SallyKAT

Ooh, I've tried to edit out anything specifically Aussie! Well spotted, Honu!

Thank you, babybb. It's really nice to get messages like that. I'll keep going while I have some spare time. Merry Christmas. Sal

At Home With Sue Chapter 6 Sue looked back at Joe. 'Joe, I want to help you. Those are...' Joe suddenly flung his arms around Sue. 'I know Sue, I saw the packet you brought home, I know I need them, I know Jan's a doctor or something and I know she knows, and you found those baby things I bought for work and, and, I just want a week more,or just this weekend, please Sue, I know I need them, but I'm not a baby...' 'Joe, hold on a minute, just hold on,' said Sue, unclasping him and looking at him. 'What packet? What baby things for work? Jan knows what, and besides, she's not a doctor she's a special education teacher and is semi-retired. And of course you're not a baby. Now what are you talking about?' 'Those pants,' said Joe. 'What about them?' 'They're, they have, they've got padding and plastic in them...' Joe said, tears running down his cheeks and mucus hanging in a lengthening skein from his nose. 'Joe, they are not baby pants, they are specially made for people - children, adults, men and women, who have slight leakage problems sometimes, to give them more confidence and to relax them and make their lives easier and happier. They are not for babies. Now, what packet, what do you know you need and what 'baby things' did you buy for work?' Sue asked seriously. 'Just a minute, Jan, we'll be out soon,' Sue said to the opening door. She waited a moment, then took a corner of Joe's towel and wiped his face. 'No more tears, Joe. Now, tell me, what are you talking about. What do you need, and what did you buy for work? And do you mean that green plastic packet I had in the kitchen a few weeks ago?' Joe nodded. 'Mm, y..yes. I thought..' 'Well you thought wrong. Those were night diapers I bought for little Amy here. She is two. The local shop had run out and I was coming up to see Jan. Remember?' Sue said. Joe nodded. 'Right, now, all that other stuff. What do you think you need?' Sue asked. Joe croaked something Sue could not hear. 'What honey? I'm not cross. What do you think you need?' said Sue. 'D..diaper, diapers,' said Joe softly. Sue looked at Joe for a long moment. 'Because you wet your pants. And you wet the bed,' Sue said steadily. Joe nodded again. 'Do you think that means you need to wear diapers, Joe?' Sue asked. 'I don't know,' said Joe very quietly. Next - Chapter 7

Always glad to oblige, bloom. Merry Christmas to you too! At home with Sue Chapter 4 It was a warm afternoon, and, once he was out of the air-conditioned car, Joe’s ice cream was melting almost as fast as he was licking it. The two women were standing outside the front door, catching up on their news. At a groan from Joe, they turned towards him. A big dollop of ice cream had fallen from the cone onto his t-shirt, in addition to the rivulets of coloured ice cream running down his fingers and on his face. ‘Oh, Joe,’ said Sue. ‘Why did you take your bib off?’ Joe guiltily wiped his face with his already dripping forearm and then pulled his t-shirt outwards, trying to stop what was left of the ice cream dollop from heading south. A moment later, the remainder of the ice cream above the cone fell onto the neatly raked gravel as Joe tipped the cone awkwardly while clutching at his t-shirt. Joe stood helpless, too scared to move. How bad could this get? ‘Oh Joe, the look on your face!’ laughed Jan. ‘You look just like one of my kids! Never give a kid a double cone,’ she added, turning to Sue. ‘I’m not a kid!’ said Joe, as another dollop fell off the cone and landed on his shoe. ‘Joe, for heaven’s sake,’ said Sue, taking the still scrunched toweling from Joe’s free hand and starting to wipe his face. ‘Sue, please,’ Joe said, his words muffled by the towel Sue was using industriously. ‘Bring him inside,’ called Jan, ‘And I’d better take that t-shirt.’ ‘Come on honey,’ Sue said, taking Joe by the arm, as Joe attempted one last slurp at the liquefying ice cream. The only result of that was for a sloppy scoop of banana ice cream to join the rest of the mess on his shirt. He could feel the sticky, cold stuff trickling down past his belly button into his pants. ‘I don’t know how one person could make so much mess in such a short time,’ said Sue, taking from Joe the remains of the ice cream and its now soggy cone and wrapping it in the paper bib. ‘In the kids’ bathroom, Sue,’ called Jan. ‘Coming,’ said Sue, guiding Joe into the house and along a hallway littered with toys. ‘Mind the toys,’ said Jan from the bathroom. ‘I’d rather have them out in the pool in this heat than in here tidying up. Sorry!’ ‘It’s no worse than Joe’s stuff,’ Sue replied. Joe glanced at his wife, mouthing the word 'Sue!'. ‘He does model planes and trains,’ explained Sue. ‘In here,’ said Jan, holding the bathroom door open and taking the mess of paper towels from Sue. Joe couldn’t think of anything to say other than ‘sorry’ as Sue guided his arms up, stripped his t-shirt off him and gave it to Jan. ‘And look at your pants,’ said Sue, unbuttoning the waistband of Joe’s corduroys. ‘Sue!’ said Joe, trying to turn away from Jan. Sue gave Joe a playful swat on his backside. ‘I’m sure Jan’s seen plenty of little boys in their underoos,’ Sue assured him, yanking down his trousers. Now Joe did turn away from the women in the brightly-lit bathroom. He knew what his underpants must look like. He hoped for a moment that the melted ice cream had covered any wet patch left after his emergency in the township, but realized by the short silence in the room that it was not the case. What a great way to start the afternoon, he thought miserably. Sue and Jan stared at the big half moon of wet cotton on Joe’s bottom. ‘I’ll see what I can find for him to wear,’ said Jan quietly, turning to the door. ‘Did he wet his pants?’ came a question from the doorway. Annie, Jan’s five year old, had come into the house to investigate the new voices. ‘It’s just an accident,’ said Jan, ushering the child into the hallway. Joe wished he was on the moon, or anywhere. He appreciated Sue’s hug from behind, and turned to kiss her, but Sue was already turning him in the other direction to face her. ‘It’s ok, sweetie,’ she said softly, looking down at the front of Joes underpants, where the little lump of his genitals pushed dark against the wet cotton. ‘It was a long drive, and Jan understands.’ ‘Understands what?’ Joe said, his voice breaking. He hated feeling so emotional, and he was trying hard not to cry again. ‘Let’s get these off,’ Sue said. ‘And your shoes.’ Sue sat Joe on the edge of the bath, took off his shoes and pulled his pants and underpants over his feet, then removed his socks. Joe stood quietly on the bathmat as Sue put his wet and sticky clothing in a heap in the handbasin. Jan returned, and walked into the bathroom. Joe flushed bright red and covered his crotch with his hands. ‘It’s ok,’ Jan said with a laugh. ‘We’re a full disclosure family here. She felt the kids’ still damp towels on the towel rail. I’ll get you a dry towel, honey, then we’ll find something for you to wear. Sue,’ she said, motioning into the hallway with her eyes. Then Joe was alone in the bathroom. He looked around at the plastic ducks, bubble bath and the slip proof dinosaur footprints in the bath and the shower. A spurt of pee escaped involuntarily from his penis, and he realized that he needed to pee. Tired and upset, he slumped down onto the toilet and peed, looking glumly at the potty and diaper pail next to the toilet. Jan took Sue along the hallway a little. Joe could hear them talking but not what they were saying. He could just imagine. ‘Sue, I’ve got a top for him, one of my plain ones. And some pants that will look ok for the afternoon, though they might be a bit big. I’m a 42 these days,’ she said with a sad smile, ’And I might be a bit taller than he is, too. Same with my panties. He won’t want to wear stretchy briefs, but I have got a box of pants I keep for some of the special ed children when they come here for farm stay. Some of the older boys are about Joe’s build, but they’re training pants, you know, padded – would he wear those? I don’t want to embarrass him. It’s a pity he’s not a bit smaller. Nick’s a big six, and wears 'grownup' undies, but they'd still be a bit small for Joe.’ ‘The special ed pants will be fine, Jan,’ said Jill. ‘As a matter of fact, I’d like to get him into something like that anyway, with the problems he has staining his men’s briefs. I’ll handle the explanation.’ Sue was glad of the notice, and began formulating what she’d say to Joe. ‘Great,’ said Jan. I’ll see what I can do about pants and a top. Although, if he’s happy to go out with the others around the pool, he won’t need a top, and I’m sure I can find him some shorts for a swimsuit. I’ll get that towel too.’ ‘Sounds good,’ said Sue. ‘I’ll just ask him.’ Sue found Joe still sitting on the toilet. ‘Honey, Jan’s just rustling up some clothes for you. We’ll be talking about girls’ stuff for a while. Would you like to go out to the pool?’ she asked Joe, hoping to cheer him up as well. ‘Is there a towel?’ Joe asked. ‘Of course,’ Sue remembered. ‘Jan’s bringing one. Why don’t you hop into the shower and wash off all that ick, and then we’l get you into something decent. You’ll only need a swimsuit or shorts for the pool.’ Joe got up from the toilet, then flushed it. He stepped into the shower and was soon soaping himself while Sue sat on the side of the bath. Jan arrived with some clothing. ‘Here are the trainers,’ she said, handing the thick full briefs to Sue, meeting her eyes for a moment. ‘How is he?’ she asked quietly, under the noise of the shower. ‘Don’t worry,’ said Sue, looking at the other brightly coloured items. ‘These are the only shorts I’ve got that will fit him. They’re those bubble shorts, but they’re the only ones I’ve got with an elastic waist. There's no lining though, so...' Jan hesitated for a moment, then continued in a rush. 'Trousers,’ she said with a laugh, holding up a pair of pink stretch pants. ‘Pink, but who’s to see? Rear zip. And a top. Sorry about the teddy. Roger’s joke about seeing me in a teddy. Worn once.’ Jan held up a pale yellow T with a huge appliqued teddy bear face on the front. ‘It’s this or lace around the neck and arms,’ she said. ‘He’ll take it,’ said Sue. ‘Don’t wash yourself away, mister,’ said Jan to Joe, then left the bathroom. Next – Chapter 5 At Home With Sue Chapter 5 - a texty chapter, full of Freudian speculation and allusions. Sue wasn't sure what Jan was about to say when she paused while she was showing her the clothes. Unlined shorts would be fine if they were used as a swimsuit, Sue thought, unless Jan was referring to Joe 'making an exhibition of himself'. Not that there was much chance of that, thought Sue. Jan was her best friend, but she hadn't discussed with her every little thing about her marriage to Joe. Sue smiled ironically to herself. Joe's 'little thing' was sadly not much more than that, a little bump in the front of his underpants. Especially since his redundancy, his attempts at lovemaking had become not so much a chore for Sue, but, well, pathetic at worst and uncomfortable at best. On the few occasions he tried it, Sue would feel Joe fondling himself as they lay in bed, trying to gather steam no doubt, before turning and clambering onto her and trying to insert his soft little penis into her. Sue tried to help at first, quietly using her fingers to moisten herself when she thought Joe might be readying himself for another attempt, then trying to push his half-erection into herself. Joe would persevere, even sweating sometimes, before either giving up and, Sue knew, quietly crying himself to sleep, or he would fall asleep lying across her, leaving her to extract herself, sore and red, from under him. Ironically, when they were courting, and first married, it was the opposite. How he could go from coming in his underpants beforehand, which had happened more than once, to being almost impotent, she could not understand. But even at his best, he was no stud. Size wasn't everything, she knew, but it was certainly something. The last few times he had tried sex with her, he had got quite drunk first, and must have talked himself into believing he was, well, whoever that famous porn star is, when really, he was worse than ever. 'Like a raw chippolata', she'd read in some women's magazine. Things improved slightly when Sue had climbed on top. To put it crudely, Joe had stiffened up straight away, and even come, but then for days afterwards he'd be 'Mr Macho', cracking odd, 'he-man' sort of jokes as if to talk himself out of the fact that he could only manage sex with his wife on top. Sue didn't understand it. She didn't really try to now. She was happy to do what they'd done the last few times - she'd gently roll him off her and guide his head to her groin - something that she had been taught nice girls just didn't do. Joe had become very good at kissing and licking down there, and he didn't spend the next week pretending to be a man, or at least a virile one. The change to her being on top had had an effect on Sue too, another aspect of the complex subject of sex she didn't understand at all. Sue had felt herself become, in an odd way, more focused on her crotch as far as sex went. The whole business had gone from being a sort of all-of-body thing to being distinctly focused just there. She felt proud of her feminine parts - even calling it, to herself, her 'cunt', a word she would never use out loud. She'd gone as far as buying jeans and pants that were a size too small just to show herself off, although pretending to be completely unaware of how she looked down there. Sue was not on the lookout for a replacement for Joe in any way, of course. If she were, she could have had Jan's ex, Roger. At least, she was fairly sure she could have. At a party before he and Jan had split up, at another friend's house with a pool, Roger had put his hand between Sue's legs and literally lifted her up by her crotch and thrown her backwards into the pool. Then, he'd had a dance with her and spun her into the garden, putting his big hand down there again and saying he hoped she wasn't bruised. Back on the dance floor he had held her really close and she could feel his giant thing pressing into her stomach. Gross, but it worked. When she went to the bathroom after the dance she'd had to use a wad of toilet paper to wipe herself dry - not of urine but of you-know-what! Then Jan had told her that his endless affairs were the reason she'd turfed him out, despite her kids being young. 'Better no dad at all than that magnetic dick on two legs', she'd told a somewhat shocked Sue. Sue sat on the bath, imagining a kind of thick, eight inch, flesh-coloured compass needle, wavering around and then pointing straight at her vagina. A slight tingle began somewhere below her navel and radiated to her clitoris, down her thighs and up her spine. Sue snapped back to reality as Joe, dripping wet, kissed her on the forehead. 'I thought you were in a trance,' he said. 'Where are my clothes?' Sue blinked, stood up and kissed Joe on the lips. She looked at him for a moment, then gave him the dry, fluffy towel Jan had left. She watched Joe's little penis waggling above his neat, hairless little balls as he vigorously dried himself. She could put everything he had into her mouth and still almost close her lips. She'd tried it - another thing that would have shocked her mother. Then she remembered seeing Jan, on one of their joint skiing trips just after they'd both married, coming into the kitchen from the bedroom one evening, making a big 'O' with her mouth and pressing her cheeks with her thumb and forefinger, indicating, in her sometimes lewd way, how sore her mouth was. She'd had a drink of water and returned to the bedroom, her loud squeal indicating that the fun hadn't finished yet. Meanwhile, a lift operator had called Sue and Joe 'ladies', based no doubt on the only gender-specific part of their gear-clad bodies he could see, their smooth crotches encased in stretchy ski pants. There was no mistaking Roger's gender in ski pants or anything else. Still, thought Sue, she knew that Joe loved her more than most men loved their women. 'Sue!' It was Joe, calling Sue back to the real world. He was holding up the adult-sized training pants. 'Sue, what are these?' he asked, with a frightened look in his eyes. Next - Chapter 6.

At home with Sue Chapter 3 Sue was at a loss. She decided to tackle the finals issue. ‘Joe, it’s not that I won’t let you watch your finals. It’s just that if you can’t be grown up when I leave you at home by yourself…’ ‘I AM grown up!’ said Joe. ‘I’m 28…’ ‘Honey, it’s not a matter of years. It’s about being mature enough to..’ ‘Stop it!’ yelled Joe. Sue sounded just like his mother. She had dangled the maturity thing before him all his life, at least when he was living at home, and then, at work, it was in some report he’d got from some management team specialist idiot, and then his boss, his immediate boss, Petra Holmes, who was old enough to be his mother… ‘Stop it stop it stop it!’ he said, beginning to sob uncontrollably. Sue took her husband’s hand. ‘Honey,’ she said. ‘Honey, calm down. I’ve got a surprise for you,’ she added, racking her brains for what that surprise might be. She could hear Joe gulping back his sobs, quietening to a sniffle. Joe really wasn’t grown up when he was like this, Sue thought. ‘What?’ Joe asked, looking at Sue with the same trusting, expectant expression she’d seen on the children she looked after in her career as a pre-school carer before her inheritance had come through. ‘Ice-cream!’ said Sue in a flash of inspiration as the little township near Jan’s farm came into view. ‘Ice cream?’ Joe said uncertainly. Sue continued with the tactic that had always worked for her pre-schoolers. ‘Yep,’ she said. ‘A double double cone. What flavours do you want?’ Joe thought. Choosing ice cream flavours was a lot better than arguing with Sue, especially when it brought him close to tears. Joe cleared his throat. ‘Um, chocolate… and strawberry, and…banana if they’ve got it, and..’ Joe was imagining the big double header double cone in his hand. One more flavour. ‘More chocolate!’ Sue laughed. ‘Right you are,’ she said, swinging into the forecourt of the little general store. ‘Are you coming in?’ she asked Joe as the car stopped. ‘I have to pee,’ said Joe in a small voice. Sue glanced at his hands, still pressed into his crotch. She was about to say something, but… ‘Ok,’ she said. ‘We can stop again at the gas station just up..’ ‘It’s urgent,’ said Joe quietly. ‘Ok, honey, they might have something in the general store here,’ said Sue. Joe hopped out of the car and walked quickly over to the door of the store, waiting for Sue. Sue found herself looking at the back of Joe’s brown corduroy pants as he walked. The sun was in front of them, putting Joe's back in shadow, and as Sue reached the door she couldn’t help putting her hand on Joe’s rear, checking for dampness as she might have on one of her pre-schoolers. All good, she thought, opening the door. The woman in the store smiled as Sue asked for both the ice cream and whether the store had a bathroom. ‘There are restrooms in the gas station up the road,’ she offered, before Sue explained the urgency of the situation. The woman looked at the slightly built young man in the Jets t-shirt and corduroy pants. He was looking at a display of plastic toys and was definitely doing a subtle pee-dance. It was obvious from his red eyes that he’d been upset recently too. The woman’s heart went out to Sue. Perhaps the young man was one of those ‘special’ young people, like one of her nephews. ‘It’s straight through the door down the middle aisle,’ the woman told Sue. ‘Oh no, it’s for him,’ said Sue. ‘Of course,’ said the woman kindly, and raised her voice to repeat her instructions to Joe, who immediately scurried off through the door. The woman carefully piled the double cone with scoops of coloured ice cream. Then she went to a refrigerated cabinet and after a moment emerged with two glazed cherries which she placed on top of the heaped cone, carefully handing the treat to Sue. ‘That might cheer the poor thing up a bit,’ she said to Sue. ‘Are you out for a drive in the country?’ ‘No,’ said Sue, ‘We’re going to see a friend at a farm near here. Jan Owen,’ added Sue, thinking that the woman might know her friend. ‘Oh yes, Jan. She’s lovely,’ said the woman. ‘Now, she’s in some sort of special ed, isn’t she?’ ‘She was,’ said Sue. ‘We used to teach together. Jan’s got her own family to look after now.’ ‘Well I think you people do a wonderful job,’ said the woman. ‘Ah, here’s our boy,’ she added as Joe emerged from the aisles of groceries. Sue handed the overloaded cone to Joe, who was now grinning. ‘Thanks, Sue,’ he said wholeheartedly. It was just what he needed. ‘Don’t thank me,’ said Sue, glancing towards the shop proprietor. ‘Thank you, ma'm’ Joe said happily. ‘Here,’ said the woman, gathering some sheets of paper toweling from a rol on the wall. ‘He’ll need a bib with that. So it doesn’t get on his nice t-shirt.’ Sue smiled and took the offered towels as Joe stood already chewing one of the cherries. ‘Thanks again,’ said Sue as they turned to the door. ‘One more thing,’ called the woman. Joe was already outside as Sue turned to the woman. ‘For the trip back,’ said the woman, handing Sue a small bar of chocolate. ‘Oh, thank you,’ said Sue, opening her purse. The woman waved her hand. ‘No, no,’ she said. ‘I’m sure he’ll have a lovely time at Jan’s. I believe she’s got a baby lamb up there.’ Sue smiled again. ‘Thanks so much,’ she said, and turned to the door. She understood the woman’s misplaced kindness, and wondered for a moment what it would be like if Joe really was a 'special-ed' child. Sue missed her toddlers at the pre-school. With an effort, she banished thoughts of her own incapacity to have children, and of Jan’s good luck in both having her own kids and looking after the ‘special–edders’ , the special education older children and young adults, who were really like permanent, sweet little toddlers anyway. At least they were on good days, she reminded herself, suddenly thinking what sort of a mess Joe might be making on her black leather seats with his nearly capsizing ice cream. She hurried to the car to find Joe waiting patiently by the passenger door, his face already smeared with three colours. ‘Just a minute,’ she said, flattening the paper towelling into as large a square as she could and tucking a generous corner of it into the neck of Joe’s t-shirt, despite his objections. The short remainder of the trip was uneventful. Sue drove onto yet more smaller roads and finally came to a halt outside the front door of Jan’s beautiful stone farmhouse. Jan was outside, picking flowers from a bed at one end of the farmhouse. Sue could hear her friend’s three children squealing and splashing somewhere nearby. ‘Hi Sue!’ called Jan as Sue drove towards the farmhouse. Jan took Sue’s bag, put it on the ground and hugged her friend as she stepped out of the SUV. Joe walked around from his side of the car, still with his bib on, and still eating his giant ice cream. ‘Now that is an ice cream!’ she said. ‘Don’t let the others see that or I’l have to go down to Hilda’s!’ she laughed. ‘Hi Jan’ said Joe, slightly taken aback at Jan’s mentioning ‘the others’. With her backward kids at that school, he thought, she probably thinks anyone with an ice cream is a kid. Rapidly, Joe removed his paper bib and held it scrunched up in his hand. ‘How was the trip?’ asked Jan. ‘Oh, eventful, but we’re all friends again now, aren’t we sweetie?’ Sue said, smiling at Joe. Jan laughed. ‘Nothing like ice cream,’ she said. Joe followed the two women into the house. He knew his underpants were slightly wet, and surreptitiously reached down to pat the front of his pants. All dry, he felt with relief. Next – Chapter 4

At home with Sue Chapter 2 - just a short one. Joe had said goodbye to his company car along with his job. Not that there was much of a goodbye, he thought. Just a handover of his office keys to a junior staffer at the door. Six years of service and not even a farewell drink. OK, economies across the organization and all that, he thought, but still. ‘What are you scowling about, Joe?’ asked Sue, glancing across at him as she drove along the freeway towards Jan’s place. ‘Oh, nothing,’ said Joe. ‘Well I hope you’re not sulking about not driving. We’ve talked about that,’ said Sue, turning off into the network of rural roads that eventually led to Jan’s small farm in the wooded hills. ‘And if you’re grumpy about having to come to Jan’s, just remember the mess of cans and the state you were in last time when I left you…’ Sue went on. ‘It was the finals!’ objected Joe. ‘Anyway, it’s nothing. It wasn’t that.’ ‘Joe,’ said Sue, ‘I don’t know any mature adults who would get drunk by themselves watching a stupid game, get totally drunk like some alcoholic and then, just to top it off…’ ‘Sue, I know. I said I was sorry and it’s not as though I could help it.’ Sue ignored him. ‘And to top it off soak our bed that night like a, like a child…’ ‘Sue stop it. That was ages ago and I said I was sorry. It was an accident!’ said Joe, turning to stare at the trees going past. ‘An accident. A very expensive one. You know your mother apologized for not telling me a bit more about that before I married you,’ said Sue. ‘Yes, Sue, I know. We’ve discussed this.’ ‘But she didn’t because you told her that we’d talked about it…’ said Sue. ‘I know,’ said Joe, ‘And I’ve apologized about that too.’ ‘Which makes it alright, of course,’ said Sue. ‘It doesn’t make you a liar or anything. Oh no!’ The small SUV bumped along the dirt road as Sue swung onto an even smaller road. ‘Sue, please. We talked about it. Pressure, strange beds, um…’ ‘Drinking like a schoolboy?’ added Sue. ‘Yeah, ok,’ said Joe. ‘I’m sorry, ok? They were accidents, ok? I’m sorry… I pro… p…p…’ Sue looked across at Joe again. No wonder he couldn’t promise, she thought, recalling what was it, two nights straight wet in the same hotel, one pair of wet ski pants on a stalled chairlift when everyone else seemed to cope, wet pants on the big dipper at the annual fair, luckily at night, more wet pants when he was attacked, no, ‘savaged’ by a not very large dog that didn’t leave a mark on him mainly because it was behind a fence… Then there were his pee-stained underpants… Sue wondered whether she shouldn’t pack spare clothes for her husband whenever they went anywhere ‘strange’, like a hotel, or – even Jan’s, she thought. Jan had mentioned staying the night. At least she had a plausible medical excuse down pat, Sue thought. He couldn’t even make his own excuses, she said to herself, rolling her eyes. Then she heard Joe snuffling. ‘Are you crying?’ she asked, turning to him. She saw his hands in his lap. ‘Joe, you’re not wet, are you?’ she asked abruptly, slowing the car. ‘No I’m not!’ Joe almost shouted. ‘Sue, I’ve lost my job, I haven’t got a car any more, I didn’t even get farewell drinks, you won’t let me watch the finals, or even drive, and I… I can’t help…’ Joe was crying now, looking helplessly at Sue. Next – Chapter 3

At home with Sue Chapter 1 ‘Oh, no, he’s just home with me for the time being,’ Joe heard Sue saying into the phone. Joe stopped to listen for a moment as he was making a sandwich for lunch. He loved beetroot, and was spearing circles of it from the can onto his sandwich, a slightly messy operation that left purple drips across the benchtop. Sue breezed into the kitchen with a pile of washing in her arms. It was a couple of weeks after Joe had taken his redundancy package. He and Sue had had a few words over that time about Joe getting ‘under Sue’s feet’ as she did her her household chores, and Joe was trying to get his lunch organised so he could get back to the game he was watching on video. It wasn’t the time to re-ignite any argument between them, but Joe was a bit sensitive to the tone Sue had just used on the phone, no doubt to one of her coven of female friends. Joe thought of them as a coven – they were just women like his wife, he knew, but in his new, not exactly voluntarily retired state, he found them slightly intimidating. Here goes, he thought. ‘Sue,’ he said, ‘I wish you wouldn’t say “I’m home with you

Yes, please go on!

Over a year in diapers now... Conditioning has well and truly set in. Sam has accepted his toddlerish clothing, helped by his submissive rationalising if his wife's incremental infantilising of him as logical and necessary. He won't even go there, but if he did he would realise that he is now not only diaper dependent but mummy dependent as well. Mmm - keep going NewGuy20, you are writing a 'standard'.

Ah, reading this story is like having a relationship with someone who turns up every few weeks and kisses you once... Then again, there's nothing as exciting as a little... anticipation!!

I hope so! You've some very keen fans here, NewGuy20!

One of the most intriguing aspects of this story is best appreciated by looking at Sam's external behaviour. For all his internal strategies and rationalisations, Sam's behaviour is regressing as his decision-making becomes increasingly infantile. As far as the outside world is concerned, Sam's behaviour is that of an obedient toddler. He doesn't seem to realise it, but he is starting to think like a toddler: 'If I poop my pants maybe I won't have to go to the restaurant.' Logical ... only to a three-year-old. And walking into a room full of grown-up women in just his t-shirt and diaper, but holding his shirt down so they won't think he's dressed like a toddler... Who's he fooling? Heh heh, poor little Sammy. Soon the little control he has over his peeing and pooping won't be there at all. I have a feeling it won't be long before diapered Sam starts preferring soft toys to his computer, no doubt with some convincing (to him only) 'adult' rationalisation.

Thank you so much, NewGuy. The pace is perfect - it gives the story the realism which can get a little strained in the usual more accelerated story.

The electrons in my computer have worn their own little path here...

Yes, please continue. I'm having some very wet nights dreaming of what she may do next. Jess is a very lucky woman, even in a story.

Sam's innermost responses are becoming infantile, with the rational (to Sam) approval of what's left of his adult persona. Extremely well done, NewGuy.

Poor little Sam. He doesn't seem to realise, in all his hopeless rationalising of his situation, that he is becoming genuinely incontinent. He isn't giving temporary control of his toileting to Jess, with the ability to get it back at some stage. He is losing control of it altogether. So this is a powerful chapter. Sam is allowed toddler's pullups for a day, in the hope that he will use the toilet. But he wets himself twice, and is relegated to diapers, probably for good. As a measure of his development, he has failed to match the level of a three or four year old who might still be in pullups. His ability to manage his toileting alone is no better than a two year old's. Sam has tried his best, but there is now no argument. Sam needs to be in diapers, and like a two year old, he needs a baby sitter or his mummy to change him. He'll cry his eyes out once he actually realises that. Added... I've been thinking about this today. This really is masterful (mistressful?) writing by NewGuy. Sam's wife is telling him that he must wear diapers 24/7, with no option. Sam treats that as law - and that's true submission. Jess expects nothing less than utter obedience, and Sam delivers as a child would. There hasn't been so much as a spank, iirc. It's a measure of NewGuy's skill in this deceptively simple genre that this reader at least is starting to see Sam as a child as well.

Joshuac - means that it's a shame that Josh wasn't a 'diaper virgin' with no experience of adult baby life, instead of being someone who had already explored their AB traits. The humiliation is so much sweeter if the boy has never been babied by a stronger woman...

I watch the site eagerly too, as Sam's 'normal' becomes the 'normal' of a diapered toddler, hopelessly dependent on his Mummy for his comfort and for even the most basic feeling of security. Meanwhile, he struggles to cope in a world of adult women who regard him as no more than a child, without status, modesty or adult needs. I expect that soon Sam's computer will be exchanged for a box of toys.

Better and better. More please!

Poor Sam. If you read this chapter as if you were simply observing Sam, you'd see that despite the various rationalisations going on in his head he was now being treated as no more than a toddler. For example, Sam tells himself that by staying dry for a while he is retaining his dignity in the eyes of Shelby and Jordan. In fact, the women don't give his dry diaper a second thought. It will be wet and sagging next time they check, no doubt. Sam has become passive. The only words addressed to him are words which you would say to a toddler, and likewise his only spoken responses are the words of a small child responding to an adult. It's a clever piece of writing, showing what is going on at two levels: the adult level of the two women babysitters in which Sam is a toddler, and the internal world of Sam's thoughts, a world in which he imagines himself to be an adult playing at being a toddler - although even there are tiny flashes of realisation, if Sam would only recognise and accept them, that the reality is that he is a small child in diapers regardless of his chronological age and the little bit of grown-up work he is attempting to do on his computer.

Just a normal day... and Sam thinks messing his pants (diaper) is just a 'normal bodily function'... heh heh

Could be that Jess is delivering the coup de grace. Having almost accidentally discovered the pleasures of controlling Sam, she led him down the path and is now closing the gate behind them both. If that is the case, it will be interesting to see what she and Sam make of this unexpected departure from the changed relationship she has been working to define as normal. Great story - can't wait for more!

Sam now sees Jess as the authority figure in his life, yet he worries about being babyish. Heh. He's well behind reality there. Part of the appeal of this story, to me, is that we are regularly updated on both Sam and Jess's points of view as their relationship changes. Thanks, NewGuy, you're doing a great job.

Ooh we're all addicted! This is an excellent piece of work. Sam's aware of the path he's taking, but only sees the road immediately ahead, not the longer view. I love the dialogue.