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I assume that means you've just moved in your chair, Sarah. : )

Thanks for the advice, Babypants. Jess's description of Sue as a dumpy, middle-aged Frau was a fib intended to put Mike off his erotic thoughts. I've fixed the issue of Jess's age. She's a responsible young nurse. I still haven't fixed the issue of Jess not noticing her shaved vulva during the day. Maybe she doesn't wipe. If anyone else notices it, they'll just have to live with it - as Jess does! As to your advice, Babypants - I don't like working from a detailed outline. First, I don't have time, second, in my case the outline would become the full story, and third, while my stories don't write themselves, the plots do tend to develop as they go. Ideas occur to me and I go with them. Added later - I've been thinking about your comments, Babypants. Maybe my stories would be better if I worked out a structure beforehand. But I really would end up writing the story at that time. I'd think of details I didn't want to leave out, and there I'd be, writing detail after detail, in other words, the story. I really never get time to write a few chapters at once. I write when I can and post the chapter. I usually write directly to this bulletin board with no draft or version in a word program.

You've got it, Jayme. Jess can be in her early twenties. She has an office job, but she still babysits because she likes doing it. I'll make the changes when I get some time. Theres more to come among this motley group of potential ABs.

Nope. It's another continuity error, more significant than the one I mentioned and harder to fix! Thanks Babypants. I'll get on to it.

Note: I know it's a flaw in the plot that Jess went all day at the office without finding out that she'd shaved off her pubic hair. So either she really does have an iron bladder or she's the least observant bathroom user ever. But, she's neither. It's a flaw. I may fix it some time. : )

Changing Roles Chapter 5 A very short chapter because it's late and I'm already in bed, typing one fingered on a tablet. : ) Jess woke early the next morning as usual. She climbed out if bed, stretched and felt the wet pull-up between her legs. As a younger woman, she used to wake occasionally in a strange bedroom, sometimes next to a strange man and wearing one of his big shirts as a makeshift nightie. Times changed for Jess, but not the surprise she felt in wearing a wet pull-up. It was the same as the 'Oh God, who is this guy?' sort of surprise. Jess undressed and threw the pull-up with disgust into the bin in the laundry. While she was there she tossed her nightie into the washer with her accumulated washing and turned the machine on Then she had another thorough shower and sat to eat breakfast. She recalled having a last drink with Sue. It was huge and must have been a doozy. She decided to have a word with Sue about that. She couldn't recall actually thinking the drink might be spiked or diuretic etc, but at least she had the presence of mind to wear one of her 'rock concert' pullups to bed. Putting the entire subject of pullups out of her head, Jess dressed for work and spent the day at the hospital getting as much done as she could. She was relieved when it was time to leave her ward. She headed straight for the squash court, and played a few vigourous games with some other regulars. The concrete lined showers at the squash courts never felt so good as Jess washed off the sweat with her court rival Lyn. Lyn was short, dark haired and very athletic and was already in the communal shower when Jess arrived. Jess stripped off and gratefully walked into the warm spray. 'Ah,' said Lyn, turning to face Jess. 'New boyfriend on the scene!' 'What?' said Jess, looking at Lyn's wide grin. 'Nice job,' said Lyn. 'Did he do it or did you?' 'What are you talking about?' asked Jess. 'That's it. Nonchalant,' said Lyn. 'Anyway, it's the norm now. Except for anyone over 40, and me. My boyfriend likes it. He calls it 'exploring in the jungle''. 'Lyn, what on earth are you talking about?' asked Jess, becoming a little exasperated. 'Your bald beaver,Jess,' said Lyn, emphasising the two words. 'Your naked twat. Your shaved pubes! Lyn pointed with a soapy finger at Jess's hairless groin. 'As I said, it's a nice job. Ellen did hers and had little cuts everywhere. Ingrown hairs, probably,' said Lyn, looking admiringly at Jess's crotch. Jess looked down, clasped her hands to her vulva, and squealed. Lyn laughed lustily. 'You're a classic, Jess,' she said. 'Little miss nurse rocks the full Brazilian after hours and does an offbeat comedy routine when it's spotted. Classic.' 'Lyn, I didn't, I mean, something's...' Jess babbled, then ran from the shower and left Lyn giggling as she finished her shower. When Lyn got to the changing room, she found Jess putting her clothes on as fast as possible. 'Come on, Jess. Even good little girls take it all off these days. It looks great, though I can't work you out,' said Lyn. Jess had now stopped frantically packing her gear. She was a good little girl. It was OK. 'Thank you, Lyn,' she said. Lyn looked at her in confusion. 'You're a nice girl, and a hell of a squash player, Jess, but I really can't work you out,' said Lyn, pulling on the few clothes she wore home from squash. 'Say hello to him for me anyway.' 'Who?' said Jess. 'The new guy, who else. Mr clean cut. See you next week, Jess,' said Lyn, and left the changing room. Jess heard her laughing all the way to the door. To be continued.

Changing Roles Chapter 4 Chris looked down at the front of his t shirt. He'd been about to put the food into his mouth and it had just disappeared. 'And your fingers too!' said Jess. Chris looked at Jess as she spoke. He was suddenly struck by the fact that she was there, not Sue. He watched her as she got up and went to the kitchen. What was she doing here, Chris wondered. And where was Sue? Chris heard the tap in the kitchen running, and watched as Jess returned with a wet looking tea towel. She headed towards Chris as he began picking the mess off his shirt with the napkin from his lap. Now Jess was bending towards him. 'I can do it,' Chris objected, picking up the biggest bit and putting it in his mouth. 'I'm not a child!' 'Chris please,' said Jess. 'Sit back a bit.' Chris tried to push Jess away. 'Just sit still,' ordered Jess. 'You're making it worse.' Chris felt he had to make a stand as Jess pushed away his messy fingers and wiped at his shirt with the tea towel. Chris felt her firm fingers on his chest. 'I can do it,' objected Chris. Jess ignored him and got the worst of the sauce onto the tea towel. 'Right,' she said. 'New top. Arms up!' Chris put up his arms automatically. Sue dressed him most mornings and he responded to that command without thinking. He realised what he was doing and tried to lower his arms as Jess slid the t shirt over his elbows. 'Chris, please don't be difficult,' Jess said, tugging the last of the shirt from Chris's bare torso. 'I'm not a child,' Chris repeated. Jess ignored him again and crumpled up the t shirt before dropping it onto the low table in front of them. Chris shivered slightly. 'And I think that's a wet diaper,' said Jess. 'I think how's as good a time as any to get you changed for bed.' Chris became aware suddenly of his sodden diaper. He looked down at his bulky shorts, then up at Jess. Neither spoke for a moment, and the only sound was the cartoon on the television. Jess stood up, picking up the t shirt. The words 'I'm not a child' had formed again in Chris's mind, but the reality of the wet diaper stood firmly between his thoughts and his voice. Chris wanted Sue, badly. Jess wasn't used to taking any nonsense from her babysitting charges. She took the t shirt into the laundry and opened the wicker basket there and dropped in the t shirt. She noticed one of Sue's bras lying there, and out of feminine curiosity, she picked it up. It was surprisingly plain, almost matronly. Jess turned it over in her hand and saw that it was a nursing bra. One of the cups was open, and Jess stared at it, wondering. Then she heard Chris crying, and dropping the bra and closing the basket, went back to the living room. Chris was on the sofa, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked desperately at Jess. 'I want Sue,' he said in halting breaths between his sobs. 'Hey,' said Jess, putting the t shirt back on the table and sitting down next to Chris. 'No tears! You've been so good. What about a cuddle before we get you ready for bed?' Jess put an arm around Chris and pulled him gently towards her. His tears subsided a little as he relaxed and rested his head against Jess's body. She stroked his hair and listened to his sobs become sniffles. He was no different than the other children she babysat, she thought. Just bigger. She nestled Chris's head against her breasts. Finally, Chris got his words out. 'I'm not a child,' he mumbled. 'Sshh, baby,' said Jess, still stroking his hair. Chris's sniffling subsided as well. He felt the world contracting in a way. He was glad Jess was here. He trusted her. 'Where's Sue? he asked quietly. 'She's busy, honey. She'll be back later. Now it's bedtime,' Jess said. 'Bedtime?' said Chris vaguely. 'Yes, sweetie, you need your sleep. So, let's deal with that diaper and get you into bed,' Jess replied. Chris didn't answer, but snuggled more closely against Jess. She let him be for a few minutes. She was enjoying the moment as much as he seemed to be. Jess let the familiar maternal feelings wash over her. Maybe this was her role in life, she thought. She was too young for children of her own, she thought, but she enjoyed these moments. They even occurred at times with her alpha male boyfriend. She would never tell him, but sometimes when he sleepily nuzzled against her naked body she had even managed to get his lips to her nipple. In his sleepy state, he didn't object, and it transported Jess to her favourite place. She moved a little, so that Chris's lips were resisting against one of her nipples through her knitted top. She fantasized about taking off her top and bra, but after indulging the thought, she got back to business. 'Come on, honey. You'll sleep better in bed,' she said, gently helping Chris sit up again. 'Up we get,' she said, standing and helping Chris up. Jess felt that she might be a little wet herself. She became damp down there quite readily, and always wore a pad just in case. It seemed to fascinate Mike. 'You might as well wear pullups and be done with it', he had told her when she explained why she wore them. He'd mentioned the general subject several times since they'd been together. When Jess's friend Julie had wet herself at a concert, unable to wait in the endless lines for the few toilets, he'd been very interested, even suggesting that girls should wear protective underwear at such events. Jess had decided not to tell him that she sometimes did exactly that, and had a pack of adult pullups stashed in the back of her wardrobe. She liked to have some secrets. Sue had said that Chris was sometimes a little unsteady on his feet when he was tired or sleepy, and he readily took Jess's hand as she led him to the spare bedroom. Sue said he slept in there quite often now, although they still got together for snuggles, Sue had said. Jess wondered what they did, since Sue had said Chris wasn't really functioning sexually at present. Jess saw that Sue had put a changing mat on the bed in the spare room, and a pack of Chris's diapers was waiting with talc and a pack of baby wipes on the bedside table. She got Chris settled on the end of the bed, and took one I the big, soft diapers from the pack and put it on the mat next to him. There was another pack on the table too. Jess looked at it for a moment. They were stuffers to increase absorbency. She used then on her babysitting kids sometimes, and put one of those on the bed as well. 'OK,' she said. 'Back we go.' Jess was pleased that Chris was so docile. He really was a child in many ways, she thought. Whatever other issues his condition had brought, maybe for him as well as Sue, becoming more childlike wasn't nearly as bad as lots of things that illness brought, she thought. Once Chris was lying back on the bed, Jess saw a stuffed bear on the other bedside table. She looked at it for a moment in surprise, then reached over and picked it up. 'Is this yours?' she asked Chris. Chris glanced at her then looked away. 'Yes,' he said. 'J,just to help me sleep.' 'He's lovely,' said Jess. 'Has he got a name?' 'Yes,' said Chris. 'Teddy.' Jess laughed at the originality of the name. 'Did Sue give him to you, honey?' she asked. 'Yes,' Chris replied, still looking away from her. Jess was intrigued by the relationship between Sue and Chris. Sue had been quite happy to ask Jess if she could 'babysit Chris and had given Jess her instructions for the night as if he really were a child, mentioning his bib and telling Jess that if he got upset 'usually a little cuddle gets rid of the tears'. She'd instructed Jess to leave on his nightlight as he'd since his illness he'd become anxious in the dark, and to leave his door ajar. Jess looked at the teddy and the nursery printed changing mat. She knew from her work at the geriatric home that plain mats were readily available. 'Do you want to hold him while I change your diaper?' Jess asked. Chris looked up at her and nodded. He took the bear eagerly and seemed to hold it in a familiar fashion. 'Right,' said Jess.'Just lie still for a minute,' but there was no need to ask as Chris lay on his back quite calmly. Jess began gently to tug the stretchy pants down both sides of Chris's slightly chubby tummy. 'Now I've done this for plenty of children, girls and boys'' Jess said kindly as she worked. 'And adults too,' she added. 'Bottom up!' Jess had prepared a little spiel to give Chris in case he was embarrassed, but he seemed quite happy. His shorts removed, Jess unpeeled the tapes of his diaper. She could see where the wetness had faded the indicators across the front of the diaper. She pulled back the heavy, gelatinous front of the diaper and the soaked stuffer inside it. 'You're very wet, honey,' she said without thinking, then to make it sound more conversational, added 'Did you wet during dinner?' 'Don't know,' replied Chris, to Jess's slight surprise. 'Well, never mind,' said Jess, pulling back the bulging diaper. She wondered at first where Chris's 'junk' was. As she pulled the diaper back, all she saw was the low, hairless swell of Chris's lower abdomen. Then, nestled low between Chris's legs and up against the wet diaper, she saw his soft little penis, and behind that, she assumed, his balls. She pulled the diaper right back. She had only seen in real life Mike's genitals - a big, dangling penis, usually erect or still thick and semi-erect when she saw it, and behind a big, dark coloured scrotum, all surrounded by a mass of dark, wiry pubic hair that was usually in need of a good wash. Chris's penis was small and delicate by comparison, and his balls were in a little pink sac behind it. He had no pubic hair whatsoever, just soft, pale skin. She thought of the generous bush which hid her own vulva, and wondered if it would hide what Chris had. He didn't look much different than some of the children she changed. Sue must shave or wax him, she thought. 'Up again!' she said as she pulled the diaper from under Chris's bottom. She was surprised again to see that he had messed himself as well. Not a great deal, but a long way from a skid mark. Jess reached for more baby wipes. 'Right up, sweetie,' she said, carefully wiping Chris's backside. 'You're a little bit messy too.' 'Sorry,' said Chris. Sue hadn't mentioned messy diapers. Oh well, she thought. She'd dealt with plenty of messy infants before. And occasionally grown ups too, she reminded herself. It didn't take long to get Chris ready for his night time diaper. With him clean and talced, Jess put him in a fresh diaper and stuffer, then found a folded pair of plastic panties on the bedside table. She pulled those up over Chris's thick diaper, then unfolded the pyjamas she found on the pillow. The pyjamas turned out to be a long t shirt, actually a girl's nightie, she saw from the fine lace around the neck. She stood Chris up and helped him into the nightie, then sat him on the bed while she tidied the changing items. 'You look like Sue,' said Chris. Jess stopped. Chris's eyes were at the level of her hips, and she looked down to see Chris looking innocently at the crotch of her tight jeans. 'Do I honey?' replied Jess, slightly bemused and even a little embarrassed. 'Yes,' said Chris. 'There.' He reached out and put his finger on the zipper of Jess's flat denim crotch. 'Well, we're both women,' Jess said with a laugh. 'Now', she added, 'We're all done. You've been very good, Chris, so I think you've earned a good night cuddle. Would you like that?' 'Yes please!' said Chris enthusiastically. Jess sat down next to him, and after a few minutes of pleasure for both of them, she helped Chris into the bed. As Jess plumped up the pillow, she found under it an oversized pink pacifier on a long pink ribbon. She'd never seen a pacifier that big before, and as she held it she saw that Chris was staring at it. 'Is this yours honey?' she asked, not knowing what else to say. Chris nodded. 'Just in case I dribble,' he said. He reached out for the pacifier, and Jess released it from her fingers. 'Did Sue give that to you, honey?' Jess asked, realising it was an unnecessary question. Chris nodded, the pacifier already in his mouth. Jess settled him back on the pillow, and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. He looked just like any of her other babysitting children. She sat on the bed again. 'Chris,' she said, 'Do you feel like a baby sometimes?' He looked back at her, with a look she couldn't quite make out. He nodded, and looked away. 'Is that how you feel now, honey? Very little?' Jess asked. Chris nodded again, still looking away. 'Oh, honey,' said Jess. 'Chris, are you a baby?' she asked. She felt Chris's fingers clutching her arm. He had taken one hand from under the bedclothes. 'Don't know,' he said, and she saw the tears in his eyes. 'Oh, sweetie,' said Jess, and again pulled him towards her. She felt the pacifier pressed against her breast. They sat in silence, until Jess felt the pressure of Chris against her relax as he fell asleep. Gently, she settled him onto the pillow again, then looked for the nightlight. Seeing nothing on the bedside table, she opened the single drawer. It contained another pacifier, a tape player like an old Walkman and a set of fluffy pink earphones. Jess picked up the tape player and opened it. The tape inside was marked in handwriting: The Little World Tape 3 Little Thoughts. Psychological: Point Of View Physical: Daytime Wetting. Shocked, Jess put the tape back in its cradle. She stared at the device in her hand, then pressed the play button and held one of the fluffy earpieces to her ear. She was instantly struck by the beauty of the music she heard. It reminded her of something, and she listened a little longer. Jess wasn't much of a fan of music beyond pop music, but this was seriously good. It sounded like a combination of the music of a fairground, with bells and harp music and children laughing and the most beautiful, lilting sounds that reminded her of a silent, silver waterfall where the water was soft, warm and falling in slow motion like glittering, silver snowflakes. There was a kind of soft beat too, then she heard a woman's gentle voice, telling her something. Jess realised that it was a hypnosis tape, and that Sue must have something to do with it. Her first thought was that it could be some kind of abuse, but as she listened it occurred to her that something so beautiful could hardly be abuse. She knew hypnosis wasn't possible in a few minutes from a cold start, so she listened a little longer. It really was wonderful music. It made Jess think of all sorts of things, most of which she'd forgotten. And that voice. She knew that it was only a tape she'd found, but she was also certain that the voice was telling her something very important, if only she could make out the words. She tried to concentrate to hear them properly. 'Funny music lady,' a voice said. Jess opened her eyes. Looking at her was Chris. Jess was lying across the bed, with her head on the pillow next to Chris's. She moved and felt the lump of the earpiece under her ear. The tape had finished. 'Sue car,' said Chris. Jess heard the front door open and scrambled to her feet. She put the tape player and headphones back in the drawer and closed the drawer. 'Jess!' she heard Sue call from the living room. 'Yes, she's home. I'll make sure she comes to say goodnight' Jess told Chris. She reached the door of Chris's bedroom and found the nightlight on the chest of drawers next to it. She turned it on and went into the hall as she saw Sue still in her spandex turn into the hall from the living room. 'Jess, I'm sorry it's so late,' said Sue. 'The girls won, and we partied on a bit. I should have called. How was Chris?' 'Good as gold,' Jess replied, 'And don't worry, it's not that late.' 'Well, you're a night owl,' said Sue with a giggle. 'It's after 1.' Jess was taken aback. She'd put Chris down before 7.30. How long had that tape lasted? Then she felt sorry that she'd only heard a few minutes of it before falling asleep. She'd forgotten any concern about what Sue might be doing to Chris with the tape. Jess remembered her manners. 'Well, I'd better not hold you up, Sue,' she said. 'We can sort out pay later. Chris is awake, just. I think he'd like to see you.' Sue giggled. 'He'll be back to sleep by now. I think the big win deserves a nightcap. And I had nothing to do with it, by the way,' said Sue with another giggle. 'I've already had a pre-nightcap,' she added. 'Or two.' Sue giggled again. 'OK, just one, though,' said Jess. 'Where's your skirt, Sue?' she added, looking at Sue's spandex clad loins. 'Ooh,' said Sue. 'I must have taken it off!' She rummaged in the small bag she was carrying. 'Here it is!' she said, holding up the brief, ruffled garment. 'I didn't lose it in a poker game after all!' Now Jess laughed. 'Of course you didn't,' she said. 'But just the one drink. Then I think we should both go to bed.' Sue giggled again. 'I won't take that the wrong way, because,' she lowered her voice, 'I know you're a good little girl,' Sue said, coming close to Jess and patting her on the bottom. 'I'll make two lovely drinks.' Sue went to the kitchen, leaving Jess blinking in the hallway. She was also grinning. She was a good little girl. The soft voice had told her. Jess's mind filled with swirling colours, and she heard again snatches of the lovely music. Confused, she tried to push the strange thoughts from her head. 'Here we are,' said Sue, appearing next to Jess as if making the drinks had taken an instant. 'Let's go and sit down.' Jess followed Sue into the living area. She heard about the big win, and told Sue how uneventful the night with Chris had been, except for the soiled diaper. 'That's been happening,' said Sue. 'But it's not really a problem now that he's in diapers full time.' There was a lot Jess wanted to ask Sue but didn't, about the nursery print changing mat, and the pacifier. Especially she didn't ask about the tape. In any case, that tape seemed quite personal to Jess now. She wanted to hear more if it but she was also scared of it. She didn't understand why in either case. Jess listened while Sue explained that the doctor said they could think about potty training Chris when he'd 'stabilised' but that it was too early at this stage. Jess didn't quite understand, because it seemed that if anything Chris was being un-potty trained. The drink went to Jess's head a little, and despite her strongly heterosexual character she found herself drawn to Sue's body. She was relieved to say goodbye and head home. It was a 20 minute drive, and Jess was keen to get home and use the bathroom. She certainly hadn't been since she'd put Chris to bed, and that last drink was in a big glass. Jess imagined herself squirming as she tried to unlock the front door. She'd almost had an accident that way before, but luckily this time her need had abated by the time she reached her house. She walked inside, greeted the cat, and went to the kitchen. She silently complimented her strong bladder as she found that she could enjoy a glass of cold orange juice before going to the bathroom and getting into bed. In the bedroom, she took off her top, then undid the zipper of her pants. She felt crotch of her jeans in disbelief, then the inner thighs. They were saturated, as was her entire backside. Horrified, Jess went back outside and unlocked her car. She felt the fabric cover of the driver's seat. It was soaked. 'My God,' thought Jess. She really didn't know what to think. That can't have happened. I would have felt it, she thought. Then a voice chimed 'You're a good little girl' with what sounded like xylophone music coming from the clouds above. Jess shook her head. She went back inside, stripped off her wet jeans and panties, and got into the shower. She decided to wash her hair, and when that was done, she had a good soapy wash to rid herself of what had just happened. As she ran her fingers through her soapy pubic hair, she stopped and said aloud, 'Yuck!' She stood like a statue for a moment, her fingers still at her soapy groin. She had never thought badly of her pubic hair before. In fact, she thought a vulva shaved beyond a bikini wax was a bit weird, or for glamour models and strippers only. Now she was looking at the razor she used to top up her leg waxes and had to resist the urge to use it on her crotch. Biting her lip, she left the shower and dried herself. At least her breasts cheered her up. She sat on the bed naked, gently caressing them. They felt so soft and warm. Enough, she thought guiltily, and put on her nightie. She usually wore knickers to bed, but tonight it seemed sensible to wear pullups. She didn't even try to talk herself out of it, and reaching into the back of the wardrobe, she pulled out a pair. They felt soft, much nicer than tight, thin briefs. Pleased with herself, she got into bed. She thought she might wear a pair tomorrow as well. It was a sensible idea, and she had almost a full pack in the wardrobe. Comforted and happy, Jess went to sleep. Just before dawn, sound asleep, she wet the contents of her glass of orange juice into her pull-up. To be continued. '

Yep. It could be a tangled web.

I'll do my best, Babypants. I completely agree, by the way, from the female point of view, with the quote under your comment. That's exactly the way I picture the response of some males to being diapered. I don't hold diaper pins in my teeth, though. It could be a good look!

Changing Roles Chapter 3 Jess busied herself in the kitchen, heating up the items Sue had partly prepared. Sue had said she felt sorry for leaving Chris, especially at a time when he was struggling with the transition to daytime diapers. Sue had said that the doctor said that the development was inevitable, but that once Chris accepted the change, other aspects of his condition could improve. His anxiety at what could best be called a regression would reduce as he accepted his changed condition as normal. His difficulty in speaking, for example, could reduce, although the decrease in his vocabulary and in his comprehension which the doctor was monitoring was likely to continue. Jess took a couple of minutes after dealing with dinner to read the few paragraphs Chris's doctor had written and which Sue had given her. The doctor advised Sue to treat Chris's unusual condition as normal, at least in front of Chris. Jess read the opinion, and felt a warm buzz of the same secret pleasure she felt what hen she looked after older children who were still diapered at night. She'd done some work experience in geriatric nursing, and had felt again in that occupation the pleasurable tingle of diapering adults. She'd had one female patient, a former company director who'd retired in her forties with issues similar to Chris's. The woman, younger than Jess's mother, spent most of her waking hours playing with her dolls. She was diapered 24/7, and was rarely without her favourite rag doll and her beloved baba, a battered pink pacifier that was in her mouth when her thumb wasn't. She was a very happy 'child' except, as Jess had discovered, if she saw women dressed in business clothes, when she cried inconsolably. Jess looked out of the kitchen at Chris. He was intent on the cartoon, but looked up at her and grinned when she told him dinner would soon be ready. Jess smiled back, and thought about the situation. Chris was the husband of her mother's friend Sue. He was 27 years old and had been something of a business prodigy, becoming chief financial officer of a national company at the age of 25. Now, he was quite happy to watch cartoons in front of his 18 year old babysitter, dressed as closely to a toddler as was reasonably possible. Jess wondered how aware Chris was of all that. Sue had said that Jess had no worries about any sexual response from him if she had to change his diaper before bed, as his condition had rendered him effectively impotent. She did warn Jess that Chris retained a physical interest in females, limited to their breasts. Jess wondered if Chris had noticed her own large breasts. The smell of the sausage rolls Sue had left baking in the oven interrupted Jess's thoughts. 'I've left out some of Chris's favourites,' Sue had told Jess. Among those were sausage rolls, and Jess arranged the baked items on a plate and filled a small jug with ketchup. She took Chris's hot milk drink from the microwave and carried the various plates of goodies out to Chris. 'Sausage rolls!' Chris said happily as Jess put the plates on the coffee table. 'Sue said we could eat here if you're very careful,' Jess said to Chris. 'Do you think you can be careful?' Jess thought of the bib Sue said she'd bought with Chris's new diapers. She said she'd tried putting a bib on Chris before, and he didn't like it, but she was a little worried about the ketchup. Jess smiled at Sue's motherly concern. 'Yes,' said Chris, reaching for a sausage roll. Jess laughed, gently pushing his hand away. 'First things first, mister,' she said. 'Sit up, and this goes on your lap,' she added, laying a large white napkin over Chris's diapered crotch. The thick diaper made him look like a chubby little girl down there, Jess thought, especially wearing what were obviously a girl's stretchy terry shorts over his diaper. There wasn't the trace of a male bump. Just the smooth bulge of his diaper. She thought how distraught her boyfriend would be if he lost the lump of his precious 'package'. She was sure he tried to arrange it for maximum protrusion in public. Then she thought, as she sometimes did, of him in a diaper. Then of her diapering him. The warm tingle returned. 'Jess?' Chris asked, and Jess returned to the here and now. 'Sorry, sweetie,' said Jess. She wasn't sure if she should have called him that, but he didn't seem to mind. 'Here you are,' said Jess, carefully dipping a sausage roll in the ketchup and offering it to Chris. Now it was Chris's turn to be out of it. He wasn't looking at the cartoon or the sausage roll, but staring into space. Jess recognised the expression. 'Chris,' she said kindly, and gently placed her hand on the napkin over the front if his diaper. Even through the napkin, Jess could feel the swelling warmth. As Chris came back to earth and grasped the sausage roll, Jess's phone rang. 'Careful,' she said as she handed Chris the sausage roll and turned away to answer the call. It was Mike, her boyfriend. 'No,' she said into the phone. 'I got a late job. Yeah. One of mum's friends. No, he's good. I think I've got a diaper to change in a minute, that's all.' Jess laughed. 'No, only wet. I hope.' Mike, stretched out naked in an armchair in the bedroom of his student accommodation, stroking his penis as he spoke to Jess, as he often did when on the phone to her. He liked talking to her about diapers, although he didn't dwell on it in case she thought he was weird. 'When's mummy coming back?' he asked Jess. 'Whose mummy?' asked Jess, confused. Mike rolled his eyes. 'The kid's mum. Your babysitting kid in the wet diaper.' 'Oh,' said Jess. 'Late. She's umpiring a game at the high school.' 'Ah,' replied Mike. 'A milf. Super hot in a tiny skirt.' He gave his penis an extra squeeze. 'No,' said Jess. 'She's a dumpy middle aged Frau. Don't you ever think of anything else?' 'Not often where you're concerned, Jess,' said Mike. Jess smiled. 'Oh, go and have a wank, Mike,' she said. 'What if I am?' asked Mike, grinning into the phone. Jess was such a prude, he thought. 'Then I'd think you were being a very naughty boy and needed a sound spanking,' she said with mock severity. Mike came over his fingers. He closed his eyes and sighed. 'Mike?' said Jess. 'Yeah, I'm here,' he replied. 'I have to go. I've got a ketchup spill and a wet diaper to deal with,' said Jess. 'Gotta go. Bye.' 'Bye,' said Mike into the phone. He wished Jess was with him now, to clean up his little mess. Maybe she could lick it clean, he thought with a smile. He wondered about the spanking comment. Maybe Jess had some depths he wasn't aware of. Not that he wanted to be spanked, he told himself, but the idea that Jess could be a bit kinky interested him. Jess spent too many evenings babysitting, he thought, not for the first time. He felt a pang of jealousy for whatever little kid Jess was looking after tonight. Mike even wished for a moment he was a kid in diapers so he could spend more time with Jess and her lovely boobs. He idly wondered what diapers might feel like. Mike got up and still holding his sticky penis, ambled into his bathroom, while at Sue's house, Jess turned to Chris, who had dropped most of the ketchup covered sausage roll down the front of his yellow top. 'Oh, Chris,' she said. 'Look at the mess you've made, sweetie.' To be continued. Hi Crinklybutt. It's more of the same, I'm afraid. It's a warmup to some other ideas I've got buzzing around in my empty little head! Whoops! This bulletin board insists on joining my comment to you to my last post.

Changing Roles Chapter 2 Note: I know I've written before in this genre, but I haven't written a story for a while and this is a good way of getting back into it. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but to those whose cup it is, I hope you enjoy it. Sue swung the car into their drive and parked near the front door. Chris opened his door and got out of the car. He looked down at his soaked pants, and sobbed a little as he stood and waited for Sue to open the door. He felt as pathetic as he looked. He no longer had a key to the house. That had disappeared when his car was sold soon after he went on extended medical leave. He'd asked Sue about it, but she cited the recent times when he'd lost his keys. Before he'd finally been diagnosed as unable to work, he'd become quite forgetful, and that was the rationale for depriving him of his house key. It was a small thing, but it made Chris feel less independent - on top of his other issues. Things had changed so much in the short time since he'd stopped being a responsible businessman and become... 'Come on, honey,' said Sue, opening the door with one hand and managing the light but bulky package of Chris's new night time diapers with the other. Here I am, thought Chris, standing in my wet pants while my wife carries my new diapers into the house. Can it get much worse, thought Chris. On top of it all, he got upset so easily now. With some effort, he reduced his sobbing to a few sniffles. Once inside, Sue told Chris to go to the bathroom. 'I'll be there to help you in a minute,' Sue said. That was another thing, Chris thought glumly. Because he wasn't well, Sue seemed to call the shots. Chris felt reduced in some way, as Iv he were a passenger in their life together. Chris sat on the fluffy topped stool in their ensuite bathroom, waiting for Sue. He looked at the new arrivals on the shelf next to his shaving gear. There was a container of baby powder that Sue sprinkled on him at night, and some cream of some sort that she rubbed around his groin when she put his diaper on. When, after some resistance but after several wetting episodes, Chris had agreed to wear diapers at night, he'd insisted on putting them on himself. That was several weeks ago now, and he hadn't been able to get the tapes right. Sue had taken over the job, and there was no indication that would change. Chris had asked her to show him how to do it, but she'd said 'No, it's better if I do it,' and that was that. Chris felt liquid running down his ankles. Surprised, he looked down to see fresh pee glistening in his crotch. He stood and tried to stop the flow, but it was as if his body had decided not to respond. His tears began again as the flow finally stopped, and Sue walked through the doorway, carrying several packs of diapers. She stopped and looked at Chris. 'You poor thing,' she said. 'Let's get you cleaned up.' Sue helped Chris off with his pants and shirt. He stood in his wet socks and soaked underpants. His modest male equipment made a small, see through bulge in the front of his briefs. Sue paid no attention to his genitalia as she stripped off the briefs. He hadn't given her any reason to pay attention to that area for some time. One of the symptoms of his condition was a lack of physical sexual response. At night, Chris had been finding himself more keen on cuddling Sue than ever, which she didn't seem to mind, but for weeks now, he hadn't experienced even a partial erection. Sue's only response to his apologies had been 'It's alright darling,' and to tell him the doctor had talked to her about it. 'Into the shower, honey, and make sure you have a good wash,' Sue had said, and Chris now stood in the shower, soaping himself and thinking. No one had said that Sue was now 'in charge', but that's what it felt like, thought Chris. He hadn't really objected to the subtle changes over the last few weeks because much of the time he felt so tired and washed out that he was glad Sue was up to runnng things. If anything, he felt guilty that he wasn't being more help. They hadn't discussed domestic finances together as they used to for weeks now, but Sue seemed to have al that in her stride. It was the same with the medical side of things. Chris knew Sue talked to the doctor about his situation more than he did, but neither of the women made an effort to include Chris in those discussions. He didn't even know what the various pills he took were or what they did. It was odd. Chris wondered whether you'd call his position trust or dependence. 'Are you done, honey?' Sue asked, opening the glass door of the shower cubicle. Chris nodded. 'Come on then,' said Sue, extending her hand towards him. She led Chris from the shower, and wrapped a towel around him. 'I can do it,' said Chris as Sue began vigorously to dry him. 'Just as easy for me to do it,' she replied, turning him around and finishing the job by giving his groin a good rub with the towel. 'All done,' she announced, smiling at Chris. Chris blinked back at her. He had that strange diminished feeling again. Sue was fully clothed. Her large breasts, firmly moulded by her bra, bulged under her knitted top, and below her waist her strong thighs swelled under the tight denim of her jeans. Her pubic mound under a wide vee of denim, hadn't felt a diaper since she was an infant, Chris thought, but he wore a diaper every night now. And he'd just wet his pants. Chris saw that Sue had a freshly unpacked diaper in one hand. 'Sue, I don't need one of those...' he began. 'You do, honey, I'm sorry,' Sue replied. 'The doctor said this may happen, and that we'd need to take precautions. Just for the time being,' she added. Daytime diapers, thought Chris. The thought was shocking, and he felt the tears rising as unbidden and uncontrollable as his pants wetting had been. 'For heaven's sake, Chris. You've just wet your pants in the middle of the day. If it was a one off and you can stay dry during the day, we can reconsider, but for now you need to wear a diaper. You wet again sitting in here, didn't you?' she asked Chris. There was no point denying it. 'Y, y, yes,' stammered Chris. Sue looked at Chris and pushed his wet hair from his forehead. She kissed him. 'I do love you,' she said. 'Come on.' She led Chris back into the bedroom. He stood naked next to the bed while Sue unwrapped a package he hadn't seen before. She unfolded a large thick looking blanket and spread it over the bed. 'It's just to make diapering easier,' Sue explained in response to Chris's questioning look. 'It's waterproof because, well, it's for taking your diaper off as well.' Sue looked again at Chris and laughed. 'They didn't have any other patterns,' she said. 'Anyway, you like trains and you like bears,' she said with a smile. Chris did like trains. He could describe in some detail the engineering of the powerful Pacific class locomotives, and he'd been very pleased to have seen a bear in the wild on his last hiking trip. But the images spread over the fabric were teddy bears and cartoon trains, interspersed with colourful balloons. He couldn't stop himself from crying again. He wrapped his arms tightly around Sue and pulled his bare body tight against her warm clothing. Sue laughed again. 'Hey, come on, baby, it's not that bad,' she said. 'Teddies and trains are nice, aren't they, even these ones.' Chris was trying to regain his dignity. He let go of Sue, swallowed hard and blinked to try to stop the tears. 'Mm,' he said, nodding. 'Good boy,' said Sue. 'Now, on you hop.' She guided Chris onto the changing mat, then powdered and diapered him as she did every night now. Chris stood up. The new diapers were much thicker than the ones he'd had before. He took a few steps, and felt himself waddling. He stopped, and looked down. His crotch was a smooth mound of shiny white material. He put his hand there and couldn't even feel his penis. He wondered how he'd ever get his pants over the bulk. 'Leg in.' said Sue, holding a small garment between her fingers. 'It's just a pair of my summer shorts,' she said in explanation to Chris's questioning look. 'Until we can get some new pants for you.' Chris was too surprised to comment. He put his legs into the pants as Sue instructed, then she pulled them up around his waist and tucked the edges of the diaper inside the elasticated leg openings. 'There we are,' said Sue, finishing her work. 'All snug.' Chris turned and looked at his reflection in the big wardrobe mirror. He saw Sue, looking good as she always did in her jeans and close fitting top, well made up and with her long blonde hair looking beautiful. Next to her stood Chris, naked except for a pair of pink stretch terry shorts, obviously covering a thick diaper. He looked like a large toddler. 'Don't you look sweet,' said Sue. 'Let's get your top on.' Chris stood in silence while Sue helped him into a large t shirt. The impression in the mirror of a big toddler didn't change. 'Shoes,' mumbled Chris. At least some adult shoes would lessen the strange impression the clothes gave. Sue laughed again. 'You not need shoes, honey,' she said. 'It's just in the house, OK?' 'OK,' Chris agreed uncertainly. He even felt a bit like a toddler in these clothes. 'Let's go and have something to eat, honey,' said Sue. Sue put out her hand again, and Chris took it. It was nice to feel a little security after the shock of being diapered in the daytime. Chris followed Sue into the living area. He had to waddle in the thick diaper. Sue let go of his hand and went to the kitchen. She turned to watch Chris make his way to the big chair he usually sat in. 'You look cute,' she said. 'What do you mean?' asked Chris. He slightly resented the word. 'Oh, adorable,' said Sue. 'A little cutie.' it occurred to Sue that the doctor had been right when she said that the unfortunate situation could even bring her and Chris closer together. She'd also told Sue that she didn't think she would find it hard to assume more control in the relationship. Then the phone rang. Chris was watching the television news, which he found particularly boring, and was flicking through the other channels when Sue returned a few minutes later. 'Honey,' she said, 'Mary's three year old is sick and she can't umpire the junior netball tonight. I'm the only other accredited umpire, and it's a semifinal, so I can't say no. I've asked Jessie to come over and keep you company. She'll be here very soon, and she'll fix dinner. Remember about bed time. I've told Jessie about that, so please don't give her any trouble.ive got yo go and get changed.' Sue went to Chris's chair, bent down and gave him a hug and a long kiss. 'Be good, honey,' she said. 'W, wait,' said Chris.'W,why, I m,mean w,why is she c,c,coming? I c,can b,be home by m,myself.' 'No you can't, honey,' Sue replied firmly. 'You know what Dr Jane said. First, you're not to be alone for the next little while, in case you have another turn or a fall. You're still not 100% steady on your feet. We've talked about you in the kitchen, with sharp knives and the stove and things. And I do want you diapered and in bed by 7.30. Jane said it's important you get regular good nights of sleep, and you have a perfect record so far. And I need to know you've taken all your meds. Jessie is a sensible, grounded adult. That's why I asked her.' 'S,Sue, I don't need her to c,come over!' said Chris angrily. 'Honey, please don't argue. You do need someone here. Jess, well Marg works shifts and since Pete died Jess has pretty much looked after the other kids, including the twins. Jess is very responsible. She's a nurse like Marg, so I'd say she's ideal that's why I called her, and we're lucky she's available. She does a lot of this, and one of her other sitting jobs cancelled. 'Other s,sitting jobs?' said Chris. 'You mean b,babysitting? Not b,b,baby, Sue! I m,mean I'm n,not a b,baby!' Marg had her twins late. They were under three years old, thought Chris angrily. Why had Sue mentioned them? Sue was becoming exasperated, but still smiled at Chris's lapse into baby talk. That happened when he got cross or anxious. Jane said it was harmless, and Sue found it endearing. But she had to get herself organised and make sure Chris wouldn't be a bandful for Jessie. 'Chris, listen to me,' said Sue, looking at him seriously. 'You need someone with you. Jessie might be 18, but she is more than capable. Now I don't want to hear from her that you've given her any trouble. I want you tucked up in bed by 7.30, and If Jess needs to change you before bed, I don't want any fuss from you. She's changed her little brother's endless times as well as her babysitting kids so she won't see anything she hasn't seen before. Takeaway: Be good. OK? Show me how responsible you can be, in spite of everything. OK? Now I have to get my skates on. The match starts in 40 minutes.' Sue stood looking at Chris. He felt the diminished feeling wash over him again. 'Yes,' he said quietly. 'Good,' said Sue. 'Jess knows she can ring me if she really needs to.' Sue rushed off to the bedroom, and Chris finally found something pleasant to watch. A few minutes later, Sue emerged in her spandex leotard and netball skirt. 'Bye honey,' she called as she opened the front door. 'And be good!' 'I will,' replied Chris. He'd already decided to ignore Jess as much as possible. He watched as Sue left the house. Not long ago the sight of her shapely rear in a brief sports skirt was a real turn on. Now, Chris rarely thought of any part of her body but her breasts. He was thinking of them now, encased in her sports bra and spandex top. Recently she'd taken to wearing her nightie unbuttoned at the top, and on several mornings Chris had woken to find himself suckling her soft breast. Neither of them had mentioned it, but it didn't seem odd to Chris. He felt that it made them even closer. Chris heard voices at the front door. It was Sue talking to Jess. She was here already, thought Chris. He heard the door open, and Jessie call 'Hi Chris! It's Jessie!' 'Chris scrambled to his feet. He wanted to look as though he was doing something useful. He picked up an empty cup and took it to the kitchen, and was putting it into the dishwasher when Jess walked in. She saw a barefoot, slightly built but slightly plump young man wearing a long t shirt over a clearly heavily diapered bottom. She couldn't help but smile. 'Hi Chris,' she said, as Chris looked up. 'I'm Jess. Remember me?' 'Mm,' Chris said, standing awkwardly. 'With M,Marg.' 'That's right,' Jess replied brightly. 'Marg's my mum. Now, I think we're going to get on very well, don't you?' That was Jess's standard opening gambit for babysitting. It helped to get the child's agreement to be good, and though she knew Chris was in his late twenties, she saw no reason under the circumstances to vary the strategy, especially with Chris in a cute diaper and a children's cartoon babbling away on the TV. 'Y,yes,' said Chris. His idea of haughtily ignoring Jess had evaporated. She was about as tall as he was, and was well built, like Sue. She was field athlete, and had powerful thighs and like Sue she wore tight jeans. Chris increasingly saw Sue as the major authority figure in his life, and Jessie appeared to be very similar. 'Good', said Jess. 'Now, we've still got an hour before bedtime, so why don't you go back to your cartoon and I'll make something yummy for dinner, OK?' 'OK,' said Chris. Jess smiled again as she watched Chris waddle back to his chair. Sue had told Jess that Chris sometimes acted a bit younger than he was because of his condition. He certainly does, thought Jess. Sue had told her that Chris had only just begun to wear daytime diapers, and she still had to get him some 'grown up pants' as she called them to wear over the diapers, but Jess still smiled at the toddler outfit Chris was dressed in. It looked perfectly adequate to her. To be continued.

That's a good start. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

Changing Roles Chapter 1 Chris sat miserably silent in the passenger seat of the car as his wife chatted to the couple standing outside in the mall carpark. The couple were Dave and Anna. Anna was a firm friend of Chris’s wife Sue and Chris had teamed up with Dave on the golf course a few times. At least they said hello to me, thought Chris unhappily. Since Chris had been ill he’d become used to the type of awkward greeting he had just received as both Anna and Dave had ducked their heads down and said hello. They said it with the usual look of concern, and as usual they waited until Chris had returned their greeting in the halting, stuttering manner which was now the best he could manage. Their faces had then gone back out of Chris’s sight, probably with relief, Chris thought. There wasn’t much they could say to each other since Chris’s problems had begun. Conversation was as difficult for them as it was for Chris. ‘We’ve been looking at a new driver for Dave,’ Chris heard Anna say before returning to his jumbled thoughts. ‘Just a bit of shopping,’ he heard his wife reply a moment later, and he felt a jolt of despair. Sue had been buying diapers for Chris. He was wetting every night now, and the doctor had recommended a thicker diaper from the medical supply firm next to the mall. Dave and Anna were looking for a golf club for Dave, and Sue was buying diapers for Chris. As if to underline Chris’s new needs, he felt another jolt, this time from his lower body. He turned to say something to Sue, but couldn’t get the words out. He put his hand on her thigh, and gave it a squeeze. Sue turned to him, and saw the look on his face. ‘Well,’ she said to the two torsos Chris could see next to the driver’s window. ‘We’d better get home.’ ‘OK,’ Chris heard Anna say. ‘Good to see you. Bye Chris,’ she added with another quick look inside the car. ‘Yeah, see ya Chris,’ he heard Dave say. As they drove out of the carpark, Sue turned again to Chris. ‘Are you OK, honey?’ she asked. Chris nodded, but Sue could see that he wasn’t comfortable. She guessed the reason. ‘Honey, we’re going straight home. I asked you if you needed to wee in the mall. Why didn’t you say so then?’ she said. ‘It’s OK,’ Chris stammered. Sue turned out onto the main road, then reached across and put her hand to Chris’s crotch. ‘Oh, it’s not OK, honey. You’re wet again,’ she said. Chris looked down at the crotch of his chinos. It was soaked. He hadn’t been aware of peeing. ‘Honestly, Chris…’ she began, but was interrupted by Chris’s tears. Sue took a deep breath. ‘Chris, please, it’s not the end of the world. Just be thankful it didn’t…’ ‘They were buying golf clubs for Dave,’ Chris blurted out, managing to string all the words together without stalling. He took a breath. ‘And we were, you were, buying, d, d, diapers for m, m, me,’ said as his tears overwhelmed him. Sue loved Chris deeply, and her caring instincts welled up. Chris often cried now. The doctor said it was a result of his lowered ability to cope with his emotions. ‘Honey, we’ll just get you home, then we can fix you up, OK?’ said Sue. Chris nodded through his tears. Neither spoke as they drove on. Chris was worrying that his problems were taking over more of his life, while Sue was thinking this meant another discussion about daytime protection. She decided she would be much firmer with Chris this time. After all, the doctor had said that it would be better for both of them if she took a firm hand with Chris. ‘Whether you like it or not, Sue, your roles have changed. You need to take charge of the situation a little more. He needs that, and it’s better for both of you,’ she had told Sue. She was thinking about the doctor’s words as she looked across at her unhappy husband. ‘I love you, sweetie,’ she said. Chris returned her words with gratitude in his eyes. He was trying to say something. ‘It’s ok,’ Sue said. ‘We’ll be home soon.’ To be continued.

This is going well. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

I'll have some more time to write shortly, and I intend to finish this story and The Home as well. Sal xx

'silly giant diapered monster attacks set in Tokyo' Ha ha. Why don't you write it yourself? Sal XX

You'll have to wait and see. This story has a standard sort of start, for me, anyway, but although the storyline is nothing new, I'll try to make it the best example of its type I can. Sal

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Kate and Tom Chapter 1 Tom, in his late 30s, had a job with a a high flying corporate, until the pressure got to him. His doctor advised a 6 month break and Tom, assisted by Kate, his wife of five years, was struggling to recover. Kate, also in her late 30s did her best, juggling her own high-paying corporate job with looking after Tom. Kate was often exasperated dealing with her husband's lack of insight into his condition. Tom's constant forgetfulness was the most trying aspect of his behaviour. As well as leaving a trail of debris after him in the house, he'd leave hotplates on in the kitchen, leave the fridge door open and even forget to go to the bathroom before going to bed. If she went out without Tom, Kate had got into the habit of phoning him during her absence to ask if everything was OK. 'Just check the kitchen, honey, is everything there turned off and OK?' she'd ask, to which Tom would reply angrily that he didn't need reminding. He did though, and now, driving along the freeway to see a client, Kate rang Julie, the 21 year old daughter of her boss Emma. Julie was Kate's assistant at work, and the two had become firm friends. 'How are things going, Jules?' Kate asked. 'Oh, OK,' Julie answered. Julie had arrived at Kate and Tom's sprawling suburban house as Kate left. 'She'd in the car, just about to go,' Tom had told her. 'I know,' said Julie. 'I've just spoken to her. She said she told you I was coming over.' 'So?' said Tom. 'She's leaving.' 'I know,' said Kate. 'I'm staying here to keep you company.' 'Why?' said Tom. 'I don't need the company. I've got stuff to do.' 'Tom,' said Julie kindly. 'Kate's worried about you being by yourself at the moment.' Tom knew what this was about. 'Look, Julie,' he said. 'I've had a few problems, but I'm working them out. I don't need you here to, you know, watch me or whatever.' Tom's tone was cross. 'Tom,' said Julie. 'I'm not here to watch you. Just to keep you company and make sure that everything's OK.' 'OK,' said Tom, now glaring at Julie. 'I know I forget stuff sometimes, but I said I'm dealing with it. I don't need you here.' Julie looked at Tom. He was wearing jeans and a shirt. 'Tom, please,' said Julie. 'Kate is trying to help, and so am I. No one's trying to upset you. Now, you need to do up your zipper. And I think you should be wearing underpants.' Tom froze, and looked down at the gaping zipper of his jeans. He could see his penis on full view. The situation took the wind out of his sails. 'I'm sorry, Julie,' he said. 'I was dressing in a hurry, and...' 'It's OK,' said Julie. 'I've seen those things before. But zip up.' Tom said nothing but pulled up his zipper. He turned and sat in an armchair. 'Would you like a cup of coffee?' Julie asked. 'Yes please,' said Tom, glad of the change of subject. In the short silence that followed, they both heard the sound of falling water. Tom realised what it was and stood. 'It's the handbasin,' he said. 'I was shaving and I may have left the tap on. I'll fix it.' Regardless, Julie preceded Tom to the ensuite bathroom. The sink was over flowing, and the floor and mat were soaked. Julie turned to Tom. His resentful manner had disappeared. Julie look at the stubble on his face and the shaving gear next to the basin. 'Did you shave, Tom?' she asked. Tom felt his face. 'No, I was going to, and then Kate called out, and...' he said, feeling flustered. 'Tom,' said Julie, going to the basin and turning off the running tap, 'This is what Kate means.' Tom had no answer to that. Julie picked up the sodden bathmat. 'I'll clean it up,' said Tom. 'No,' said Julie firmly. 'You go and sit down, please. I'll make you a cup of coffee in a minute.' Tom looked at Julie for a moment, then turned to go to the living room. Tom sat in the armchair again. How come, he thought, this girl could come into his house and order him around? It wasn't fair. He folded his arms and stared into the garden, waiting for Julie to return. He wished he'd done up his zipper when he was getting dressed, then he remembered leaving his underpants on the corner of the bed. 'Damn,' he muttered. Julie had cleaned up the bathroom and made coffee for them both. She'd givene Tom his coffee, which he'd accepted grumpily and in silence. Now Julie was in the kitchen, on the phone to Kate. 'We had a bit of an issue with a tap left on.' Julie was saying. 'No, just the bathroom floor. I've cleaned it up,' she said. There was a pause. 'He's sulking a bit,' Julie said, 'But he's OK. He doesn't think he needs any help, but his zipper was open when I got here.' After another pause, Julie laughed. 'No, he didn't, but it's OK,' she said. 'It takes a lot to embarrass me.' 'Well that's good,' said Kate from her car. 'Thanks for doing this, Julie. I really appreciate it. Please give me a call if you need.' 'I will,' said Julie. 'And I don't mind. I do a lot of babysitting. I mean, you know, looking after people,' she added blushing at what she'd said. 'It's OK,' said Kate, realising Julie's embarrassment. 'He is a bit like a child at the moment in some ways. I'm sure your skills are helpful.' The pair hung up, and Kate sat back, thinking of the couple of wet beds she'd dealt with in the last few weeks. Then she turned her mind to her work and drove on. To be continued.

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Chris the Clever Boarder Chapter 18 Life went on in the Ruislip house. Chris was gradually losing his adult abilities. As the weeks went by, he lost the ability to walk unaided, but was an efficient crawler and could even clamber up the stairs without help, although he needed a hand to hold when descending. He lost his fine motor coordination, and needed help with feeding. He began to prefer simpler toys, and Abigail and Gwen swapped his Legos for Duplo, then for simple wooden or plushy blocks. He was very happy with those and his farm animals. He became less verbal, his vocabulary diminishing to twenty words or so. He could understand a little, provided he was spoken to slowly using simple words. Chris adored Anna, and was very excited to see her every day when she returned from school. Invariably Chris wanted to play. Anna obliged when she had the time, although she complained about having to play with what she called baby toys. Chris seemed very happy, although he had become quite distressed at seeing a photo of himself Gwen had snapped in his first few days as a boarder at Abigail's house. Around that time, he'd had a few episodes of waking in the night, wet and messy, and crying, when Abigail or Gwen would sit with him until he calmed down. 'I big girl, like Anna,' Chris would wail. The women found that a few minutes of suckling did the trick, and Chris would settle again. Most recently, Anna had found the photo of Chris, and used it in some game with him. Gwen found Chris sitting in his wet diaper and his favourite short, frilly sundress, staring at the photograph he was clutching with both hands. 'Who's that, Chrissie?' Gwen asked with interest. 'Gone,' replied Chris. 'All gone,' he added firmly, throwing the photo to one side. Gwen smiled. .'Are you happy, Chris?' she asked him. Chris looked up at her with big eyes. 'Happy baby,' he said. 'Happy baby.' Chris reached his arms up to Gwen, who obliged by sitting on the floor next to him. Chris leant towards her, resting his head on her soft breast. 'I love you,,' he said. 'And Anna and Auntie Abi.' Epilogue 'Can we still go and see her?' asked Anna. 'Of course, honey,' said Abigail. 'Just like the other Chris.' It was time for Chris to enter the next stage of his existence. Abigail and Gwen had managed to find and recover Chris's valuables, and had placed his assets in trust for him, should he ever grow up. Gradual maturity, to a certain stage, wasn't unknown in cases where drugs like Abigail's had been administered. Abigail was now Chris's legal guardian, although both she and Gwen felt a maternal responsibility for him. He was in safe hands, not just at the special institution he was going to, but in life generally. Abigail wondered if Chris would make friends there with the other Chris, who had also come to them as a boarder. He was a young man on the loose, like the present Chris. His fetish for wearing women's underclothes had drawn him to Abigail's shop, and it hadn't been hard to swap his favoured control panties, girdles and bras, first for a young girl's panties, then for diapers and plastic pants, just like the ones the new Chris needed. She wondered what the two girls would say to each other. 'I think it's time for AF to get to work again,' said Abigail with a grin. Gwen smiled at her friend. 'I'm going to miss her suckling on my boobies,' said Gwen, 'Until my own little one arrives.' Gwen looked down at her enlarged belly. 'There's always me, sweetie,' said Abigail, with a loving look. 'It's fun, isn't it?' said Gwen. The End,

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