[At Home With Sue]

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]

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]

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

[How I Became Magan'S Baby Boy]

Yes, please go on!

[Sam And Jess]

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'.

[Sam And Jess]

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!!

[Sam And Jess]

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

[Sam And Jess]

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.

[Sam And Jess]

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.

[Sam And Jess]

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

[Sam And Jess]

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 And Jess]

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.

[Sam And Jess]

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.

[Holding Back]

Joshuac -

Shame Beth could nt find someone 'vanilla' to turn into her baby boy but enjoyable none the less

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...

[Sam And Jess]

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.

[Sam And Jess]

Better and better. More please!

[Sam And Jess]

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.

[Sam And Jess]

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

[Sam And Jess]

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 And Jess]

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.

[Sam And Jess]

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.

[Sam And Jess]

Hi Treasuresman

I'm trying to get back into writing after a long break.

I'll start posting here when I have something ready.

Sal

[Sam And Jess]

Dependence... This story is very well structured. The flashback provides a change of pace, and suits very well the time that Sam sat with nothing to do but sit in his car and worry in the story. So he remembers the past - we really are inside Sam's head! The change in point of view from omni-present narrator to Sam is well done. Poor little Sammy. I don't think there's much of a grown-up future for him with all these strong ladies about!

Thanks NewGuy for a great story.

[Sam And Jess]

Very good. You've shown very well Sam's internal conflicts and his gradual acceptance that Jess is right to put him back in diapers 24/7 - and the reality that Sam is dancing around: that he not only needs disapers but enjoys wearing them.

[Sam And Jess]

Things are progressing ; ) nicely. I like the way Jordan is being introduced into little Sammy's web of 'carers'. Keep up the good work!