on!' she said, and Joe raised his arms. 'Up you get, sweetie,' she said, as she held out Joe's training pants. 'Leg in' she told Joe. She shook out the new shortalls. 'They're yellow,' said Joe, looking at the garment as Ann pulled it up around his middle. 'Yes,' said Ann. 'Just like the others, but a different colour. Do you like them?'' 'They're OK,' said Joe. 'Casey Jones!' said Ann with a flash of inspiration. 'They look very smart.' 'They're a bit tight,' said Joe as Ann tugged up the bib. 'Where?' asked Ann. 'Down here,' said Joe, shifting his weight as he indicated his crotch. 'OK, honey,' said Ann, lowering the shortalls and reaching inside Joe's panties. She pushed the soft little mass of Joe's genitals downwards. 'There, better?' she asked. Joe shifted his legs around a little more. He put one hand between his legs, and looked down. His view was obscured by his chubby, yellow clad tummy. 'It feels funny,' he said, lhis fingers tracing the flat little bulge curving away under his stomach. 'You look fine,' Ann assured him. 'And no one's gong to be looking at your tummy.' Now dressed, Joe looked up at Ann. 'Are we going out?' he asked her. 'Maybe later, honey,' Ann replied. 'I have some things to do in the kitchen. Why don't you go on tidying up for a while?' Joe looked cheerful. 'OK,' he said. 'Off you go then,' said Ann. Joe turned to leave, then stopped. 'Ann,' he said seriously. 'I didn't mean to wet. I was just busy and I didn't even feel it.' 'That's alright,' said Ann, and gave Joe a hug. 'Honestly. All better now, and that's what your panties are for.' 'Yeah,' said Joe uncertainly as Ann released him. 'Good,' said Ann. 'Off you go.' Joe was soon settled back into his activities. He was still tidying up, he told himself. But he had to know what was there. And it had been ages since he'd seen all his bits and pieces. Ann got to work in the kitchen, looking over occasionally to watch Joe. He really was happy, she thought. He was such a contrast to the tough, button down corporate types she dealt with at work. Now that Joe was between jobs, it was so nice to have him to come home to, even if he did make a mess around the house from time to time. She watched Joe brush his hair aside. He'd been happy to let it grow out a bit, but it needed a trim, and probably a wash, too. Washing Joe's hair was something Ann enjoyed too, in the shower or in the bath if she had time. She wondered what style would suit Joe best. (Short, I know) To be continued

Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Plac Chapter 5 Joe had completely forgotten the aim of his tidying up task. He'd found some of his farm anmials and was busy creating farmland for his train track to run through. Ann looked at him and smiled. He was genuinely playing, she thought. She could even hear him making quiet train oises as he pushed the little engine along the track he'd laid out. It occurred to her that this must be like what it is to have a real child in the house, and again the strange mix of pleasure and guilt washed over her. She had unconxcioxly moved one hand to her breast, and hastily withdrew it. Then she heard the voice of her neighbour Rose at the back door. When Ann and Joe had moved into their house, they'd found a connecting gate with Rose's property next door. Rose was a friendly, motherly woman in her mid fifties and the two women soon became friends. The gate stayed unlocked, and was a well-used thoroughfare for the women, and for Rose's labrador Sam. Rose opened the back door and walked in, holding a freshly baked apple pie which filled the kitchen and lining area with its delicious aroma. The women often made each other treats. 'Hi, Rose,' said Ann. She looked at the pie and grinned. 'That smells delicious,' she said. 'Organic apples,' said Rose. She looked from the kitchen to Joe. 'What are you up to, Joe?' she asked pleasantly. Joe looked up. He realised that he must look a little odd, sitting on the floor surrounded by his old toys. 'Er, just cleaning some stuff up,' he said, picking up one of the plastic farm animals and putting it back in the box he'd just removed it from. Rose put the pie on the kitchen bench and walked into the living room. She stood next to Joe looking down at the little rural scenario he had created. 'You're having fun,' she said with a friendly laugh. 'Some of my kids love playing with trains too,' she added. Rose, with her children grown and moved out, happily found regular duty as the local child minder and baby sitter. Joe looked up at Rose with some embarrassment. 'I'm just cleaning up,' he said, shifting his position as he picked up more cows and trees and put them back in one of the cartons. 'Don't stop your game, Joe,' said Rose, bending over to tousle his shaggy blonde hair. 'I've bought apple pie over.' Then Rose noticed Joe's wet crotch. The dark, damp area had spread. She also noticed that Joe's close fitting shortalls had no fly in front, just a seam over the little mounded triangle between Joe's legs. She wondered where Ann had got the garment. She looked around at Ann then returned ot the kitchen. 'Ann,' she said quietly. 'I think Joe's had a little accident. I mean he's wet his pants.' Ann looked back at Rose with surprise, then understanding. 'It's OK,' she said softly, then went to the living room. 'Joe, honey, can you come with me for a moment?' she asked him. Joe looked up, then stood. 'Won't be long,' Ann said to Rose. 'Come on, honey,' she added to Joe and ushered him out of the lining room towards their bedroom. 'What's up?' asked Joe as they walked into the room. Ann looked at Joe's expectant face. 'Sweetie, you've had an accident. You're wet,' she said kindly. 'See?' Ann put her fingers to Joe's wet crotch. Joe looked down, then back at Ann with a shocked expression. 'Ann,' he said haltingly, 'I didn't know..' 'It's alright, baby,' said Ann, putting her arms around him. 'You were busy playing.' 'Ann, I,...' said Joe, and began to cry. 'Shh, baby, no tears. It's OK. I'll help you,' said Ann. The weird feelings washed over her again. 'Did Rose see?' asked Joe between his sobs. 'Shh, honey, it's OK. Rose is fine. Let's get you changed.,' said Ann. 'But I didn't know,' sobbed Joe as Ann helped him out of his shortall. She saw that Joe was peeing a little more as she pulled down his clothing. She took his hand and led him into the ensuite bathroom. 'Just sit on the loo, sweetie, and I'll get you some clean clothes,' she said, guiding Joe, now wearing only his tee shirt, onto the toilet seat. 'I think you should have a shower too, honey. I'll help you when you're out.' She went back to the bedroom, noting the drips on the floor and deciding to clean up later. She took out of the chest of drawers Joe's other shortalls and another pair of padded panties. She put them on the bed then went back to the kitchen. 'Is he OK?' asked Rose. 'I heard him crying.' 'Yes, he's OK,' replied Ann. 'He has little accidents, but not usually that bad.' Rose looked at Ann. 'He's not unwell, is he? I mean, have you seen anyone about it?' she asked. 'Sort of,' said Ann. 'Joe's a bit resistant to talking about it. I brought it up last time I saw Jane,' continued Ann, mentioning the women's mutual friend and doctor, 'She said he has a slightly weak bladder, and just to make sure he doesn't hold on for too long during the day or drink too much before bedtime.' 'Does he wet the bed too?' asked Rose with concern. 'Oh, just a few damp pj's sometimes,' said Ann. She paused. 'And one or two bigger accidents since we've been married,' she added. 'That's not completely unusual,' said Rose. 'It's not,' said Ann, then paused again. 'Actually, his mother told me that Joe wet the bed reasonably often until he was in his teens. He had a few daytime accidents too. She used to put him in pullups at night sometimes and for long car trips,' she told Rose. 'Poor baby,' said Rose. 'Is it... I mean, does he wet often?' Ann felt grateful for Rose's kind interest. 'Well,' she said, 'His underpants are often damp. Actually, I... well, he wears undies with a bit of padding now. Jane suggested them. They're sort of training pants. I haven't told Joe that, though. He accepts them now, and it's better than having him in nasty wet underpants or having wet spots in public. It happened today because he was concentrating on his toys.' Rose smiled. 'I think it's cute that he still plays with toys,' she said. 'Oh, he wouldn't call it that,' Ann said, laughing. 'He was tidying up,' she added, lowering her voice to a gruff tone. 'He was playing, Ann,' replied Rose, laughing too. 'Yes,' said Ann. 'He's still a little boy in some ways.' Rose thought of Joe sitting on the floor in his shortalls, looking more like a happy toddler than anything else. 'Ann, where did you get those overalls?' she asked. Ann rolled her eyes and smiled. 'Well, I wanted something that he'd be comfortable in, and I was a bit worried he'd take off his new panties. It's the sort of thing he'd do, and those shortalls are not so easy to get off. I found two pairs at the Young Miss Shop in town. He's small enough that the larger sizes there fit him. I'd never tell him where I got them. But I agree, he does look cute in them. I was tempted to put a ribbon in his hair, but he is a boy, after all,' Ann said. Rose laughed again. 'He doesn't mind not having a fly in front?' she asked. 'That's not very boyish.' 'To be honest, Rose, I don't think he's noticed. He sits down to do wees now ayway. I got sick of cleaning up the dribbles around the toilet,' said Ann. 'A proper little miss,' said Rose, and both women giggled. Ann contiued. 'I bought him some new shorts in the Miss Shop too, and they don't have a fly in front. They're just nicer than the boy's ones. I should say men's ones,' Ann said with a laugh, lowering her voice again. 'Oh, and some new jeans with an elasticated waist. I don't think they have a fly, or just a fake stitched one. The elastic waists make it a lot easier to dress him.' 'You dress him?' asked Rose. Ann laughed. 'Yes, most of the time. I suppose it's just a habit. We've always done that. He's so slow, fussing around. I like doing it, anyway. 'Wow,' said Rose. 'Well, if you need anything stronger, you know, more absorbent panties than his trainers, let me know. I've got a stock of things for my older child minding kids that would fit Joe. If he'll wear them,' said Rose. 'Thanks, Rose,' said Ann. 'If it comes to that. He's quite good about doing as he's told, actually. He'd soon get used to something else if I put him in them, around the house, anyway.' Rose smiled. Ann was enjoying talking about this with Rose. She had a sudden urge to go and hug Joe. 'He's a little treasure, in lots of ways, Ann,' she said. 'He is,' said Ann warmly. 'He's my baby.' Ann felt the odd, pleasant flush surge through her, accompanied by embarrassment at what she'd said. 'I don't mean... ' she began. Rose put her hand on Ann's arm. 'I know what you mean,' she said. 'Ann, I'm out!' came a call from the bedroom. 'You'd better go and change your baby,' said Rose with a grin. 'Coming, honey!' called Ann. 'I'll leave you to it,' said Rose. 'Thanks so much for the pie, Rose,' said Ann, then headed for the bedroom. A mummy's work is never done, she thought to herself as he walked down the hall, and immediately felt a flash of guilt. A wife's work is never done, she mentally corrected herself. Rose walked back though the communal gate. She was thinking of Joe standing naked, waiting for Ann. She had never seen Joe naked, but couldn't help wondering. She had noticed before that Joe didn't seem to have much of a 'male lump' below his tummy. Maybe his equipment matches his small stature, she thought. To be continued.

Well spotted, babytom. You get an elephant stamp!

Thanks for all the appreciative comments, and thanks but ? for the not so appreciative ones! Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Place Chapter 4 Joe wore the 'big panties' to bed that night, and in the morning after his shower, Joe opened his underwear drawer to find that his jockey briefs had been replaced with more pairs of the big cotton undies. 'I bought half a dozen,' Ann said. 'I've got another pair out already. In you hop!' she added, holding a pair of the panties low enough for Joe to step in. What's the use, thought Joe, doing as he was asked. And they are fairly comfortable. But these felt different. Once Ann had tugged them up around Joe's waist, he felt under the crotch. 'What have they got in the bottom?' he asked. 'They're different.' 'Just a bit of padding in the gusset,' Ann replied. 'Lots of ladies wear them for their periods. And children too - just in case of little accidents.' 'But...' began Joe. 'Shush, Joe,' said Ann. 'You have been having little accidents, haven't you?' 'Ann,' objected Joe, 'It's just slight...' 'Joe, I don't want to hear it. You'll be bettter off in these. And I've got you something new to wear around the house, too.' Joe watched as Ann unfolded a pale blue denim garment. His eyes widened. Ann smiled. 'You won't have to run around with your shirt hanging out now,' she said. Joe looked dubiously at the pale denim shortalls. He was used to Ann buying his clothes, but these looked a bit odd. 'And a tee shirt,' Ann continued, holding up a yellow tee. 'Put it on first,' she told him. Joe put his arms out and let her put the tee shirt on him. He was still wondering about the shortalls. 'Hop in, Joe,' said Ann, holding out the pale denim. Joe stepped in, and Ann pulled and twisted the straps as she tugged the bib up in front. She turned Joe around and arranged the straps neatly on the back before snapping shut the clasps at the front. She finished dressing him and patted him on the bottom. 'All done,' she said happily. 'You look adorable.' Joe wasn't sure 'adorable' was a look he wanted. He went to the big mirror on the wardrobe and looked at his reflection. He'd put on a some weight lately, and the shortalls bulged a little over his tummy. 'It's a bit young looking,' he said uncertainly. 'Rubbish,' said A. 'They're very fashionable. You look great.' Joe wasn't sure. He stood up straight, and felt the slight pressure of the denim pulling the padding in his panties up tight against his genitals. He looked again in the mirror. His 'package' was more or less flattened by the pressure, and there was even less than usual to show of his proud manhood. Joe knew he wasn't spectacularly endowed, and for that reason hated wearing the Speedos Ann had bought him whe they went to the beach. She had got quite grumpy when Joe in one of his rare clothing purchases bought himself a pair of boxer style pants for swimming. Joe thought about that now as he considered his reflection. The other guys at the beach or pool in their briefs looked so huge down there by comparison, not that Joe went around eyeing off men's crotches. Other men's crotches, he corrected himself. 'Well, do you like them?"' asked Ann. 'Erm,' said Joe. 'Some thanks would be nice,' said Ann firmly. 'I really looked around for those.' Joe felt guilty. 'Thank you, Ann,' he said with as much feeling as he could. 'Good,' said Ann brightly. 'I knew you'd like them. You look lovely.' Lovely, thought Joe. 'Off you go,' said Ann, patting him on the bottom again. 'Why don't you go on cleaning out those boxes, then I've got something nice for our breakfast.' Joe brightened up at the idea. Ann had decided to clear out a lot of boxes of stuff that had been in the shed since they'd married. The boxes were full of Joe's 'stuff'. He'd been carting the boxes around from house to house for years - cartons of things he'd taken with him when he moved out of his parents house, in fact. Joe was sentimental about his possessions, and didn't have the will to dispose of stuff he'd had years ago. now was the time, Ann had decided. Joe had been unpacking the cartons, and Ann had enjoyed watching Joe's pleasure as he sat on the living room floor among the cardboard boxes, rediscovering items he hadn't seen for years. Ann dressed and began making Joe's favourite pancakes for breakfast. She looked out from the kitchen from time to time to watch Joe, who had quicckly become immersed in his pleasant task. He looked so cute in his shortall and bare feet, Ann thought, happily unpacking the paraphernalia of his childhood. Ann smiled as she watched Joe pick up a model train. He looked around for the carriages, found one and linked it to the train. Ann smiled again as she watched him push the little train along the carpet. She was glad he was enjoying himself, then she felt a pang about the children they had been unable to concieve. In a way, she thought, Joe with his small stature and slightly chubby build, was a kind of replacement. Ann cleared her head. Thinking like that made her feel a little strange. Joe, completely absorbed in what he was doing, found another carriage and some tracks. Soon he had them all properly set out. He was sure there were some plastic cows somewhere, for when the tracks went though the countryside. As he leant forward to reach into another box for them, he peed slightly into the padded panties under his shortall, but he was so engrossed that he didn't notice. After a few moments the thin padding reached its capacity, and two butterfly wings of dampness spread across the denim under Joe's plump little bottom and in the front either side of his compressed genitals. To be continued.

Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Place Chapter 3 That night, Joe showered before going to bed. He stood under the warm water, thinking. He was quietly proud of staying absolutely clean and dry all day. It made up somewhat for the big, almost feminine cotton briefs he had to wear and for Ann checking him as if he were a toddler. Joe quickly soaped and washed his penis. Though Ann wasn't there, Joe's bottom was still sore, and he made sure that he wasn't 'playing'. He emerged from the shower and looked with a smile at the white panties where he had left them on the spindlebacked chair that did for a table in the ensuite bathrooom. At that moment, Ann swung the door open and walked in. She looked busy, as usual. She had taken off her jeans, ans was wearing only a blouse and bra over a pair of satiny bikini panties. Joe glanced at the lovely soft swell of Ann's pubic mound in the vee of her panties. It had been so long since she had let him near that part of her anatomy. Joe tried to turn his thoughts to more positive things. 'Ann, I stayed dry all day!' said Joe, and immediately regretted sounding so childish. 'Good boy, sweetie,' replied Ann. 'I want to use the bathroom now, so let's get you dried and ready for bed, quick sticks. Joe didn't argue. They'd had the argument about Joe being in the bathroom when Ann was there. 'Here, honey,' said Ann. She had picked up the white pants from the chair and was holding the waist open for Joe. 'Not at night!' objected Joe. 'Yes, honey, at night. You've done so well staying dry today, that I think we should try and extend your good run. We'll see if you can get through the night without any of your little leaks,' said Ann. 'You can wear one of my long tees, so I can check you easilly.' Joe felt his emotions rising. He hated it when Ann told him something - virtually instructed him - and he couldn't help objecting, like now. He'd always worn striped pyjamas, or in summer, nothing at all. Apart from a few tiny leaks, it had always been fine. Now he was being told to wear not only the childish big white briefs, with their elastic legs, but one of Ann's 'long tees'. Joe knew what they were. She had two - a long pink one and a long pale yellow one. She wore them around the house a lot. They were dresses, Joe decided. Any women's garment open at the bottom was a dress, as far as he was concerned. He felt his lower lip tremble, and he managed 'Ann...' before his voice cracked and he turned his attention to trying not to cry. Ann tugged his briefs his around his waist, and kissed his forehead. 'No tears, honey. I wear panties to bed, so what's the problem?' 'Nothing,' muttered Joe. Once again, he'd given in, he thought unhappily. H e didn't feel he had an option. He wondered when it had started. Probably when they decided Ann would work for a couple of years and he would stay home. Well, when Ann decided that, he thought. Joe had always given Ann some privileges within their marriage, he told himself. He told himself he did that because, because in truth, he thought, Ann simply took them. She didn't exactly take charge, but she was forceful, in her way. Joe found it hard to think critically of the woman he loved so dearly. She was in fact Joe's tower of strength, almost literally, Joe thought ruefully. She stood a generous 5 ft 10 inches, while Joe, who'd had a very difficult childhood with several medical conditions that had affected his growth, was about 5 ft 2 inches tall. He always said 'about 5 feet 2' because he was really 5 ft 1 and a quarter, if he stood absolutely straight. He was lighter than Ann too, and he swam in her clothes. They'd found that out one day at the beach. Some one had taken Joe's bag of clothes by mistake from the public changing room, and left an identical bag of children's clothes. The problem was never sorted out, but Ann said she'd wear her swimsuit home so Joe could wear her pants. The result was comical. Ann's pants were both too long and way too large around the waist for Joe. Joe remembered that day. Ann had laughed. 'You look so funny in grown up clothes!' she had said. It was the first time Joe had noticed Ann treating him like a child. The moment passed, and Ann never mentioned it after that, but Joe thought about it often. As always, apologies for this being so short. Things will speed up soon. Sal

Thanks CDfm. I've had a bit of a break, and I'm getting back into it. I'll try to find my uncompleted stories and do something about those, too. Thanks for the rep. Sal.

Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Place  Chapter 2 Joe sat in the big swivel chair in the study, facing the computer screen as his game booted up. He thought over recent events. He looked at the framed picture of him and Ann, taken on holiday a year ago. They looked like a typical happy couple. Joe kept looking at the photo. Usually, for a photo, he tried to find a place to stand that minimised Ann's significant height advantage over him. In this photo, Joe looked even shorter than usual next to Ann, who had her arm protectively around Joe's shoulders. Ann was wearing tight, high waisted jeans, presenting her broad hips and wide, smooth crotch confidently to the camera. Her mummy jeans, Ann called them. It wasn't really funny, thought Joe with a frown. From a distance, they could be mistaken for big sister and little brother, or even mother and son. By comparison, in the photo Joe wore crumpled, somewhat juvenile shorts. Worse, he was holding a child's beach bucket he had just found. His other hand was covering his crotch, as if he were trying to hide something. Ann was smiling at the camera. Joe was looking up at Ann, as if he were about to ask her something. He remembered the moment now. Ann had given her phone to someone else to take the photo, and Joe had told her that they needed to hurry up because he needed to use the toilet. He had finally got to the toilet on the beach, but had wet his shorts a little and changed into his swimming gear straight away to avoid Ann finding out. She never did. Joe looked unhappily at the picture then turned to his game which was ready to go. Joe shifted in the chair, feeling the way his front and rear were now encased in soft cotton. He shifted again. The feeling of softness, containment and warmth wasn't unpleasant. His hand went to his crotch to exploit the good feeling, then he remembered Ann's warning. His backside still hurt, and he withdrew his hand, feeling guilty not that he had been about to touch his wee wee - his penis, he corrected himself - but that he had been physically disciplined by his wife, and that it was working. After half an hour of game playing, Joe got up and walked to the living room. He saw Ann sitting and reading. Joe stopped near the kitchen. He took a breath and exhaled. Ann looked up. 'What is it honey?' she asked. 'Erm, can I have something to drink and a cookie or something?' Joe asked, feeling ridiculous having to ask his wife such a question. 'In a few minutes, sweetie,' said Ann. At least she's being nice to me, thought Joe. 'How are your new panties?' asked Ann, looking up. 'Fine,' said Joe. He wasn't so keen on the phrase 'your new panties'. He didn't want yo be wearing them tomorrow. 'And how's your bottom feeling?' Ann continued. 'Fine,' said Joe shortly. His backside did still hurt, but he didn't want to give Ann the satisfaction of telling her. 'I'm sorry I had to spank you,' said Ann, 'But I won't tolerate brattish behaviour from you. I've put up with too much of that. Let's hope you've learned a lesson and can be better behaved.' She didn't have to spank me, thought Joe. They were both adults. Adults don't get spanked. Not husbands by their wives. She was his wife, not his mummy. Mother, Joe corrected himself. 'Joe?' he heard Ann say. She was looking at him. 'What?' asked Joe. 'What Ann,' she corrected Joe. 'Well, have you learned a lesson?' 'Yes,' Joe said, feeling pathetic after his brave thoughts of a moment ago concerning wives and spanked husbands. 'Yes, Ann,' he heard himself add, just to complete his submission. 'Good boy,' Ann said with a smile. 'Now, let's check your new panties then I'll get you a snack.' Joe glared resentfully at Ann, who stood up and walked towards him. 'Don't start, please Joe. You've been good, now don't spoil it. Let's have a look. Have you been to the bathroom since you've had these on?' Ann asked, gently pulling Joe's track pants to his knees. 'No,' said Joe quietly. Ann inspected the front and back of Joe's underwear. 'Well done!' she said happily. 'All dry and clean!' Joe said nothing. What other husbands wives check their panties, he thought. Underpants, he corrected himself. Of course he was clean and dry. 'I'll check you again at dinner, and if you're still nice and dry, I have a treat for you,' Ann said. Joe couldn't help but feel a small flush of pleasure at Ann's words, then felt resentment again. What other wives would promise their husbands a reward for keeping their underpants dry for a few hours? 'Give me a kiss, honey, and I'll get you your snack,' said Ann, as she deftly pushed Joe's penis downwards and tugged up his panties and track pants. Joe felt a little trussed up as he followed Ann to the kitchen, but he didn't dare try to rearrange things. He took the drink and cookies Ann offered. 'OK, you go back and play until dinner. I'll call you,' said Ann. 'OK,' said Joe. She could have said 'play your game', he thought. He sat looking at the holiday photo again. They really were equal, he thought. It was just recent events that made his mind come up with other ideas. Then he felt again the extent of the full briefs wrapping his loins. He had had to ask his wife for a snack from the kitchen, and he'd just let her check his panties. More than that, Joe thought unhappily, she'd insisted on checking his undies and he couldn't refuse. Joe looked again at the photo. Ann was in charge, he realised. He began to sob softly. Ironically, he just wanted her to be there to hug him. To be continued.

Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Place Chapter 1 ‘Joe!’ Ann called angrily to her husband of three years. She stood waiting in the kitchen, having turned off the smoking, empty frypan on the stove. ‘What?’ replied Joe from the study of the comfortable ranch style home Ann’s money had paid for. ‘Joe, come here please!’ Ann shouted. 'And turn down that racket!’ Grumpily, Joe killed the sound on the PlayStation and slouched towards the kitchen. It was 8.30 in the morning. Ann was smartly dressed for work but Joe was still in his pyjamas. He had been supposedly looking for work for the last four months, but job interviews were less frequent now and he often stayed in his pyjamas all day. He knew that riled Ann, but he didn't really care. She made more than enough money for both of them, and she loved her job whereas Joe had hated his. Ann held up the frypan as Joe sauntered into sight. ‘First you ruin one of my good saucepans, now this, Joe,’ Ann said with exasperation. ‘I forgot,’ muttered Joe. ‘Sorry.’ He had put the frypan on the stove to preheat a but, but had become engrossed in his war game. ‘And you broke the tip off my good German knife doing God knows…’ Ann continued. ‘Yeah, I said I was sorry,’ Joe said rolling his eyes. Ann spoke slowly and deliberately. ‘You're always sorry,’ she said, ’But sorry is not enough. It's not the cost, which is considerable, it’s your lack of responsibility. You don't seem to care. You lounge around playing your stupid games all day, drinking can after can of beer and leaving a trail of mess. In my house.’ Joe looked at her sharply at the last sentence. That subject was by mutual agreement off limits. Ann lowered her angry gaze. ‘You can’t even keep yourself decent. Close up the fly on your pyjamas. I don't want to see your willy dangling around,’ she said. Joe looked down at the gaping fly of his pyjamas and tried to tug the opening closed. ‘Hold on a minute,’ said Ann, stepping towards Joe and crouching to inspect his pyjamas.'Move your hands away, please.' ‘You are disgusting,’ she said, reaching out to feel the soft flannel. ‘Look at the front of your pants! Take those off now!’ Joe, to his credit, blushed hotly. ‘Ann…’ he began. ‘I don't want to hear it,’ said Ann. ‘You have absolutely no decency. You're too tired, or lazy, to think of me for your sexual activities, but you're happy enough to masturbate in your pyjamas like a teenager. The semen on your pyjamas is still wet, for heaven's sake. As if your sloppy bathroom habits weren't bad enough. You stain the back of your underwear with revolting brown streaks and the front with, well, I don't even like talking about it. A toddler’s dirty diapers aren't much worse. And don't start that lip quivering self pity act,’ she continued, looking fiercely at Joe. ‘I know you've had a hard time, I know you've been under pressure and I know what Dr More said about rest and recovery, but she didn't mean that includes behaving like an irresponsible child who can't keep from playing with himself.' Joe did his best to look pitiable. He actually felt pitiable. He was 27 and Ann was 35, richer, employed in a more important job than Joe could ever aspire to, and to boot, Joe was totally out of condition while Ann’s regular workouts kept her in top trim. She was taller than Joe, and he had to admit, probably stronger. The couple stood facing each other. Ann felt like hitting Joe while Joe felt like crying. ‘I said take your pants off,’ she said matter of factly. Joe turned to go to the bedroom. ‘No,’ said Ann. ‘Here. Now.’ Joe looked at her questioningly. ‘Now, Joe,’ Ann commanded him. ‘Now means now.’ Joe began to untie the cord at the waist of his pyjama pants. ‘Oh for heaven’s sake,’ said Ann. She strode towards Joe and with both her hands tugged the loose fitting pyjama pants to Joe's ankles. Joe’s hands flew to his groin. ‘Ann!’ he objected. Ann laughed. ‘I don't care if you cover that little thing or not,’ she said. ‘I'm not interested, especially after you've been touching it. Now, take your foul pyjama pants to the laundry, and come straight back. Don't put any other pants on. I don't think you’re worthy of an adult privilege like being fully dressed.’ Joe stood stock still, staring at Ann. He was still trying to process the awful things she had just said. The mention of adult privilege really stung. Joe’s last boss had said something similar when she had fired him. Joe was even closer to tears now, ironically out of concern that he wasn't considered adult. Ann waited a moment, then grabbed Joe firmly by one arm and turned him towards the laundry. As she did so, she spanked Joe’s bare behind as hard as she could with her free hand. It hurt her hand plenty, and she hoped it hurt Joe. It did. Joe looked at her in shock, wailed ‘You hit me!’ and burst into tears. ‘And I'll spank you again if you don't do what you're told,’ said Ann, and propelled Joe towards the laundry. She watched with steely satisfaction as Joe’s white bottom, branded with her angry red hand mark, receded. Then she noticed something reflecting the sunlight from the tiled floor. She looked more closely and saw a trail of little puddles and droplets of urine tracking Joe’s path. Joe, meanwhile, was standing in the laundry where he'd dropped his pyjama pants on the floor. He was crying and helplessly peeing through his fingers to create a large puddle around his feet. He heard Ann’s quick steps coming along the passage, and desperately wiped up the puddle on the floor using his foot on the pyjamas. ‘Great,’ said Ann from the doorway, where she stood in her closely fitting tan business pants and neat off white blouse. ‘I suppose you'd made a mess of your pyjama pants already. Pee all over them isn't going to be much worse. When you've cleaned up your trail of pee in the hall - with a mop like a grownup - I want to have a serious talk with you. And no pants. Irresponsible, messy little boys don't need pants.’ Joe looked at Ann fearfully. ‘Ann, I…’ he began through his sobs. ‘Save it,’ said Ann. ‘Clean yourself up and see me in the living room.’ Ann glanced with displeasure at Joe’s modest penis, now sticking out horizontally beneath his rounded tummy. ‘And I don't care how stiff your little wee wee is, don't touch it. I'll see you in the living room,’ she said, then turned on her heel and left. Joe did as he was instructed, and hurried to the living room, trying to will his stiff little member to soften as it bounced with his steps. Ann was standing like a sergeant major when Joe arrived. ‘Stand in front of me,’ she ordered him. ‘And take your hands away from your penis,’ she added. ‘Your wee wee is out of bounds for your dirty little hands. That's new rule number one. No masturbating. It's disgusting and I won't have it in my house. That little thing is for peeing only unless I say otherwise.’ Ann paused, looking at Joe’s penis sticking out from his sparsely haired groin. ‘Do you find this exciting?’ she asked Joe. ‘N,no,’ replied Joe, looking down and still sobbing. ‘Mm,’ said Ann. ‘Rule number two, you sit on the toilet to do all your business from now on. I'm sick of cleaning the floor around the toilet of your smelly mess, and half the time you don't lift the seat anyway. And you wipe properly, front and back, whenever you use the toilet, OK?’ ‘Yes,’ mumbled Joe. ‘And rule number three, you've caused enough chaos in the kitchen,’ Ann said. ‘You are now banned from there. If you want a drink, or something to eat, you ask me, OK? You're not responsible enough to be allowed in a kitchen by yourself. Got that? What do you do if you want something from the kitchen?’ ‘I ask you,’ said Joe quietly. ‘Why do you have to ask me?’ said Ann. ‘Speak up.’ ‘Because, because I'm not resp, resp, responsible enough,’ replied Joe. ‘Good boy,’ said Ann. ‘Come with me.’ Ann headed down the hallway with Joe following, still trying to will down his erection. Ann took Joe's hand and led him into the master bedroom. She went to the chest of drawers and opened her underwear drawer. ‘These are new,’ Ann said, handing Joe a pair of white cotton interlock full briefs with elasticated waist and leg openings. ‘I don't like the idea of you wearing undies with any access to your wee wee through the front, so you'll wear these all the time now, day and night. They will show up any stains or disgusting marks, so I expect an improvement in your childish toilet habits. Put them on please.’ Carefully, Joe put on the briefs. Ann watched him, then tugged the panties up snug high around his waist. She inspected him front and back, then pulled the front of the briefs away from his stomach and pushed his penis downwards. ‘That’s better,’ she said. ‘It's only a little bump anyway.' The touch of Ann's cool fingers had done a lot to deflate Joe’s modest manhood, and there certainly wasn't much to show now. ‘Go and put your track pants on. We'll see if you can keep your new panties clean, then I'll think about you being allowed to wear grownup boys' pants with a fly,’ Ann said. ‘You can play in the study until I come back at lunchtime. I don't want to see you until then. I've had enough of you for a while. Off you go.’ Ann went back to the living room. Joe began to stifle his sobs and found his track pants. Before he put them on he glanced at his reflection in the big wardrobe mirror. His pale legs stuck out from what looked like a juvenile girl’s panties. Joe swallowed and pulled on his track pants. At least the new underpants felt warm and comfortable. He felt his penis begin to grow again down between his legs. He dared not put his hands anywhere near it. He went to the study, avoiding looking into the living room. To be continued

Thanks Fulldiaper. I think the iPad's fixed. A Changed Man Chapter 3 Sue stood in front of Joe as he lay back in the chair. Sue enjoyed looking down on her husband. She felt as if she should have a whip coiled in her hand or something. At least a tight black leather outfit. Sue had to prevent herself from grinning. These ideas of dominating Joe were fun. For Joe's part, he felt a little intimidated but the view he had of Sue. She was wearing tight jeans, and the way she was standing her crotch seemed to be bulging towards him. He looked up at the undersides of Sue's large, firm breasts under their woollen covering. Above that, Sue's grim face. He couldn't help releasing a tiny spurt of urine into his underpants, and clamped his fingers over the cloth to hide the glistening wetness. Whether or not Sue had noticed, she brushed Joe's hand away from his crotch, exposing the damp mound of cotton. 'You're like a toddler, Joe,' said Sue angrily. 'You know what, Joe?' she continued, enjoying this little ad lib on a theme, 'If your going to keep wearing grown up underwear, but can't keep yourself dry, I'll get you a diaper pail and you can soak your soiled pants in Napisan every day. I'm certainly sick of scrubbing your wet, dirty pants.' Joe looked shocked. Sue didn't usually speak like this. 'Sue,' he began. 'I don't want to hear it, Joe,' Sue said shortly. 'I want you to get up, take off your wet pants and have a shower. Then see if you can find se clean underwear to put on, get dressed and come back here. Then we can see if you can behave like a grownup for the rest of the afternoon.' Joe was almost too angry to speak, but he was also embarrassed. He had on only a t shirt and his admittedly slightly damp underpants. He glared at Sue, but got up and left the room without a word. Interrupted again. More later. XXX

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A Changed Man Chapter 2 At last, thought Sue as she drove home. Something's happening, or might happen. It seemed to her that she and Joe were in a kind of rut, and Joe at least seemed to have no ambition to get out of it. Joe worked from time to time, but when he wasn't working he was basically a sloth. Sue worked, and when she wasn't working she was basically a housemaid for Joe. They didn't go out, or do much other than get through each day with minimum excitement. But Gil had sowed a seed in Sue, who was looking forward to change. ------------ Sue opened the front door. She had to push it hard because Joe had taken off his work boots and left them just behind it. With a sigh, Sue picked them up. She picked up a trail of garments Joe had discarded on his way to his favourite armchair. Sue heard the noting before she saw Joe, who was stretched out in the armchair, wearing only a pair of white underpants. Sue screwed up her nose as she looked at Joe's hand resting on the bulge of his balls and penis. The material there was yellowish, and even looked damp. Sue thought of her conversation with Gil. I can't really spank him, Sue had said. Right now, Sue wished she could. She imagined with pleasure putting Joe over her knees and giving him a solid spanking, until he was bawling like a baby. Then Sue was enjoying this little fantasy she would put Joe back in diapers and send him to his room to think about how childish and revolting his habits were. Joe interrupted Sues thoughts by waking with a grunt. He moved his hand away from his crotch. 'When did you get home?' he asked. 'Not long ago,' replied Sue. 'Your stuff is everywhere, Joe. And are your underpants damp again?' Joe grunted again. He just put up with Sue's hypersensitivity to spotless underwear. I'm male, Joe thought. I don't dab everything clean every time I use it, like a girl.

A Changed Man Chapter 1 Sue stood in the laundry, looked closely at the pair of Joe's briefs in her hand. She sighed, and put them aside to soak. She stared out of the window for a moment, looking over the unkempt back lawn. She felt hopeless. Since Joe had been reassigned to contract work, not only had his work become erratic, and his income reduced, but he had been even less responsible around the house than before, despite being at home for days at a time. The garden was deteriorating, and Sue felt that she was the only one who ever picked anything up around the house. Often, she felt like shouting at Joe. But he was the man of the house. That was a hurdle Sue found hard to overcome. The stained underwear was too much. Sue rang her friend Gil. ------- The two friends were soon at the local coffee shop. 'Maybe he's not lazy, Gil,' said Sue. 'Maybe he's depressed, with work and all. That could be behind everything.' Gil looked at her friend. Gil was a few years older than Sue. Sue had worked under Gil as a nurse, and Gil had a soft spot for the younger woman. Gil had moved into psychiatric nursing, and now supervised a facility for people with various problems. 'Maybe,' replied Gil, 'But I don't think so. I think the problem may be kind of inherent in your personalities.' 'What?' said Sue, alarmed. 'What do you mean? Do you think I...' Gil laughed. 'It's nothing out of the ordinary,' she said. 'Our society is set up for men to lead marriages. That suits a lot of couples, but not all. I'm not sure it suits you two, from what I've seen.' 'Lead?' said Sue. 'We're sort of together. I know you know us quite well, so what have you seen? You've never mentioned this.' 'You've never complained,' said Gil, 'And it's not my place to interfere if you're getting on ok. But I can see you're unhappy, and Joe doesn't sound to content either, so if you want, I can give you an idea if an alternative. I can show you another way.' Sue stared at Gil. 'You have my attention,' she said with a grin. 'What other way? I'm intrigued.' Gil smiled. 'OK,' she said. 'Let's go for a walk.' They left the coffee shop and walked into the main concourse of the mall. 'Let's just look at people,' she said. 'They're mostly women and children here, but they'll do for an illustration.' 'What do you mean?' asked Sue. 'It's about who takes the lead,' Gil said. 'Put simply, who's in charge.' Sue thought about what she'd just said about she and Joe being sort of together, equal in their marriage.she wondered what Gil had in mind. 'OK,' said Gil. 'Let's play a game. Well look at a couple or group, and you tell me who's in charge, who is taking the lead. Well start over there, mum in red top.' Sue looked at the young mum ordering her little daughter to hurry up. The daughter immediately did as she was told. 'That's easy,' she said. 'The mother.' 'Yep,' said Gil. 'Now this lot,' she said, pointing to a noisy group of teenaged girls. Sue watched them for a minute. 'No one's in charge there,' she laughed. 'In fact they're all arguing about what to do next. 'Precisely,' said Gil. 'They don't mind, but from an efficiency point of view, it's hopeless, and if they were all married to each other, they'd be in trouble.' The next group Gil pointed out was a mother with a female friend and three children. They had finished shopping and the children, two girls and a boy, were straggling. The mother called to one of the girls who responded quickly and rejoined the group. She called several times with no effect to the boy who was wandering off, then resorted to catching up with him and delivering a sharp swat to his backside, which together with an order to hurry up, got him moving. 'See how it works?' Gil said. Sue laughed. 'Yes,' she said, 'But I'm not a mum and I could hardly spank him! Joe's not a child.' 'Not chronologically, perhaps,' said Gil seriously. 'This is about the dynamics of the marriage. The best distribution of power. Have you heard of a female led marriage?' 'No,' said Sue. The subject sounded serious, but interesting. Something attracted Sue to the idea of power in her marriage. 'Come to the clinic,' said Gil. 'I'll show you some things. Tomorrow at 10am? ' 'OK,' said Sue. The clinic where Gil worked was just out of town. Sue often passed its high wall and imposing facade. 'See you there,' replied Gil as the two women parted. Sue felt a pleasant buzz of expectation as she walked to her car. To be continued