mistral

Chapter 11 Tom sat at the breakfast table the next morning being fed his breakfast for hopefully the last time. Today his plaster was due to be removed, if all went well he’d soon have the use of his arms again. He new he’d have some muscle wastage and would need physio for a while but the idea of regaining his independence was very attractive. He shifted in his chair and heard his wet nappy crinkling under him. The new nappies certainly had much better capacity but they were also louder and thicker. They seemed to expand a lot when wet and made him waddle like a toddler when he’d given them a good soaking. He absent mindedly released a long spurt of pee into his already very wet nappy. Jo looked at him and raised an eyebrow, somehow she always seemed to know when he was having an accident. “You’re wetting yourself aren’t you.?” “What? Well I’m already wet so…” “Christ Tom you are so lazy. What would you do if you weren’t wearing protection? Just sit there and do it in your pants.” No! Of course not. I’d get up and go to the toilet like a…” He didn’t finish the sentence. “Like a what Tom? Like a big boy? Is that what you were going to say?” Tom blushed and looked away in embarrassment. Jo Giggled, leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. “It’s alright baby I’ll be here to look after you whether you’re being a little boy or a big boy. Come on, let’s get you out of that wet nappy. You’ve got a busy day today.” They went up to the bedroom and Tom laid down on the towel which was already spread on the bed. Jo hummed a tune as she went about the task of removing his soaking wet nappy and cleaning him up. For his part, Tom just enjoyed the process. Even disregarding the great sex they had been having, the intimate attention he got from his wife during nappy changes had become a real highlight. He wondered what would happen after he regained the use of his arms. He knew he didn’t want to give up his nappies, at least not completely, but would Jo let him wear them and if so would she change him? His daydreaming was broken when he noticed Jo pulling a fresh nappy from the bag next to the bed. “I don’t need to wear that now, not for a trip to the hospital.” Jo looked at him and put on her best teacher voice. “I think it would be best Tom. We might have quite a long wait and I don’t want you wetting your pants. Imagine how embarrassing that would be.” Before he had a chance to answer, Jo had his legs in the air and was sliding the nappy under him. She quickly pulled up the front and taped it in place. “There we go nice and snug.” She said, pulling the tail of his new T shirt between his legs and fastening the press studs. “You look so cute in your nappy and onesie.” She said, smiling down at him. Tom didn’t think he needed to wear protection during the day, nor did he like Jo referring to his new T shirts as “onesies,” but he knew there was no point in arguing. He stepped into the jogging bottoms she was holding open for him, resigned to his fate. They arrived at the hospital in plenty of time. Jo paid for the parking and they walked together to the clinic waiting room. She glanced at her watch. “It’s going to be at least half an hour before we get seen, do you want anything from the vending machine?” Tom shook his head. “I’m good thanks.” Jo headed off to the lobby and returned with a chocolate bar and tin of diet coke. It was over an hour later when Tom’s name was finally called. A young, blonde nurse greeted them as they entered the treatment room. “Hi, I’m Vikki. You all set to get rid of that annoying plaster?” “Absolutely. I can’t wait to have a good scratch!” Tom joked. Vikki laughed. “You’re not the first person to say that. Can you sit over here please?” As he walked across the quiet room, his nappy rustled loudly making Tom blush. Vikki pulled out what looked like a small circular saw and got to work removing the casts. It was a delicate job which she did slowly and carefully. Tom sat as still as possible, a little nervous of the saw. When he felt the need to wee he didn’t hesitate, flooding his nappy. He glanced over at Jo who gave him a knowing look. “How the hell does she always know?” He thought to himself. Forty minutes later the casts were off. Vikki handed him a booklet with details of what to expect over the next few weeks along with a number of exercises he should do to help repair the muscles. He stood and was about to leave when she gave him a funny look. Without saying anything she put the palm of her hand on his crotch and pushed up on his soggy nappy. “Oh dear, feels like someone’s had an accident in his pants. Would you like me to change that for you?” Tom just stood there speechless, he could feel his face reddening. “For goodness sake, why didn’t you tell us you needed a wee wee?” Said Jo, sounding disappointed. “If you could change him nurse that would be great, I’ve got his nappy bag here.” She handed the small rucksack to Vikki. “No problem” she said, putting on a pair of gloves before taking the bag and leading him to a couch in the corner of the room. She patted the couch with her hand. “Up you get then, let’s get you out of that nasty nappy. She said, tugging his joggers down. Tom laid on the couch feeling very exposed with his wet nappy on full display. Vikki pulled the poppers on his onesie and began changing him. She quickly untapped and pulled the sodden garment out from under him before bundling it up and dropping it into a pedal bin. She turned to Jo. “So how long has he been incontinent?” “Since the accident really. It started with bed wetting and has progressed to daytime accidents as well.” “I see” Vikki walked over to her desk, leaving Tom laid on the couch in just his open onesie, shoes and socks. She picked up a manilla folder and flicked through some papers. “Is it just wees or does he poo himself as well?” She asked. “It’s mostly wetting but he has filled his pants a couple of times.” Jo reported. “Well there’s nothing in his records to suggest an injury which would cause incontinence. Have you talked to the doctor about it?” “To be honest I think he’s just lazy.” Jo said, trying not to giggle. “Having his arms in plaster just gave him an excuse to use his pants. I got tired of wet and dirty undies so I put him back into nappies.” Vikki laughed. “That’s boys for you. Any excuse to be disgusting!” She dropped the file on the desk and was soon wiping Tom’s privates. She was very efficient and had him thoroughly cleaned and secured in a fresh nappy in no time. “Jump down, there’s a good boy.” She said, pulling his jogging bottoms back up. She handed the rucksack back to Jo. “You know if you need help with potty training there’s lots of information on the website. It’s really for little ones but the principles are the same, just bigger training pants and bigger puddles I’m afraid.” Tom looked at Jo, he could almost hear her brain working. “Hmm, potty training, we might just have to give that a go. What do you think sweetie.” She said smiling at Tom. “Do you think you’re ready for big boy pants?” He didn’t answer, just blushed an even deeper shade of red. They said their goodbyes as Jo grabbed his hand and led him into the waiting room. “I’m just going to pop to the toilet then we can be on our way.” Jo looked up, saw a sign for the loos and headed off. She returned just a few seconds later looking a little agitated. “That was quick.” Said Tom “Out of order.” She replied, glancing at her watch. “Shit, we’re going to run out of parking. Never mind I can hold on till we get home. After all I’m a big girl” She smiled grabbing Tom’s nappied crotch and giving it a squeeze. The traffic seemed particularly heavy and soon slowed to a stop. Ten minutes later they hadn’t moved at all. Jo turned off the engine and climbed out to try and see what was happening. “Not sure what’s going on but I can see blue flashing lights. I think we may be here for some time.” She said sounding a little nervous. Tom looked at her. “Are you okay?” He asked. She looked uncomfortable and didn’t seem able to sit still. “Yea I’m fine. I just really need to pee” Tom sat back with a big smile on his face. “Sucks to be you.” He moved on the seat making his nappy rustle and then released a long, slow wee into his pants, just to drive the point home. She gave him a sour look. Twenty minutes later they still hadn’t moved and Jo was getting desperate. She had resorted to pushing her hand into her crotch and squeezing her legs together. She suddenly felt a spurt of wee escape. “Oh God it’s coming out in my pants! I’m going to wet the car seat” Tom went from amusement at her discomfort to concern. He could see his wife was in genuine distress. Thinking quickly he grabbed the rucksack and pulled out one of his nappies. He opened it up. “Put this under you, it’ll save the seat a least.” She grabbed the nappy and quickly shoved in under her bum, as she did so she felt another longer spirt of pee force its way out into her knickers. The hand clutching her crotch was now wet. She sat down heavily and gave up the fight. In the silence of the car they both could hear a hissing noise as the pee streamed out of her. She could feel it spreading down between her legs and then creeping up her bum as she slowly soaked herself. In that moment all she felt was profound relief, she let out a deep sigh as the last of her urine dribbled out. She turned to look at Tom who was clearly in shock , his eyes were wide, staring at her crotch with his mouth gaping open. He looked so ridiculous that she couldn’t help but laugh which broke the atmosphere. “It would seem my big girl credentials are a little overstated.” She giggled. He had never seen her have a full on accident before. He knew that , like many women, she had the occasional leek when stretching or laughing but to completely soak herself? She was normally so much in control that it made Tom a little uneasy to see her loose it in this way. At the same time he felt himself getting hard in his nappy. Watching his wife piss herself was, without doubt, hot. Forty minutes later they pulled into the drive. Both of them got out of the car wet. Tom was used to having a soggy nappy and hardly noticed as he waddled up the path. Jo on the other hand walked awkwardly, very much aware of her pee soaked jeans. She had picked up the rucksack from the back of the car but left the soaking wet nappy she’d been sat on where it was. Jo wondered if this was an opportunity to further explore these new aspects of their sex life. There was no doubt that since she’d put Tom back into nappies they’d had some fantastic sex and she was keen to see just how far she could push it. Up to now, just as in everyday life, she had been the dominant one and Tom seemed to enjoy the submissive role. The idea of swapping around excited her but she wasn’t sure Tom had it in him. “Only one way to find out.” She thought to herself. She stood in front of him with her hands behind her back. She tilted her head down a little, turning her big eyes up to him in her best puppy dog impression. Tom looked totally confused. He shuffled his feet awkwardly causing his nappy to crinkle. Inwardly Jo was raising her eyes, clearly she’d have to lay it on a bit thicker. “I think I’ve been a naughty girl.” She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “Oh, err…” Tom had never seen his wife behave like this before, but she was certainly turning him on. He put his hand gently on the side of her face and leaned in close. “I see, and what have you done little one?” Jo blushed and shook her head. She couldn’t bring herself to admit to her humiliating act. “Have you done something naughty in your knickers?” He asked quietly. Jo nodded. “Come on Joanne, tell me what you’ve done.” He said a little louder and sterner. He remembered she’d told him that her mother only used her full name when she was in trouble. “I’ve….I’ve wet my knickers.” She looked up at him almost pleadingly, he could even see tears in her eyes. Tom put his hand between her legs and felt her jeans. “These are soaked. Why didn’t you tell me you needed a wee wee you lazy girl.” Tom was getting into his new role and starting to enjoy it. “It was an accident, I didn’t do it on purpose” Jo whined. “Upstairs now young lady. Let’s get you sorted out.” Tom grabbed her hand and started to pull her towards the bedroom. The loud rustling of his nappy somewhat belied his new “grownup” role. Once in their room, Tom started to undo her jeans. His arms were starting to ache but he wasn’t about to give up now. As he was struggling with the buttons he heard a distinct dripping noise. He stood back a little and watched as the legs of Jo’s jeans grew darker and a puddle formed on the floor beneath her. Tom looked at her in disbelief. “For goodness sake Joanne, the toilet is just next door! Right that’s it, you asked for this.” He tugged her jeans down to her ankles revealing a pair of soaking wet, white knickers with a cartoon character on the front and the words “Little Miss Naughty” written underneath. “Very appropriate.” Tom thought to himself. Pee was still dripping from her panties as he turned her around and bent her forward over the bed. Her wet bum was now stuck out and it only took Jo a couple of seconds to work out what he had in mind. She took a deep breath to prepare. “How could I have doubted him.” She thought. “Look at the state of you, there’s wee wee dripping from your pants and running down your legs, you’ve completely disgraced yourself. Lazy little girls who wet their knickers on purpose get spanked.” His hand landed on her upturned wet bottom with a loud wet smack. Jo was relieved that he hadn’t hit her very hard, almost a playful pat really. She got a total of ten spanks on the bum, the last one being somewhat harder, caught her by surprise and caused her to yelp. She glanced over her shoulder to see Tom pulling off his shirt and jogging bottoms. She heard the tapes being ripped on his nappy and then a splat as the soggy garment landed in the puddle of her pee. She felt his hand between her legs gently massaging her pussy through the wet fabric of her knickers. They were both highly aroused and it wasn’t long before he was pulling her panties to one side and inserting his rock hard penis. Jo shuddered and let out a little moan as she felt his shaft fill her vagina. He grasped her hips and began thrusting, each stroke causing a wet slap as he came up against her utterly soaked underwear. As he picked up the pace she adjusted herself a little, her feet slipping in the pool of piss on the floor. She could feel the seeds of an orgasm beginning to grow deep inside her. “I’m such a naughty girl.” She panted. “I’ve done a wee wee in my pants. I’m just a dirty little knicker wetter.” Tom was going at her hard as they both climbed towards climax. “Oh God…I’m going to come, I’m going to come in my piss soaked knickers.” She let out a screech as the feeling of his hot cum, shooting inside her, pushed her over the edge. She thrusted back against him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her. Coming down, Jo became aware of the disgusting state of the panties encasing her privates. As Tom withdrew she could feel his cum dribbling out into her totally wrecked underwear. She carefully stood up and pulled her husband into a hug, resting her head on his shoulder. After holding each other for a few blissful minutes. Jo pulled away. “I need a shower.” She said. “Want to join me?” Tom smiled and took her hand as she led him towards the bathroom.

Chapter 10 As he sucked his latte through a straw, Tom tried not to move about too much. The café was a lot quieter than the supermarket and to him, the rustle of his nappy seemed very loud. They sat at the table enjoying each other’s company more than they had in a long time. Suddenly Tom felt an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Coffee often had this effect on him. He decided to ignore it, fairly confident he could hold on until they got home. Twenty minutes later however he realised the safest thing would be to use the toilets in the café. He leaned in to Jo and spoke in a low voice. “I need to go to the toilet” Jo just smiled. “That’s okay honey, you’re wearing a nappy remember. Just do it in your pants, I don’t mind.” Tom wished she would talk a little quieter. The young woman at the next table glanced up from her laptop and gave him a strange look. “No, you don’t understand.” He whispered. “I need to go…seriously.” “Tom, you know the rules. The toilet is out of bounds for you today. If I were you I’d try and hang on though. I only bought one spare nappy and you’re wearing it. If you mess yourself now it’s going to get pretty uncomfortable.” “Jo please, can’t you just take me to the toilet? This is going to be pretty nasty for both of us. The car’s going to stink and you’ll have to change me.” He hoped a reasoned argument might change her mind but the look on her face told him she was not going to back down. “I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear Tom. You are to use your nappy for everything, no exceptions. However, I do not wish to put these poor people off their blueberry muffins so we’ll leave now. Come along.” Tom looked longingly at the bathroom door as Jo pushed him towards the exit. Once back at the car, she unlocked the doors but made no move to open them. Instead she stood very close and whispered in his ear. “Okay sweety, you tell me you need to go number two, well now’s your chance. I want you to squat down and push a great big poo poo into your nappy.” Tom just stood there in a state of shock. “What?” “You heard me little man, mess yourself!” She placed one hand under his T shirt and began to rub his abdomen which seemed to increase his need to go. Realising the futility of trying to hold on any longer, Tom squatted a little and with a grunt started to push. He felt Jo’s other hand rest lightly on his bottom as the first log started to come out. It was much firmer than last time and he could feel it tenting out the back of his nappy before spreading across his bum cheeks. He squatted down some more and felt his face go red as he pushed even harder to get the next one out. The third was softer and took less effort, spreading across his bum. Slightly out of breath from all the effort, Tom stood up feeling relieved and a little turned on by his disgusting act. Jo still had her hand on the back of his shorts and was cupping the large mound that she had felt growing in his nappy. “Tell me what you just did, naughty boy.” She whispered as she started to gently massage the mess forcing it up his bum crack and down between his legs. He could feel it squeezing around his balls. “I’ve filled my pants.” He mumbled. “Oh dear, I thought you were a big boy. I thought you would hold it and use the toilet. But you couldn’t be bothered could you. Lazy boys like you just poo when they feel like it. That’s why I’ve put you in a nappy, ‘cause you can’t keep your pants clean. What a filthy little baby you are.” By now her hand had worked its way around to the front of his shorts and was squeezing his rock hard penis. Jo opened the door. “Get in stinky bum. Let’s get you home so we can change that disgusting, dirty nappy.” They drove home with the windows open and upon arrival headed straight upstairs. Jo tugged his shorts to his ankles, spread the towel on their bed and pushed Tom onto it. He laid their looking up at his wife and quite looking forward to getting out of the very messy garment he was wearing. As he watched and to his surprise, Jo began to undress. She removed her top and quickly unclipped her bra allowing her small but perfectly formed breasts to pop out. She kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her jeans and knickers. Now standing over him, totally naked, she felt his cock through his padding and tutted loudly. “You’ve wet this haven’t you. It’s soaking.” She grabbed the wipes off the dressing table, loosened the tapes on one side of his nappy and reached inside pulling out his now fully erect penis. She redid the tapes loosely so that its contents were contained but his cock was outside. Grabbing a wipe she ran it up and down his member a couple of times and then threw it on the floor. Straddling him on the bed, she kissed him on the neck and then whispered in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you stinky boy. I’m going to fuck you in your filthy, shitty nappy.” She guided her wet pussy onto him and lowered herself taking his full length. She began to bounce up and down on him causing his nappy to rustle loudly. He was matching her rhythm, bucking his hips up and down, feeling the mess in his pants moving around and smearing further around his bum. It felt utterly disgusting and depraved but at the same time incredibly erotic. “you love your nappies don’t you?” Jo whispered breathlessly. She was in control and had upped the pace. She knew her husband was close and was determined to come at the same time. “You wet and mess yourself ‘cause you like it, you filthy, nasty little boy.” Tom was totally lost in the moment. All he was aware of was his impending orgasm and the squelchy wet mess encasing his groin. “Come with me nappy boy…That’s it…now..do it now…Yesssssss!” The climax washed over both of them as they came together, each lost in their own ecstasy. Jo gently kissed her husband on the lips as she felt him start to soften inside her. “Christ Tom that was amazing. You really are a very good boy at times.” She laughed. Tom smiled at her. “I think I might need a shower.” She rolled off him onto her side of the bed with a satisfied sigh. “You do smell absolutely rank. It reminds me of Jenny Pierce, filled her knickers on the way to school and then sat in it all day. Trouble was, Nathan Stone had pooed his pullup during morning story time so we blamed him for the smell! We only found out the truth when they got changed for PE in the afternoon and poor Jenny had a big brown stain on the back of her white tights, bless her.” Jo got up, tightened the loose tabs on Tom’s nappy and carefully helped him up. Despite being totally trashed it had amazingly contained all of its contents. He carefully waddled through to the bathroom, the feeling of his mess spread all over his bum didn’t really bother him at all. Having helped him into the bath, Jo removed the nappy bunched it up and dropped it into the sink. She got into the bath herself, warmed the water and proceeded to shower and wash firstly Tom, being careful to avoid his plastered arms, and then herself. Tom felt fresh and clean as Jo towelled him down and sent him back to the bedroom. He laid on the bed dozing whilst his wife sorted herself out and cleaned up the bathroom. Eventually she came through wearing her towelling dressing gown and carrying the dirty nappy which she dropped in the special bin. She grabbed a clean nappy and the cream which she dropped on the bed. “Let’s get this nappy on, I don’t want to be dealing with another wet bed.” She lifted his legs and slipped the nappy under him. Applied a good amount of cream to his bum, dropped his legs and then lathered more cream onto his balls and cock. She quickly pulled up the front of the nappy and taped it securely shut. “Shall we have a lazy afternoon and watch a film?” Jo suggested. “Sound Good” Tom replied. After all the excitement of the last few hours he was happy to relax for the rest of the day. They both went downstairs, Jo in her dressing gown and Tom just in his nappy. He flopped down on the sofa whilst Jo sorted the shopping from earlier. Eventually she returned with a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle of beer with a straw in the other. They snuggled up together as Jo grabbed the remote and selected Netflix. Once the film started, she sipped her wine whilst absent-mindedly tapping his nappied bottom. Soon they were both slouched down on the sofa. Tom had his head on Jo’s chest feeling totally relaxed. As he watched the film he felt the need to urinate and released without even thinking about it allowing a steady flow of pee into his nappy. Letting out a little sigh, the now familiar warmth spread around hit crotch and down towards his bottom. He felt Jo’s hand slip down between his legs. “Aaww, is little Tommy having a tinkle in his pants?” She cooed. Tom snuggled in closer forcing the front of Jo’s dressing gown open a little, he rubbed his face on her breasts. He felt her take a sharp breath as he nuzzled into her. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to take a nipple in his mouth and begin to suck. “Oh my God.” Jo giggled. “Seems like the baby needs a feed” She altered her position slightly to give him better access to her boobs and placed a cushion behind his head for a bit of support. She moved her hand to the front of his nappy and could feel his erection through the wet padding. “Do you like Jo Jo’s boobies?” She asked breathlessly as he started sucking in earnest. Tom just grunted as he let go of one breast and adjusted himself slightly to go to work on the other one. “Oh yea, that feels great.” Jo panted, as she began to rub him through his wet nappy she could feel he was fully erect. “Wow, my little boy is very frisky today.” As he continued to suck Jo rubbed harder, the nappy rustling loudly. “Are you going to make cummies for me? That’s a good boy, come in your wet nappy for me.” Tom was thrusting his hips against Jo’s hand and she felt him twitch violently as he came for the second time that day. “Good boy” She whispered, gently stroking his hair. Tom let her nipple slip from his mouth but continued to nuzzle between her boobs. She put her arm around his shoulder and gave him a reassuring cuddle. “Considering just how long and how hard you sucked at my breasts there, I think we can confirm I am definitely not lactating.” They both laughed. Just as the film was ending there was a knock at the door. Jo got up and adjusted her dressing gown, leaving Tom struggling to get off the sofa. The idea of someone seeing him like this, naked and with a wet nappy between his legs, filled him with horror. He listened at the door and heard a man’s voice but couldn’t make out what was being said. A few seconds later the door closed and Jo entered the living room carrying a package. She saw the look on her husbands face and giggled. “Don’t worry baby boy, it was just the delivery man.” Tom relaxed and sat back down with a loud crinkle. “What’s in the parcel?” He asked. “Well” Said Jo, ripping open the packaging. “You’re nearly out of nappies so I had a look online and found these.” She pulled out a nappy and opened it for Tom to see. It was very different to the ones he was used to. His current padding was plain white but this one was covered in little pictures of blocks and teddy bears, it also looked quite a lot thicker. “Aren’t they cute.” Jo enthused. “Also they’re almost double the capacity which, considering you leaking problem, can only be a good thing. What do you think?” Before he had a chance to answer, she grabbed something else from the box. “Oh, and I got you these as well.” She held up a garment which looked like an ordinary T shirt except it was longer, ending in shaped pieces with press studs which were obviously intended to fasten between the legs. “They’ll help stop drooping and make changing you easier.” She look at him smiling uneasily, clearly worried about his reaction. Initially Tom wasn’t too sure, but thinking about it, it did make sense to have thicker nappies and he had to admit he did quite like the design. The T shirts where a great idea, he wouldn’t have to worry about it riding up and revealing the waistband of his nappy. “I think they’re really cool.” He said, kissing his wife on the cheek. She visibly relaxed and gave him a hug before leading him upstairs. “Come on little man, let’s get you into one of your new nappies.”

Chapter 9 Tom just sat looking up at his wife who raised an eyebrow as if waiting for him to say something. “Tom, I won’t ask you again. Have you gone to the toilet in you nappy?” Tom blushed. “No, well not really I err.” “Oh for God’s sake. Stand up little man!” He slowly got to his feet. Still blushing and looking at the floor. Jo rolled her eyes and pulled him towards her, spun him around and pulled out the back of his nappy. “Well you haven’t pooed yourself. Are we wet?” She asked, this time not waiting for a reply but slipping two fingers into the crotch of his padding. “Wow! You’re a proper little wee wee machine today aren’t you. Well, this nappy isn’t too wet. I’ll change you when we get back from the shop.” For a moment or two Tom didn’t react, then the implication of what she’d just said sank in. “Shop? What do you mean…I’m not going out like this.” “Of course not silly. I’m not a complete bitch.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “You can have some shorts on over your nappy.” “What? No! I’m not going out wearing my…protection.” Jo lifted his chin so he was looking straight into her eyes. “Now you listen to me young man. You are currently being punished. Can you tell me why you are in punishment?” “I err…wet…” he mumbled. “I’m sorry Tom I can’t hear you. Please tell me exactly what you did.” Tom blushed. “I wet my nappy and it leaked in the bed.” “And was it an accident? Did you go tinkle in your sleep?” “No, I was…awake.” “So, you laid in our bed, wide awake, and then rather than getting up and using the toilet like a big boy. You just weed yourself. Is that right?” “Yes” he whispered. “Speak up please.” “Yes” he said, a little louder. “You are a lazy little boy who refuses to take responsibility for his bladder. How can I possibly trust you to wear undies when we’re out. I’m not having you embarrassing me by wetting your pants and making a puddle in the supermarket. You will wear your nappy and that’s not up for discussion. Do you understand?” She let go of his chin and Tom’s eyes immediately dropped to the floor. He felt totally defeated. His wife was in control and there was nothing he could do about it. “Yes Jo” he answered resignedly. “Good. Anymore attitude and I’ll pull down that nappy of yours and give your bum a good spanking!” This was a new turn of events, they hadn’t talked about spankings and Tom wasn’t sure he liked the idea. He imagined himself over Jo’s knee and felt his penis start to harden. “That’s that question answered” he thought to himself. Jo knelt down in front of him, holding his shorts open to step into. As she pulled them up his legs, Tom realised they were tight, stretchy shorts which would do little to hide his padding. He thought about complaining but decided it would be pointless. “There, all ready” Jo grinned. “You look so cute.” She said, patting his bottom. She picked up a small rucksack and led him towards the front door. Tom caught site of himself as he passed the full length mirror in the hall. The shorts did nothing to hide the obvious bulge around his waist. He looked just like a giant toddler as he waddled along behind his wife. As they set off, Jo turned away from their local supermarket heading instead out of town. They drove for about thirty minutes before arriving in the car park of a shop very similar to the one they normally used but some distance from their home. Tom relaxed a little realising they were very unlikely to meet anyone they knew. Getting out of the car, Jo guided Tom towards the door. She stopped to grab a shopping trolley. “I’d like to put you in the baby seat but I don’t think you’ll fit.” She laughed. “Be a good boy and stay close to the trolley please, I wouldn’t want to loose you.” Once inside Tom became very self conscious of how he was dressed. He blushed deeply as a teenage girl took a long hard look at his crotch before whispering to her friend who glanced at him before they both started giggling. For the most part though people seemed not to notice or if they did simply ignored him. He was grateful for the tinny music playing over the speakers which hid the loud rustling of his undergarments to passers by. They went along the isles picking up what they needed with Jo pushing the trolley and Tom waddling along beside her. Now that he was over the initial embarrassment and had realised that basically no one was paying any attention to him, Tom began to feel pretty much the same way he did whenever they went shopping, bored. He was stood in the bread isle starring aimlessly at a display of baguettes when he felt the need to pee. Knowing it would be pointless to ask his wife to take him to the loo he just let it go. The front of his nappy began to warm and he could feel the wee dribble over his balls before it was soaked into the padding between his legs. He had grown to enjoy the sensation of peeing and knowing he was doing it in a public place, somehow made the whole thing even more erotic. His trance was broken by Jo whispering in his ear. “Your doing a wee in your pants aren’t you.” Tom froze. “What? Err no” “Yes you are. I’d recognise that potty face anywhere. You’re doing it right in the middle of the supermarket! What a naughty little boy. It’s a good job I put you in a nappy or you’d have wee dribbling down your legs by now.” She daringly gave his crotch a little squeeze. “Soaking” she whispered before setting off again with a big grin on her face. Soon they had worked their way around the whole food section and, much to Tom’s embarrassment, had arrived in the baby isle. Jo had already dropped two packs of wipes into the basket along with a large bottle of baby powder. She was now carefully examining the products designed for older children who wet the bed. She picked up a pack of Pyjama Pants and caught the attention of a young, female assistant who was checking stock. “Excuse me, do you know what the weight limit is for these? It says up to age fifteen but I was wondering if they might do for my big boy here.” Jo waved the package in Tom’s general direction. He tried to hide behind the shopping trolley as the shop assistant looked at him. Her passive expression turned to one of surprise as her eyes moved down to his waist and lingered on the bulky and now slightly saggy nappy barely concealed beneath his shorts. “Oh, well I’m not sure, but they are designed for children so I doubt they’d have the capacity you’re looking for” She said tactfully. “That’s a good point.” Jo replied. “We had a wet bed this morning due to leaking and that was one of his normal nappies” The shop assistant was now blushing almost as much as Tom. She tried to smile at Jo but her eyes kept being drawn to Tom’s bulging waist. “We do have incontinence pants and briefs for adults at the end of isle ten, near the women’s sanitary products” She offered helpfully. “Okay, we’ll have a look there. Thanks for your help. Come on Tommy let’s go.” The shop assistant watched as Tom waddled off with his wife. “Hmm, cute ass, I wouldn’t mind changing that baby.” She said to herself smiling and went back to her stocktaking. They briefly checked out the adult incontinence products but Jo wasn’t impressed she’d seen much better on the internet and in fact had Placed an order just the previous day. At they stood in the queue at the checkout, Tom had gone back into bored mode. Jo tapped him on the shoulder. “Look at her.” She said. He looked across at the next till where there was a little girl, probably aged five or six. She was wearing a Dora The Explorer T shirt and a pair of pink leggings. From the bulge in her leggings it was pretty clear she was nappied. She was holding onto the handle of a trolley whilst her mother placed items onto the conveyor belt. Tom noticed her mouth was hanging open and she was staring into the middle distance at nothing in particular. As he watched she squatted a little and her eyes began to water. “That little girl is doing something in her pants and that is exactly what you look like when you’re wetting yourself.” Jo giggled. “I don’t….do I?” Tom imagined he was being quite subtle when he wet. He couldn’t believe he had such an obvious potty face. “Next time I catch you I’m going to take a picture to show you. It’s quite cute really.” Meanwhile the little girl had squatted lower and put her hands on her knees. She let out a little grunt and went quite red in the face. Her Mummy happened to look down at that moment. “Izzy are you filling your nappy?” She asked in a disappointed tone. “No!” Said Izzy quickly standing up. Her mother turned the girl to face away from her and lifted her up until her padded bum was level with her face. She gave it a good sniff before putting her down. “Oh Izzy, You have! Why didn’t you tell me you needed the potty. That’s naughty.” Izzy immediately burst into tears. “I’m sorry Mummy. It was an accident.” “Really?” Her mother asked sceptically. “Cut out the crocodile tears, you’re supposed to be a big girl who does her wees and poos in the toilet. I don’t think you want to be in big girl knickers. I think you like being a baby in nappies.” Izzy had stopped crying and didn’t seem in the least bit concerned by her mothers comments and certainly didn’t argue. The checkout line moved up and Tom lost sight of little Izzy and her mother. The next time they saw them was just outside the shop. Izzy was stood in the shopping trolley and Tom couldn’t help but notice wet streaks down the back of each leg of her pink leggings. Clearly her nappy had gone beyond its capacity, Tom knew that feeling. When they reached the car Jo unloaded the shopping into the boot. She shut the lid and turned to look at Tom expectantly. “have you got something to tell me little Tommy?” She asked in her best teacher voice. “What? But you already know I…” “Come on little man, you know the rules. Have you done something I should know about?” “I um… I had an accident.” He mumbled. “What kind of accident? Did you fall over?” Jo was smiling, clearly enjoying her husband’s discomfort. “No I, Erm… I’m wet” He stammered. “Wet? Did you step in a puddle? I didn’t notice any rain.” Jo clearly wasn’t going to let him off the hook. He took a deep breath. “I’ve…I’ve wet myself. I did a wee wee in my nappy.” “Oh I see. Well thank you for telling me.” Without warning she pulled his short to his knees and squeezed the front of his padding. Tom looked around frantically. Jo had parked in the far corner of the car park so although there were lots of people, none were close enough so see what they were doing. “My, you’re soaked aren’t you. Have you done a stinky?” She asked, turning him around, pulling back the waistband of his nappy and looking inside. “No still clean, good boy.” She opened the back door of the car, grabbed a towel off the parcel shelf and laid it on the seat. “Come on then lay down, let’s get that bum changed.” Tom was horrified. “You can’t be serious, here? In public? What if somebody sees!” “Don’t be silly, no one’s looking. Anyway you’re really wet, I’m not going to risk you leaking on the seats.” Resigned to his fate and glad to at least not be stood in the car park with his childish underwear on display, Tom climbed in and laid down on the towel. Jo picked up the small rucksack and produced wipes, baby powder, cream and a fresh nappy. Pulling Tom’s shorts to his ankles, she quickly untapped the wet nappy, lifted his legs and pulled it out from under him. She then rolled it up, stuffed it into an old plastic bag and tied the handles. All this time, Tom was fully exposed with the now inevitable semi-erection. Jo dropped the plastic bag onto the floor and smiled at Tom’s excited state. “Look’s like my little boy is still enjoying his nappies.” She grabbed a wipe and began running it up and down Tom’s shaft. “If you’re a good boy we might just do something about this later.” She stopped stroking, leaving him now fully erect, and began cleaning him in earnest. She did a thorough job, making sure to reach every crook and cranny before applying a liberal amount of cream. Pushing his legs further back, she slid the fresh nappy under him and then gave his privates a good dusting of powder. It was at this point that Tom heard voices close by. “Shit” said Jo, climbing into the car on top of him and closing the door. “There’s somebody parked right next to us.” She giggled nervously. “Did they see anything?” Asked Tom, mortified. “I don’t think so.” They could hear muffled voices outside. “…half naked…” “...Changing his nappy I think…” “…Probably some sort of disability, none of our business…” The voices were fading as they walked towards the shop. Tom and Jo looked at each other and then both burst out laughing. Jo awkwardly opened the door and climbed out. She looked down at Tom’s, now completely flaccid, penis. “Well, that took care of that problem” she laughed, pulling up the front of his nappy and taping it securely. She helped him out of the car and tugged his shorts up. “Look there’s a Costa over there, Fancy a coffee?” She asked. “Sure why not” Tom replied. As they walked towards the café, Tom reflected on his recent experience. He was coming to realise that hardly anybody even noticed how he was dressed and those that did weren’t in the least bit interested. He couldn’t stop the feelings of humiliation but then nor would he want to. As Jo held the door open for him Tom entered the café feeling a little more relaxed and ready to enjoy this new aspect of his life.

Chapter 8 Tom awoke the next morning and immediately realised something was wrong. Daylight was glancing around the curtains and when he looked at the clock, he was surprised to see eight fifteen flashing on the digital display. He shifted in bed slightly and felt the now customary warm wet padding squishing between his legs. It then dawned on him what the problem was, he had no recollection of his bladder waking him in the night. The more he thought about it the more certain he was that he’d slept right through from around ten thirty the previous night. His eyes shot open. “Oh shit!” Jo stirred next to him “Mmm, what’s up?” she asked groggily. “My nappies wet” he whined. “I’ve done a wee, I’m soaking” “Well, no surprises there, You’ve wet your nappy every night for the last week” She reached under the covers and gave his crotch a little squeeze. “No, you don’t understand. I didn’t wake up, it just happened” Jo pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked down at her husband. “Oh bless, did my little Tommy do his wee wees in the bed” She giggled “It’s not funny Jo. What if wearing nappies all the time is making me loose control?” “Tom it’s probably just a one off thing, it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve wet the bed. Anyway, I think it’s cute” She said giving his nappy another squeeze. “What do you mean it’s not the first time, I haven’t wet the bed since…” “Since you were about sixteen?” “What? No! I mean how did you…who told you that?” Tom, blushed furiously. “Remember you Mum’s sixtieth birthday? We had a long chat about you. Starting school in nappies, still wetting the bed into your final year at school. She told me she was still putting you in terry nappies and plastic pants until you were thirteen. In fact that explains quite a lot thinking about it.” “She promised not to tell anybody!” Tom’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Anyway I don’t wet the bed now” “Is that right?” Jo pulled back the duvet exposing Tom’s pyjamas that were clearly bulging. She grabbed his padding and gave it a shake causing an unmistakable rustling sound. “Hmm, seems like someone is wearing protection.” She put her hand inside his PJs and worked two fingers into the crotch of his nappy. “My my, seems like someone is soaking wet. So what would you call a boy who has wet himself whilst in bed?” Tom didn’t answer. “Let me help you, that’s what we call a bedwetter.” She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure everything will go back to normal once the plaster comes off. If that’s what you want of course.” Jo got out of bed and headed off downstairs to make the coffee. Tom laid back and closed his eyes. Being reminded of his childhood problems had brought many memories flooding back. He had some vague memory of having his nappy changed in his first year at school. He remembered the nurse wearing rubber gloves and filling in a form each time she changed him. By the time he started his second year, nappies were considered inappropriate yet his daytime issues had persisted until he was seven or eight. He had frequent accidents and could remember lining up at playtime and feeling little dribbles of wee running down his legs and hoping no one would notice. He recalled the teaching assistant coming up behind him as he sat in class and whispering in his ear. “Tom are you wet?” It didn’t matter how he replied, she would always feel the crotch of his shorts and more often than not take him by the hand off to the store cupboard to get changed. He would just stand there as she stripped off his wet pants and wiped his privates with a cold, damp cloth. She’d admonish him, telling him he was to old to be having accidents and that he’d have to move back down to the nursery. Or that she was going to write to his mum telling her to send him to school in nappies from now on. Then there was the utterly humiliating time when, at the age of seven, he’d messed himself. He wanted to ask to go but was to shy. He remembered the hot mush in his underpants and how the smell had betrayed him. The girl sitting next to him sniffed the air and then simply asked. “Have you pooed yourself?” Before he had a chance to answer she’d raised her hand. “Mrs Jones, Tom has filled his pants” She’d said with a great deal of satisfaction. He’d been carted off to the school nurse for that one and spent the rest of the day wearing a pullup. He did eventually dry up during the day but his night time issues continued much longer. His mother never punished him for wetting his bed but equally she didn’t try to hide her frustration at the extra work he was causing her. Every evening at around six thirty, she would take him off upstairs to get ready for bed. He would be pinned into thick terry nappies with transparent plastic pants pulled up over the top. He was then allowed to put his pyjamas on and head back downstairs to watch TV until bedtime. He would sit there acutely aware of his nappy bulging under his pjyamas leaving no one in any doubt as to what he was wearing. Sometimes he would sneakily wet himself before bed, not wanting the hassle of having his nappy taken off and then put back on so he could use the loo. His mother never checked him so he often went to sleep already wet. This went on until one day, around the age of thirteen, he’d got an erection as she nappied him. After that he was allowed to look after the problem himself. This basically meant each morning he had to strip his bed and place the wet sheets in the wash. When he got home from school he was expected to make his bed ready for the night. It was with great relief when, around the age of sixteen he finally started having dry nights. By the time he went off to university he was completely free of his old habit although even then, if he got really drunk, he might have the odd relapse. “Coffee’s made!” Jo called from the kitchen, breaking Tom’s daydream. He was about to get up when he felt the need to pee and decided to just let go where he was. At least that would avoid the humiliation of having Jo comment on his “potty face.” He let go a steady stream and his nappy quickly warmed. Then a new sensation, he began to feel really wet especially around the top of his left leg. As his stream continued he felt the warm wetness work its way around the other leg. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the last drops of his morning pee soaked into his padding and he began to get up. On standing, his nappy sagged horribly between his legs, pushing his PJ bottoms down a little. He glanced at the sheet and noticed two, small crescents of wetness. He realised he must have leaked. He waddled carefully downstairs into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway. Jo looked up from the sink where she was washing pots. “Your coffee’s on the table, drink in now before it gets cold” Tom sat down at the table with a loud squelch. The pressure caused more pee to leak out, some of which ran off the front of the chair. “Have you got a leaky nappy?” Jo asked suspiciously. “what? No I’m fine” “Well it sounded very wet when you sat down. Stand up please” Tom slowly stood up. The back of both legs of his pyjamas where wet to the knees. “You have leaked. Look there’s wee all down your legs, and it’s all over the floor.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.” Tom mumbled. “Oh really.” Jo clearly didn’t believe him. “We’d better get you changed.” Tom started to waddle towards the door. “Er, where do you think you’re going? You’re getting pee everywhere. Stand still, we’ll do it here in the kitchen.” She ran upstairs to get everything she needed, leaving Tom in the kitchen, wet and miserable. Jo had just got his pyjamas down when the doorbell rang. “Who the hell is that?” Jo wondered, leaving Tom with his pyjamas around his ankles. He could hear voices as his wife answered the door but couldn’t make out what was being said or who Jo was talking to. Whoever it was he hoped they would soon go away so he could get out of this totally saturated nappy which was becoming quite uncomfortable. He heard the door close and then to his horror two sets of footsteps. Jo walked back into the kitchen closely followed by Carol. “Oh dear, looks like somebody’s had a bit of an accident” Carol laughed seeing Tom in his rather infantile state. “Yes, I’m afraid my little bedwetter has sprung a leak. Mind you it would help if he let me take him to the toilet in the morning rather than staying in bed and lazily doing it in his pants.” Jo pulled the two top tapes which was enough to cause Tom’s very wet and heavy nappy to slip down his legs and hit the floor with a splat. He could feel himself blushing as he stood in front of his wife’s friend naked from the waste down. Carol didn’t even bat an eyelid. She grabbed the kettle and started to fill it with water. “I know what you mean Jo, I have the same problem with Beth. The other night I was reading her a bedtime story when I noticed her pulling a potty face. I quickly checked her nappy and sure enough she’d just wet herself. I couldn’t believe it, the little minx.” Jo had a soapy wash cloth and was cleaning Tom’s bum and between his legs. She wiped down his thighs and then went to work rubbing his balls and penis. She spent some time squeezing his cock through the cloth which inevitably caused him to get an erection. “Oh ho, someone’s enjoying getting cleaned up.” Laughed Carol. “Not such a little boy now!” Jo hung the wash cloth on Tom’s cock whilst she grabbed the towel which caused both women to collapse in fits of laughter. She began drying him off. “So what did you do with Beth? Did you punish her?” Jo asked “Well you know me, I like the punishment to fit the crime. So I kept her in nappies for the whole of the next day. She was only allowed to wear a nappy and a T shirt and had to tell me every time she was wet or messy. I check her every night now before she goes to sleep and she’s been dry ever since.” “Hmm that’s interesting” Jo muttered. She looked at Tom, clearly considering what to do next. “I’ll be right back”. She picked up the boxers and jeans she had brought down for Tom to wear and headed back upstairs. Once Jo was out the room Carol leaned in close to Tom and whispered in his ear. “You know if you ever need a babysitter, I’ll treat you really well.” She put her hand on his naked penis and gave it a little stroke. Before he had time to react, Jo was coming back downstairs. She stood in front of him with a white T shirt in one hand and a fresh nappy in the other. “You wet yourself on purpose this morning and leaked all over the bed. This is very naughty so I’m going to punish you. You will be in nappies all day today and will use them for their intended purpose. You are to tell me each time you wet or fill your nappy. Do you understand?” Tom, in a state of shock, just nodded. “Good. Open your legs” Jo quickly nappied her husband and then put the T shirt on him, being careful with his plastered arms. All this time Carol sat at the table, watching and smirking. “There you’re all done. Now go and sit in the living room whilst I talk to Carol” Tom did as he was told. Nappy rustling loudly as he waddled off and plonked himself down on the sofa. His current nappied state wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. Rather the interaction with Carol which had him confused and worried. Should he tell Jo about it? What if she asked Carol to babysit him? He wouldn’t be at all surprised if that happened. Tom sat there with a worried look on his face, dribbling wee into his nappy without even realising it. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the women where deep in conversation. Carol was laughing and shaking her head. “I can’t believe you’ve put him in punishment nappies and he just let you, he didn’t even argue!” Jo grinned. “I know, thing is Carol, and you can’t tell anyone this, he likes it. It really turns him on being put in nappies and treated like a little boy.” “You don’t say.” Replied Carol sarcastically. “I’ve never seen a grown man behave like that before. I have to admit, it is kind of cute but it’s not really my thing. Having said that, my offer to babysit still stands. Changing adult nappies is no big deal if that’s what required.” “Thanks Carol I will definitely hold you to that.” A few minutes later Tom heard the door close and moments later Jo was stood in front of him, hands on hips. “Now then little Tommy, how’s that nappy of yours”

Chapter 7. He waddled into the hall, legs apart in the classic “I’ve filled my pants” walk. On reaching the bathroom he just stood there and let Jo undress him. Once she had him stripped down to just his underwear she stood back, trying to decide the best way to proceed. The nappy was horribly discoloured and sagging half way to his knees. She put her hand between his legs and pushed up. “Wow, you’ve really loaded this one little man.” She moved her hand to the front and felt the unmistakable outline of his erect penis. She looked into his eyes and gave a little squeeze. “unbelievable” she said smiling up at him. “You’re stood there in a nappy that you’ve just pooed and yet you’ve got a hard on.” Tom looked at the floor blushing. “okay, nappy boy, you better stand in the bath.” As she helped him step over the side, the mess in Tom’s nappy shifted. It felt disgusting but at the same time the shear humiliating depravity of it was unquestionably turning him on. Jo undid the tapes on his nappy and did her to take as much mess with the nappy as possible. She dropped the heavily soiled garment into a plastic bag. Next she took the shower head off the wall and turned it on, pointing it away from Tom whilst it warmed up. Once happy with the temperature she turned him around and went to work on his dirty bottom. Lumps of poo fell from between his cheeks and splatted down into the bath. Once the worst was washed off she lathered up a cloth and began cleaning him thoroughly. “Squat” She ordered, as she worked her way between his legs and around his balls. After much soaping and rinsing, Jo was satisfied that he was clean. “You’re a bit sore down here” She said carefully examining the top of his inner thighs. “Looks like you’re getting a nappy rash.” She helped him out of the bath, wrapped a large towel around him and patted him dry. Leading him to their bedroom, she sat him on the bed. “I’m going to sort the bathroom out you just wait there.” Feeling clean and fresh, Tom was finally able to come to terms with what had just happened. On one level he was utterly appalled by what he’d done. A grown man, wearing nappies, wetting and now messing himself like a baby. It was utterly humiliating and yet, at the same time, he had to admit that on another level it was a real turn on for him. He kind of liked wearing them. The loss of control, the physical sensation of the nappy around his groin, the sensation of wetting and, let’s be brutally honest, messing was all very stimulating. The biggest turn on though was Jo’s reaction. The way she talked down to him, like one of her young students, really got him going. It wasn’t the first time Tom had considered this new aspect of his sexual desires but things were becoming clearer in his mind. After their previous session of amazing sex he was pretty sure Jo was also getting off on this but he wasn’t totally sure. He decided he would just have to put it to the test. Jo came back from cleaning the bathroom, she had the dirty nappy tied up in a plastic bag which she dumped into the little bin. “Okay mister, let’s get you dressed” She sighed, pulling fresh underwear out of his draw. “look Tom, I just want you to know that I’m okay with what happened earlier, I understand it was an accident and there really wasn’t much you could have done about it. I think it’s best if you’re not left alone though, just until you get your plaster off. Next time I go out I’ll ask Carol to come over” Tom really wasn’t very happy about that idea but didn’t feel that he was in a position to argue, at least not at the moment. He decided to let it go for now. Anyway, his mind was on other things. Once dressed, in a clean shirt and pale denim jeans, Tom shuffled back downstairs and plonked himself down in front of the TV. Jo fetched him a glass of juice with a straw from the kitchen and then got out the wool Carol had supplied earlier. She was soon deeply involved in her knitting. As he sat idly sipping his drink and listening to the click, clack of Jo’s Knitting needles he formulated a plan. If Jo enjoyed treating him like a five year old so much, what would she do if he acted like one, only this time on purpose. After about an hour of watching last nights football on the television, Tom became aware of his bladder signalling a need to be emptied. He got up and casually walked through to the kitchen. He took a deep breath, nerving himself for what he was about to do, he heard Jo putting down her knitting, obviously wondering what he was doing. With no time to loose he squatted down behind one of the dinning room chairs and let go. First he felt a wet warmth around his crotch which quickly spread through the seat of his jeans and finally started to dribble out onto the floor. “Tom! What are you doing in there. Are you okay?” By the time she has gotten up and come through to the kitchen, Tom was squatting in a decent sized puddle of his own pee. At first Jo didn’t understand what had happened. All she could see was her husband’s head looking at her guiltily from behind the table. “what are you doing?” She asked, puzzled. “Nothing” He replied, doing his best to sound a little scared. She stood for a second looking genuinely bewildered but when she pulled the chair out it soon became obvious what was going on. “Jesus Tom, you’ve wet yourself…again!” “No I haven’t” He said sullenly. It was at that point that Tom saw a change in her expression. The confused and concerned look disappeared to be replaced by a look that Tom knew very well. He’d seen it the first time they kissed, the first time they’d had a bit of a fumble in the back of his old Ford and the first time they’d made love. A smile touched the corners of her mouth. “Game on” Tom thought. She put her hands on her hips and looked down on him with contempt. “Oh no?” She reached down and put her hands under his arms, being careful to avoid his plaster, and lifted him to his feet. She pointed at the puddle on the floor. “What’s that then?” “It wasn’t me. The dog must have done it” He mumbled. Jo stifled a giggle, not wanting to spoil the mood. “We don’t have a dog. Stop lying to me and tell me what you just did.” “I did a wee wee in my pants” He looked at the floor shuffling his feet. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to.” “I’m not seeing an accident young man. What I’m seeing is a lazy little boy who can’t be bothered to go upstairs to the toilet so instead he’s chosen to just do it in his pants.” Tom said nothing, he just continued staring at the floor. “Do you know what happens to naughty boys who behave like babys and wet their pants?” “No.” Tom almost whispered. “No? well, let me help you. You wet the bed just like a baby so what do you have to wear to bed?” “Nappies” He whispered. “I’m sorry Tom I can’t hear you. What do you have to wear?” “Nappies” He replied a little louder this time. “That’s right. So if naughty bedwetters have to wear nappies at night, what do you think dirty little pants wetters have to wear during the day?” “Nappies.” He said, sounding resigned. “Correct! You’re going back into nappies because you’re just a big baby who can’t keep his pants dry. But first you need to be punished.” Jo could see Tom was rock hard inside his wet jeans. She could feel her own knickers getting wet but in a very different way. “On your knees.” She ordered As Tom carefully knelt down in the puddle of pee he had made earlier, Jo pulled her leggings and knickers to her knees. She thrust her crotch close to his face. “Lick it.” She gasped breathlessly. Tom didn’t need telling twice. He could smell the musky odour of her womanhood and was more than happy to begin licking her, darting his tongue into her vagina, Jo grabbed his shaggy hair and pushed his face into her. “You are such a dirty little boy. Hiding behind the table and wetting your pants on purpose. You’re going back into nappies mister, you want to act like a baby? I’ll treat you like a baby.” She was panting now as Tom expertly worked her over with his tongue. “Oh, oh, I’m going to come. I’m going to come on your face you pissy pants little fucker!” Jo could feel her legs trembling as she climbed towards her orgasm. Holding Tom’s head she pushed herself forward as his tongue went deep inside her. She uttered a primeval scream as she came with a tremendous intensity. Coming down from her climax she loosened her grip and took a step backwards. Still a little out of breath she pulled her knickers and leggings back up. “On your feet wet boy.” As Tom stood up she roughly undid his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles along with his soaked underpants. “Step out, I’m not having you drip wee all over the hall carpet.” She picked up his boxers between her thumb and forefinger and dangled them right in front of his face. “look what you did, Filthy boy.” She dropped them into the puddle of pee on the kitchen floor. “Right come on then, I want you in a nappy before you make any more mess. Do you still need to go? Or did you do it all in your jeans?” Tom looked at the floor. “It all came out in my pants” he muttered. Jo sighed. “Bedroom” she said, striding off down the hall. Tom shuffled along behind her, naked from the waist down. By the time he reached the bedroom Jo had already laid a towel on the bed. He stood looking at her waiting further instructions. “Come on then, you know the drill” She said impatiently. As he sat on the bed he heard a faint crinkling, he looked at her puzzled. “Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. I’ve put a plastic sheet on the bed” She said with a smile. “Why would you do that?” “You’re a bedwetter. We need to protect the mattress in case you decide to wee the bed. Now cone on lay down, I want you in a nappy right away.” As soon as he was in position, Jo got to work with the wipes. She made sure to thoroughly wipe all the area that got wet, even down his legs. Once done she produced a bottle that Tom hadn’t seen before. “This will help keep your skin nice and soft” She said, rubbing a generous amount of baby lotion into her hands. She began by lifting his legs and massaging the lotion into his bum cheeks, she worked it right into his crack, even slipping her well lubricated finger tip into his bum hole which made Tom shudder. Next she gently lubricated his balls before turning her attention to his now fully erect penis. She applied some extra lotion before rubbing her slippery hands up and down his shaft. “Is baby getting over excted?” She cooed, rubbing harder and faster. “Is little Tommy going to make a nice cummie for Jo Jo? That’s a good boy, make your cummies for me.” Tom was jerking his hips up and down, judging by his breathing he was definitely getting close. “Come on big boy. You’ve filled your nappy, You’ve wet your pants. Now it’s time to make a nice cummie.” Tom’s climax caught Jo unawares. With a grunt he shot a decent amount of sperm which went straight into her face. As Tom recovered from his orgasm he became aware of What had happened, Jo had a look of shock on her face with some of his cum dripping off her chin. They looked at each other for a second before they both burst out laughing. “Of all the disgusting things you’ve done today, that is the worse” Jo laughed as she used a baby wipe to clean her face. “Hey, don’t blame me, you were the one who was aiming, I just shot the bolt.” Tom retorted. This caused a fresh round of giggling from both of them. Once happy her face was clean, she laid down next to her husband and gave him a cuddle. “You are okay with this aren’t you Tom? I’m not pushing you to far am I?” He turned to look at her. “What are you talking about. I’m the one who wet his pants…on purpose.” “I know but the way I talk to you. You do know it’s just play, I mean I do respect you.” Tom smiled “Sure.” He said. “What about you. I had a, erm serious accident earlier. That couldn’t have been much fun to sort out.” Jo smiled right back. “I’ve changed enough dirty little boys over the years. It really doesn’t bother me. Are you telling me you messed yourself on purpose? Or was that a genuine accident?” “I just couldn’t wait, it was a genuine accident” Tom blushed. “So my big boy really does need his nappies, that’s good to know.” “Well err I guess, but it’s my arms, once the plaster comes off…” “Once the plaster comes off you won’t be wearing nappies any more?” “Oh, I dunno, I mean, I didn’t say that.” “look Tom, let’s just let it go and see what happens okay? For now it makes life easier for both of us if you’re nappied some of the time. As an added bonus it seems to lead to great sex so it’s all good really.”

Chapter 6 Jo walked into the bedroom with the wool in her hand and a questioning look on her face. “Oh yea, Carol called while you were out.” Tom stuttered. “Did she now” replied Carol, a grin spreading across her face. “That must have been an interesting conversation” “Oh she didn’t stay long, just dropped off the wool and went really.” Tom said, starting to blush. “Did she notice? I mean she must have noticed. Did she say anything?” Jo was trying not to laugh. “No! Well, not really, I mean Bethan was a bit confused but…” “She had Bethan with her!” Jo couldn’t contain herself and burst out laughing. “Oh my God what did she say? I mean even a four year old would be able to tell. Your nappies are really obvious under those jeans. Never mind, you just hang on there for a bit? I’m just going to ring Carol” “Nothing happened Jo, really you don’t need to ring her” “I’m just going to err, thank her for the wool. Just shout if you need me.” Tom got himself up, still with his jeans around his ankles, and shuffled over to the door so he could hear his wife’s phone conversation. “Hi Carol, it’s Jo. Just wanted to thank you for bringing the wool over earlier…yes he’s fine, resting upstairs at the moment...As soon as I got home, he was completely soaked…Oh no he’s not incontinent, it’s just his arms. He needs help with literally everything and what with his small bladder……yea, exactly I didn’t want to come home to a puddle in the kitchen!” Jo laughed. “No not all the time, mostly at night really…..well that’s it, waking up in a wet bed is not appealing…that’s very kind of you, thanks Carol I’ll bare it in mind. Tom said you had Bethan with you, what did she think about seeing such a big boy in his wet nappies?” Jo laughed again. “Oh my God she didn’t, Tom kept that one quiet. Well I better get going, I’ve left him on the bed with his pants round his ankles….Thanks Carol, talk soon, Bye”. Tom quickly shuffled back to the bed and laid down. A few seconds later Jo walked in with a huge smile on her face. “Mummy is Tom a baby?” Jo giggled doing her best little girl voice. “Don’t worry Tom you’re not the only one in the street wearing nappies to bed, Beth’s a bed wetter as well. Mind you she’s only four, and dry during the day! Now then are you going to manage to keep these pants dry for the rest of the day or do you want another nappy?” “I think I’ll manage” Tom said sarcastically. Jo was still laughing. “Come on then big boy, let’s get you dressed.” She pulled up his undies and began to button his jeans. “You know Carol was a bit concerned about how long you’d been in that wet nappy. She volunteered to babysit for you if I need to go out.” Tom looked at his wife horrified. “I absolutely do not need another woman to look after me, I was fine today on my own” “Really Tom? That nappy was completely soaked. One more wetting and I’m sure you’d have leaked. I just think it’s something we should consider in an emergency that’s all.” That night Tom again woke in the early hours with a need to wee. This time he found it a little easier to let go and yet again enjoyed feeling the stream between his legs and the warmth spreading through his nappy. The following morning, at breakfast, he couldn’t resist releasing his morning pee. He sat there nonchalantly soaking himself whilst his wife fed him cereal. Jo stopped, spoon in mid air, watching his expression with a big smile on her face. “Oh dear, look like someone’s having an accident in his pants. Is my little boy doing a wee wee in his nappy?” Tom was incredulous. “What? Err no, well, maybe. How the hell can you tell?” Jo laughed. “You have the most obvious potty face I’ve ever seen. Trust me I teach five year olds who go to the toilet in their pants and do a better job concealing it.” Tom blushed and opened his mouth ready for the next spoonful of muesli. Once breakfast was done Jo helped Tom up and lead him to the stairs. “Come on mister potty knickers let’s get you changed. One more wee in that nappy and it’ll be running down your legs.” Jo pulled off her husband’s pyjamas and laid him on the bed. Once she had his saturated nappy off and had cleaned him up she paused. “I’m going to the gym this morning, I haven’t been for day and I really need a workout.” “Okay” Tom said with a sense of trepidation. “You have two choices, I can phone Carol and ask her to come over and babysit or you can have a nappy on, which is it to be?” Tom sighed. “I’ll wear the nappy.” “Are you sure, I’m going to be a couple of hours at least” “I’ll be fine, I’ll just control myself” Said Tom. Desperate to avoid having Carol in the house taking him to the toilet like a toddler. “In that case I’ll put you straight into a clean nappy” Jo lifted his legs and daubed on lots of cream along with a generous application of baby powder. Once she had him safely taped into his padding, she helped him into some baggy joggers and a shirt, threw some gym clothes into a bag and headed downstairs. When Tom caught up with her she had putt a large plastic bin bag over his seat cushion and was arranging a towel over the top. He looked at her quizzically. “just in case your nappy leaks, I don’t want the cushion ruined.” With that she was picking up her gym gear and heading out the door. “Be good. I’ll have my mobile if you need me.” Before Tom had a chance to answer he heard the door slam. He settled down to a morning of TV. This time an old western film. When he felt the urge to pee he didn’t even try to stop it, he just let go straight into his nappy. He knew he didn’t have a hope in hell of staying dry until Jo got home. He briefly wondered why he found it so much easier to wet sitting rather than laying down. About an hour later he felt another urge only this time it wasn’t just to pee. He realised with horror that he hadn’t had his usual morning poo and could feel things starting to move in his bowels. “I’ll just have to hold it.” He told himself and tried his best to ignore his growing need and to concentrate on the film. Another hour passed and Tom was getting desperate. He even considered phoning Carol and asking her to come over and help but that just felt to humiliating. “Jo’ll be back soon” he told himself. “I’ll just have to wait it out.” Thirty more minutes and he was starting to realise he was in serious trouble. He got up and walked around a little hoping it would ease the pressure but it only seemed to make things worse. He could feel the mess almost pushing on his bum hole and new that he was going to loose the fight. He couldn’t bring himself to do it in the middle of the living room so he went behind the sofa, squatted down and let nature take its course. He could feel the semi soft poo coming out and settling in the seat of his nappy. He grimaced as the hot and mushy mess spread across his bum cheeks. He knew he hadn’t finished so he bent his knees a little more and gave a push. The next load came out in a rush accompanied by a muffled wet fart and rapidly spread up his bum crack and down between his legs. He was vaguely aware of a hot wetness around the front of his nappy as he simultaneously wee’d himself. One last push accompanied by a little grunt got the last of it out. In that moment he felt nothing but relief. As he started to stand up however the full implications of what he’d just done hit him. He could feel the huge soft mess in the back of his pants and could smell the rank odour. Before he had a chance to formulate any sort of plan as to what to do next he heard the back door and then Jo’s voice. “Hey honey, how you doin’?” She called from the kitchen. Tom was to traumatised to answer, he just stood there with his mouth open in a state of shock. “God the gym was busy today, I couldn’t even get on a running machine so I….” Her voice trailed off as she saw her husband. “Are you okay Tom? What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer. He just stood there staring blankly. Jo sniffed the air, it slowly dawned on her what has happened. “Tom did you…please tell me you haven’t…” She took a deep breath and then furrowed her brow. “You better not have done what I think you’ve done.” She advanced on him angrily causing him to take a step backwards. “Thomas Ward, have you pooed in your nappy?” She grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. Hooking one finger into the waistband of his joggers and the back of his nappy, she looked inside. “You have! You’ve filled your pants, you dirty little boy” She turn him to face her but Tom’s head was bowed. “A couple of wettings is one thing but to just sit there and mess yourself, like a baby. That is totally unacceptable. Why didn’t you call Carol, I’m sure she’d have helped. You stink, you know that?” She put her hand under his chin and lifted his head. “Look at me you filthy, smelly, lazy little boy!” As she lifted Tom’s head she saw tears running down his cheeks. She’d never see him look so miserable. All her anger and frustration ebbed away, she felt nothing but sympathy and a deep love for her poor, broken husband. “Oh come here” She whispered, pulling him into her for a hug. As his head came to rest on her shoulder he broke down completely. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he sobbed. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to” She gently stroked his head. “It’s alright sweetie, it’s alright. I’m here now.” She held him until the sobbing stopped then pulled away and smiled at him. “Let’s get you out of that dirty nappy and all nice and clean shall we?” Tom nodded miserably.

Chapter 5 After a few minutes of post coital cuddling, Jo leaned in and gave Tom a little kiss on the cheek. “I think we better get you sorted out.” She whispered. Getting out of bed, still naked, She grabbed the baby wipes and got to work. “Okay sweetie, lift up” She said, encouragingly pushing up on his ankles. With Tom’s knees up to his chest Jo slid the wet garment out from under him. “Wow you really did a job on this one” She held his nappy up for Tom to see. “This thing is soaked. Who’d have thought such a little boy could make so much wee.” She laughed, bundling the nappy up and dropping it into a small yellow bin in the corner of the room which Tom hadn’t noticed before. Tom felt himself blushing as Jo went to work with the wipes. She was thorough but gentle, wiping up around his bum hole and then both cheeks. “Legs down” she said, getting a fresh wipe. Tom could feel the cold wetness around his balls, up around his pelvic area and finally along his penis. “There you go, all clean and fresh. Let’s find you some nice big boy pants for the day.” Jo began grabbing underwear and clothes from Tom’s wardrobe. She popped his socks on first. “Come on then up you get”. She helped Tom to his feet then held a pair of briefs open for him to step into. She pulled them up giving the elastic a snap and then cupped his balls and cock with her hand giving a gentle squeeze. “Are you going to be a good boy today and keep your pants dry? Remember to tell Jo Jo in plenty of time if you need a wee wee” Tom blushed with embarrassment but felt his penis begin to harden despite himself. Jo just giggled, grabbed a pair of jeans and helped him into them. The rest of the morning passed like any other. Neither spoke about this new dimension to their sex life. Soon after lunch the phone rang. Naturally Jo picked up. “Hi Mum how’s it going? She looked at Tom raising her eyes. “Oh, that’s a nuisance, do you want me to sort it? No problem I’ll be round in a few minutes.” She put the phone down and turned to her husband. “Mum’s car’s still in the garage. She’s needs me to pick her prescription up.” Tom was watching the golf on TV and barely looked up. “Oh right.” Jo stood in front of the TV with her hands on her hips. “You’re going to have to come with me Tom, I can’t leave you here on your own.” “You’re not going to be long are you? Just leave me some juice, I’ll be fine for a couple of hours.” Jo thought for a minute. She could use this opportunity to her advantage, the first step in getting her “me time” back. “I don’t know Tom there’ll be no one here to help you. What if you need the toilet?” “I’m sure I can manage, I’ll go just before you leave and then…..” “Come off it Tom with your small bladder? There’s no way you’ll be able to hold on that long. I don’t want to come home to wet pants and a puddle on the floor. As I see it you have two choices, either you come with or I put you in a nappy.” “For God’s sake Jo, I’m not wearing a nappy during the day. I’ll be fine, honestly.” “Easy for you to say, you won’t be the one having to clean up the mess. Staying home without your nappy on is not an option. It’s come along or nappies. Which Is it to be?” Tom sighed and looked back at the TV, the leaders were just teeing off for their final round. “Okay, fine I’ll wear the stupid nappy” he mumbled. “Are you going to try to use the potty before I get you sorted?” “No, I don’t need to go right now” Jo rushed up the stairs with a small smile playing across her face. She grabbed a nappy and headed back down. “Come on then, on your feet” She ordered helping Tom up. Once stood she swiftly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles along with his pants. She opened up the nappy, held the front with one hand around his waist and pushed the back between his thighs. Holding the front in one hand and the back in the other she began working it up between his legs. “squat down a bit.” Tom did as he was asked allowing Jo to get his nappy all the way up. “Stand.” As he straightened the nappy was held in place allowing Jo to secure the tapes. It was at this point that Tom realised they were standing right in the front window. Anyone passing who happened to glance in would see him clearly getting his nappy put on by his wife. Before he had the chance to say anything Jo had pulled up his pants and, with a little difficult, worked his jeans up over the nappy and got them buttoned up. “There we go, all nice and safe in your nappy” She smiled giving his padded bum a playful pat. He heard the now familiar rustle as he waddled over to the sofa and plopped himself down. Five minutes later Jo was ready to go. She squatted down in front of Tom with her hand on his thigh. “I’m off now sweetie. There’s a glass of juice on the table with a straw and I’ll be as quick as I can. I know you won’t be able to use the potty so if you do wet your pants I will understand.” She put her hand on the front of his jeans and gave a squeeze causing a loud crinkling. “Remember you’re in a nappy so it’s all good.” With that she gave him a peck on the cheek and was off. He heard the door slam and her car drive away. It felt strange to be wearing a nappy under his clothes. Not uncomfortable exactly just a little….odd. Before long Tom was engrossed in the golf and his underwear was soon forgotten. Sometime later Tom’s attention was drawn to his bladder. He wasn’t exactly desperate but new he would need to go in the next twenty minutes or so. He glanced at the clock and realised Jo had only been gone about an hour. Even if she went straight to the chemist, dropped off her mother’s pills and came straight home she’d be at least another half hour and Tom knew there was every chance she’d stop at her Mum’s for a chat and a cuppa. He decided to hold on as long as he could just on the off chance Jo got home early. Tom tried to concentrate on the TV but as the time ticked by he became more and more desperate. He was jiggling his legs in an attempt to stave off his need but it was no good. He felt a hot spirt of pee jet into his nappy which was quickly soaked up by the thirsty lining. Tom managed to keep control for another couple of minutes but the second spurt was closely followed by a third which soon became a constant gush. The front of his nappy became warm and he could feel it expanding and pushing his legs further apart. The hot wetness was now spreading to the back of his pants and he could feel the urine trickling over his balls. He seemed to pee for ages but eventually the flow stopped. Tom awkwardly got to his feet worried that he may have leaked but was relieved to see the sofa seat was dry. His nappy felt different now that he was wet, even inside his jeans it felt heavy and was definitely bulging more around his crotch. Just as he was about to sit back down Tom heard the doorbell ring. “Shit! Who the hell is that?” He mumble to himself. He considered just ignoring it and was about to slip into the kitchen when the doorbell rung again. He realised that he’d probably been seen through the glass door, he really had no choice but to answer it. Tom pushed the handle down with his plastered elbow and used his foot to open the door. He’d intended to just open it a crack so he could hide behind it but kicked it harder than he had intended causing the door to fly open. Standing on the doorstep was Carol, one of their neighbours who was quite friendly with Jo. She had a few balls of wool in one hand and was holding on to her four year old daughter with the other. For a few seconds they stood looking at each other, Carol’s eyes dropped to Tom’s crotch and lingered there before she forced herself to look him in the eye. “Hi Tom.” She said, her voice a little strained. “Is Jo around?” “Oh err no, she’s running errands for her mother. Her car’s in the garage apparently.” “Right well, no worries, I’ve just got this wool that she asked me for. How are you doing anyway? I heard about the accident.” Tom smiled. “Slowly on the mend, it’s quite frustrating not having any arms but hopefully the plaster will be coming off in a couple of weeks.” “I can imagine it must he hard” Carol replied “If you need any help” She glanced again at his bulging jeans, “with anything, don’t be shy to ask. I am a nurse you know” “Thanks Carol that’s good to know” Tom said blushing. “I’ll just pop this wool in the kitchen shall I?” Tom stood back to allow Carol through the door and winced as his nappy rustled. He looked down at little Bethan who was staring directly at his nappied crotch. “Mummy, Tom’s not a baby is he?” said Bethan, not taking her eyes from his padded jeans. “No of course not, he’s a grownup like daddy or I” Carol replied. She glanced up at Tom rolling her eyes as if to say “kids say the darndest things.” “But you said only baby’s wear nappies and Tom’s wearing a nappy look” Bethan, still staring directly at Tom’s midriff pointed at his pants.” “Don’t be silly Beth and stop pointing, it’s rude” Carol dragged Bethan by the hand into the kitchen before she could say anything else. They were soon back at the door having deposited the wool. “I’m really sorry about that Tom, you know what kids are like.” She glanced down at his jeans. “Are you sure you don’t need any help. I could take Beth home and pop back.” Toms cheeks where burning, all he wanted was out of this conversation. “No I’m fine, Jo’ll be home soon so…” “Yea of course, well you know where I am, bye then” Tom shut the door, lent back on it and heaved a sigh of relief. That was quite possibly the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him. Half an hour later he felt another urge to pee, this time he didn’t even bother trying to hold on, there didn’t seem any point, he just let go straight into his nappy which grew marmer and heavier. The golf had finished and Tom was watching the highlights of last nights football when he heard Jo’s car pull on to the drive and the door open. “How’s your Mum?” he asked his wife as she came into the living room. “She’s fine, the car should be ready by lunchtime tomorrow. Sorry I took so long, you know what she’s like once she starts talking, I just couldn’t get away. How about you, everything okay” “Yea I’m good” “And what about your nappy, have you wet it?” Tom just grunted. “For goodness sake Tom, why can’t you just tell me. Have you done a wee in your pants or not” Jo waited for a reply but when none was forthcoming she took matters into her own hands. She stood in front of him with her arms crossed. “Stand up please”. Tom did as he was told and Jo immediately undid his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his briefs. She put her hand on the sagging crotch of his nappy and squeezed firmly. “Okay little man tell me what you did” “I errr” “Come on Tom use your words, what have you done?” “I did a wee wee in my nappy” Tom wasn’t sure why he’d expressed himself in such a childish way, it just kind of slipped out. “Thank you for being honest with me. You are clearly soaked. It’s a good job I put this on you or we’d have some very wet pants and a puddle to deal with. Come on let’s get you changed. She took him upstairs and placed a towel on the bed. “Come on then you know what to do” she said impatiently. Tom laid on the towel and lifted up slightly to allow Jo to pull his jeans and pants down to his ankles. Jo looked at his nappy. “Wow this thing’s soaked how many times did you wet whilst I was away? “I dunno, a couple of times maybe?” “Hmmm, well I’m sure they were just accidents. After all a big boy like you would try to hold it, he wouldn’t just wet his nappy out of convenience” Tom shifted uncomfortably and blushed. After ripping open the tapes Jo helped Tom lift his legs and pulled the sodden garment out from under him. She gently wiped his bum taking some extra time around his rectum before gently massaging his balls with a fresh wipe. When Tom dropped his legs it was clear that he was enjoying his wife’s attention. “My, someone does enjoy his nappy changes doesn’t he” She wrapped a wipe around the shaft of his penis and began to stroke. “I’m not sure my boy wants to be dry. I think he wets himself on purpose so Jo Jo will keep him in nappies then he can have lots of changes.” Jo upped the pace, feeling his member twitching in her hand. “Is that what’s going on? Is little Tommy doing wees in his pants just to get attention? What a dirty boy you are.” Tom let out a little grunt and shot his load onto his stomach. “Good boy making cummies for me” Jo cooed with a smile as she wiped him clean. “I think I’ll leave you here to recover for a bit” Jo giggled. She wiped her hand and then put the sodden nappy along with all the wipes into the little bin. Tom laid on the bed feeling very relaxed and content, the acute embarrassment of earlier forgotten. He was vaguely aware of his wife moving about downstairs. “Tom!” Jo called from the kitchen. “Where did this wool come from?”

Chapter 2 Despite the sexual energy of that first night each was unsure of the others true desires and as neither of them were very good at expressing their feelings things went on pretty much as before. Jo continued to take care of Tom’s needs and Tom made a special effort to ensure he didn’t have any more accidents in his pants. Jo however did have a couple of practical issues. Firstly she was the kind of person who needed a full 8 hours sleep. Tom waking her up practically every night needing to be taken to the toilet was taking its toll. Secondly she hadn’t been able to leave the house without Tom in tow since he got back from the hospital. Being a teacher she was used to having time during the holidays when Tom was at work to do her own thing. She missed seeing her friends and visiting the gym on her own. Having searched the internet she had come up with something which would solve both these issues but she wasn’t at all sure that Tom would go along with it. She decided to leave things as they were, after all it wasn’t Tom’s fault that he couldn’t use the loo on his own and this was only a temporary problem. She sighed and went back to searching for school supplies. The following day Tom and Jo where both sat at the breakfast table. Jo was utterly shattered, he’d had her up twice during the night and she wasn’t sure how long she could go on like this. She decided for her own sanity she was going to have to broach the subject and see how her husband reacted. “Tom, I’m not complaining and I know it’s not your fault but I just can’t go on with these disturbed nights. I’m totally washed out all the time and I think I may have found a solution that will ensure we both get a good night’s sleep.” Tom looked up from the coffee he was drinking through a straw and wondered what his wife had in mind. Was she thinking of limiting his fluids in the evening? He’d already tried that and knew it didn’t work. Maybe she was going to suggest some kind of over the counter medication or even a trip to the doctor. He wasn’t very keen on that solution either. He could see from the expression on her face that whatever it was he probably was not going to like it. “look Tom this is the way I see it, if I don’t get up with you then you can’t use the toilet and you will inevitably wet the bed, so I looked online for solutions for adult bedwetters and I found some products you could wear which will protect the bed when the inevitable happens.” There were a few seconds of silence whilst Tom looked at her and comprehended exactly what she was implying. “You’re saying you want me to wear nappies to bed? Jesus Jo you’ve got to be joking! I’m not a fucking three year old. I wont do it!” His voice became more and more shrill and he stamped his feet for added effect. Jo was shocked, she had expected some resistance but not this. She gave him her best disappointed teacher look. “Well, thank you for having such a mature response Tom. I thought you might at least consider my welfare but obviously not. Forget I even mentioned it.” She got up and started clearing the pots. ”Talk about acting like a three year old” She muttered. Tom immediately regretted his outburst. He glanced at his wife and realised just how tired she looked. “I’m sorry Jo I didn’t mean to snap it’s just…. nappies? Really? Can’t we find some other solution?” Jo turned from the sink, sat opposite her husband, lifted his chin with her hand and looked him straight in the eye. “I’ve been thinking about this for days, if there was another way I would have found it. There is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about it, it’s simply a practical solution to a practical problem that’s all. I just ask that you behave like a grown up and think about it. Seriously Tom I really don’t think I can go on like this.” She let go of his chin and wiped a tear from her eye before turning back to the sink and starting to wash the pots. Tom felt utterly miserable, he knew how completely reliant he had become on Jo since the bike accident. She did literally everything for him and never complained. Was it really such a big deal if it made her happy, after all it was only for a couple of weeks and then the plaster would be off and they both would get their lives back. “Maybe I was a little hasty” Tom said quietly “I hadn’t realised just how much the night time thing was affecting you. If you think it’s for the best I’ll give it a try.” Jo put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. “Thankyou sweetie I really appreciate you thinking about me. I’m sure this will work out great for both of us.” As Tom got up and made his way through to the living room Jo smiled, truth be told she normally got her way where Tom was concerned. “The tear was a nice touch” she thought to herself as she logged onto the internet to order the supplies. Chapter 3 Jo switched off the TV and turned to her husband. “okay Tom time to get you ready for bed let’s go” This was the moment he had been dreading all day. He’d seen the package arrive earlier in the afternoon and knew his fate was sealed. Jo helped him up and then ushered him upstairs and into their bedroom. He saw a big pile of what were unmistakably nappies piled up on the dresser, there were also wipes, baby powder and a grey tub which he didn’t recognise. Jo undid his belt and unceremoniously pulled his jeans to his ankles. She then put her hand on the front of his boxers and had a little feel. “You’ve manged to keep your pants dry today, good job” She said in a patronising voice. “Jo!” “Sorry Tom I was just messing about” She laughed Down came his underpants and then off came his shirt. Tom was now stood in front of his wife totally naked. “Okay, lay down on the bed for me sweetie” Tom carefully laid down with his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. He watched Jo out of the corner of his eye as she gathered what she needed. She opened up one of the nappies which looked ridiculously huge. “Lift your legs up” Jo commanded, putting her hand on his ankles to encourage him. Tom soon had his knees up to his chest. He felt Jo push the nappy up under his bum and he started to lower his legs. “Hang on a sec, keep those legs up please” Next thing he felt his wife rubbing a cold, slimy cream all over his bum and around his balls. “This is a barrier cream, you’re going to be in this nappy all night and this will keep you from getting a rash. Okay legs down” All this attention to his nether region was having an effect on Tom, as his legs came down his penis went up. “Well, it looks like my little boy is excited for his nappy” Jo cooed as she rubbed some cream into his cock and followed it up with a dusting of baby powder. With one hand she pushed his penis down whilst quickly pulling the front of the nappy into place and taping it securely shut. She helped him to his feet and quickly checked the fit before holding a pair of pyjama bottoms open for him to step into then pulling them up and over his nappy. “How does that feel? Not to tight?” “No it’s fine, feels a bit weird to be honest.” The nappy was thick and pushed his legs apart which meant he couldn’t walk without waddling a little. Every movement caused a distinctive rustling noise which, it seemed to Tom, announced his childish condition to anyone who could hear it. “Oh you’ll soon get used to it.” Jo smiled “You look really cute” she added, giving his nappied bum a little pat. Tom caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror on the bedroom door. His pyjamas did nothing to hide the bulging garment. He looked just like a great big toddler, ready for bed. “Right then little man into bed, let’s go” Jo pulled back the bedclothes so he could climb in then carefully tucked him in. “All comfy?” She asked. “Yea fine….thanks” Tom watched as his wife stripped off her jeans and top followed by her black lacy bra. Standing in just a pair of matching knickers she selected an oversize T shirt and pulled it over her head before slipping into bed alongside him. As Jo turned out the light she cuddled up to her husband. “Thanks for doing this for me Tom I really appreciate it” She whispered, giving his padded bum one more affectionate tap. Tom lay awake thinking about his first nappying in quite a few years. Why did Jo have to use such patronising, babyish language? She didn’t normally talk to him like that. More to the point why did he let her? Tom felt conflicted, being put into nappies at night like a little boy who still wets his bed was humiliating enough, having his wife talk to him like he was a four year old made it considerably worse. On the other hand he knew that Jo had made considerable sacrifices in the last few days to look after him. He felt guilty that he was so dependant on her. Wearing a nappy to bed and allowing her to talk down to him seemed a small price to pay. As he shifted his position in bed he heard his nappy rustle and could feel the unfamiliar padding around his pelvic area. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable it just felt….strange. He sighed, closed his eyes and tried to think about something else. Tom awoke with a start. He had been dreaming about riding his bike, he was in a road race with large cheering crowds lining the route. As he reached down to grab his water bottle he realised with horror that under his tight lycra cycling shorts was the unmistakable outline of one of his nappies. His eyes shot open and he could feel his cheeks burning, he was literally blushing in his sleep. As he calmed down he noticed that his bladder was signalling its need for release. He was about to wake Jo but as he moved his leg a loud crinkling reminded him what he was wearing. Tom lay there for a few minutes considering what to do next. Maybe he could hold on until his wife woke up, he glanced at the clock, the LEDs flashed 3.32. Shit, there was no way he could wait another 4 hours. He could wake her but she was sleeping so peacefully and anyway she’d be really annoyed, the whole point of him wearing a nappy was so she could have undisturbed nights. He came to the conclusion that he didn’t really have any options, he was going to have to wet himself. He tried to relax and just let it happen but many years of potty training kicked in. He took a few deep breaths and thought of rushing water, a short spirt shot into his nappy but he instinctively cut it off. Another deep breath and this time he was able to really get things going. Pee began to flow into his nappy, he could feel it swelling between his legs and a rather pleasant warmth spreading around his crotch. Soon the padding around his cock was saturated and he could feel the pee trickling over his balls, running down and spreading the warmth around his bum. His nappy felt different, it had swollen and pushed his legs further apart but was still quite comfortable. In fact he had to admit it felt…..nice. He could feel his penis begin to harden inside his wet nappy and wished he could give it a rub. “Oh my God, I’m getting turned on by pissing in a nappy, what the hell is wrong with me” He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, racing tyres, marmalade, cold sick, anything to block out this latest revelation. As his erection subsided he managed to fall back to sleep. Chapter 4 When Tom awoke daylight was streaming through the curtains. He looked at the clock, wow 8.40 that was the latest he’d slept for a long time. He glanced across to the other side of the bed but Jo was already up. As he shifted his weight he felt his wet nappy rubbing between his legs and remembered the events of last night. Sighing to himself, he awkwardly pulled himself upright and carefully climbed out of bed. Standing up caused his wet nappy to sag between his legs and he could feel it rubbing against his thighs. He looked down and was surprised at just how much the nappy had expanded, it bulged through his pyjama bottoms and caused him to waddle as he headed downstairs to the kitchen. Jo was standing at the stove cooking breakfast. She was singing along to the radio and looked greatly refreshed having had an undisturbed nights sleep for the first time in a while. She turned as Tom walked in and flashed him a warm smile. “Morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?” Her eyes dropped to his bulging crutch causing Tom to blush. “Yea, very well thanks, you?” She put down the spatula and surprised Tom by pulling him into a hug. “Best nights sleep ever!” She enthused. He felt her hand slide down his back and come to rest on the back of his nappy, giving his padding a little squeeze. “And how did we do last night? Are we nice and dry or did we wet?” She asked. Tom didn’t answer. She pulled back a little and looked him in the eye. “Come on Tom, I don’t mind, I just want to know, have you got a wet nappy?” He blushed and looked down at the floor still unable to answer. “Oh for goodness sake” She pulled his pyjama bottoms down to his knees and pushed up on the sag of his nappy. She then poked a couple of fingers into the crotch. “well, it would seem that my little boy has had a wet night. Never mind that’s what your nappy is there for, to catch all your wee wee” She pulled his pyjama’s back up and smiled giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Erm, do you think you could take this off me please?” Tom asked “The food’s just about ready, let’s have breakfast first and then I’ll sort you out after that.” Tom, resigned to being in his wet protection a little while longer and to be honest not really caring, sat down at the table with a squelch. Jo placed a cup of coffee with a straw in front of him and then a plate of bacon and eggs which she cut up and began feeding to him. Tom had been fed by his wife many times before but somehow, sitting here in his wet nappy it felt different, more infantile. Once he’d finished Jo grabbed her own food and began to eat. As Tom sat watching his wife eat he felt a heaviness in his bladder and remembered he was yet to have his usual morning pee. “I don’t want to rush you Jo but I really need the loo” “I won’t be long” Jo looked up from her breakfast. “Just try to hold on for me okay?” “Erm, I think I’ll be able to hold out.” Tom shifted in his seat. He realised it must be his imagination but it seemed his wife was eating more slowly than normal. He was now feeling really uncomfortable. “What the hell” he thought “I’m already wet I might as well just use my nappy. She’ll never know” He felt his crotch area warm as he sat there and totally soaked himself. Jo just happened to glance up at that moment. She looked at him intently a smile spreading across her face. “You’re doing a wee wee aren’t you” Tom blushed deeply. “What, no I erm” “Oh come on Tom, I’ve seen loads of little boys sitting at their desks hoping I wouldn’t notice while they wet their pants. You’re going to the toilet right now…in your nappy” She placed her hand on the top of his thigh and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “What a naughty little boy. Do you need Jo Jo to change your wet bum?” Tom could feel his penis swelling and pushing up against the wet padding as his pulse quickened. Jo, sensing Tom’s growing excitement, decided to push it a bit further. She moved her hand to the front of his pyjamas and began to massage his erect member through his thick, wet nappy. “I can’t believe you still need nappies at your age.” She whispered. “I think you’re a lazy little boy who can’t be bothered to use the potty. Is that it Tom? Did you just wet you nappy on purpose?” “No! It was an accident, I couldn’t wait.” “Yeh right.” She said disbelievingly. “Stand up little man.” He did as he was told. Humiliated and yet massively turned on. She roughly pulled his pyjama bottoms to his ankles, exposing his sodden, yellow nappy which was now hanging halfway to his knees. “Look at the state of you, you’re totally soaked. Do you know what happens to dirty boys who don’t pay attention to their potty training?” He just stood there looking at his feet, his erection clearly showing, making a little tent in his nappy, “Well you’re about to find out” Jo said sternly. Pulling his pyjamas back up. “Bedroom, now!” He waddled upstairs to their bedroom with Jo right behind him. She grabbed a towel and laid it on the bed. “lay down.” She commanded. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. A big boy still in nappies and wetting them like a 2 year old”. Tom lay on the bed listening to his wife telling him off while she loomed over him. She pulled his pyjamas down and off his legs. Then, to Toms delight, she began to remove her own leggings and knickers. She stood in front of him, naked from the waist down her beautiful shaven vagina in clear view. “I think you like your nappies” She said. Pulling each of the tabs and lowering the front of his protection. “Is that it? Do you enjoy doing wee wees in your nappy little boy?” She straddled him and carefully lowered herself onto his erect penis. She leant forward, being careful to avoid his injured arms. Tom began moving his hips up and down he could feel the wet nappy under him, a strong aroma of pee filled the air. As they both began climbing towards climax, he felt her hot breath on his ear. “You bad boy” She panted. “Dirty little nappy wetter. Oh my God, I’m coming, I’m coming. Oh,Oh Oh.” As Jo’s climax began to subside, Tom shot his load, causing her to reach a second orgasm. They lay side by side. Both out of breath, having had possibly the best sex they’d ever had. Tom turned to his wife and smiled. “If that’s punishment, I’ll have to be naughty more often” He quipped.

This story was inspired by Sam & Jess and other stories by the same author E.L. Haley. (Who has some books on Amazon which are excellent and well worth the few pounds/dollars they cost). It has mild femdom/humiliation and both AB and DL themes but like Haley's work the more extreme stuff such as baby clothes, cribs, baby food etc are not included. There is consensual adult sex and plenty of nappies, wetting, messing etc. I am in the UK so nappies=diapers, knickers=panties etc etc. This is my first attempt at a story so I hope you enjoy. Prologue Tom’s bike picked up speed as he freewheeled downhill. The road was wet and he felt a little out of control as he neared the blind bend at the bottom of the hill but he was having a good race and was sure he could catch the pack in front of him, a top ten finish was definitely on the cards. It was when he reached the apex of the bend that he realised he was in trouble, he could feel the back wheel going from under him. The last thing he remembered was the bizarre feeling of flying through the air and seeing the unforgiving tarmac hurtling towards him. It could have been a lot worse. A mild concussion, abrasions on the legs and 2 broken arms. It was only after he left the hospital, with both arms in plaster, that he realised just how debilitating his arm injuries were. He needed help with everything, eating, dressing, he even needed his wife’s assistance to use the toilet. It was a stroke of luck that she was an infant school teacher and the accident had happened right at the start of the long summer holidays. This loss of independence was very frustrating and frankly rather embarrassing. The toilet thing in particular was a major nuisance, Tom had always had a small bladder and visited the loo way more regularly than most fit guys of his age, having to constantly ask his wife to take him to the toilet was plain humiliating. Jo was really good about it and never complained but he could tell that on occasion she was making a real effort not to show her frustration at yet another trip to the bathroom. Chapter 1 The first night home from the hospital Tom awoke with an uncomfortable heavy feeling in his bladder. He glanced at the clock, 4.37, and realised he was going to have to get up and use the loo. He’d been putting it off, hoping to last out until a more reasonable time but his small bladder was betraying him and he was desperate. He gently pushed his wife’s leg with his foot to wake her up. Jo stirred and grunted. “Jo are you awake? I need to use the loo.” Jo sighed deeply and muttered something unintelligible under her breath. “Come on then” she said resignedly, putting on the bedside light. As she climbed out of bed, despite his discomfort, Tom couldn’t help but admire his wife’s body. She was wearing a short T shirt, tight enough for her large nipples to show through clearly and a pair of full cut white cotton knickers, although not the sexiest underwear she owned they did show off her lovely toned ass beautifully. As Tom struggled to sit up his urge to urinate intensified and he felt a short spurt of pee escape into his pants. “Shit” he whispered under his breath. As he stood he glanced back at the bed and with relief realised nothing had soaked through the jogging bottoms he wore to bed. He shuffled awkwardly to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet waiting for his wife to pull down his pants. “please hurry up Jo I’m desperate” he whined. Being stood in the bathroom so close to relief only seemed to make his need even more intense. “Okay, okay I’m coming” He felt his wife’s breath on the back of his neck and smelt her perfume as she stood behind him and yanked down first his joggers and then his underwear. He was already starting to dribble as she took hold of his penis and aimed it into the loo. With a sigh of relief he shot a strong jet of pee into the toilet. Once he was done Jo gently shook the last few drops from his cock which caused him to get a little excited, she ignored the obvious signs of his arousal and pulled up his underpants. She had his joggers halfway up his legs when she suddenly stopped. He felt her hand move up his thigh and then press gently on the front of his boxers. “Oh Tom for God’s sake, you’re wet. I hope you haven’t wet the bed.” Tom felt himself blushing furiously. “Erm no the beds fine. I just leaked a little as I was getting up.” “Okay well next time don’t leave it so late. I can’t believe you just wet your pants like a four year old” “I’m sorry I didn’t want to wake you” He mumbled, staring at the floor like a little boy being admonished by his Mummy. “Well I’d much rather you disturbed my sleep than waking up in a wet bed. Come on let’s get you changed.” She said, turning him around to face her. Jo knelt down and pulled Tom’s joggers to his ankles looking up at him expectantly. “Come on then step out” she said impatiently. Tom didn’t move, he was staring into space seemingly traumatised by the turn of events. “Tom look at me” Jo said sharply, He slowly turned his head to meet her gaze. “You’ve done a wee in your pants so we need to get you cleaned up and changed into some dry ones okay?” “Oh err yea of course sorry” mumbled Tom lifting each foot in turn. Jo removed his bottoms and carefully inspected them, she even gave the crotch a little sniff. “These are a little damp and smell a bit, I think we’ll put them in the wash.” She declared before sliding his wet boxers down his legs. This time Tom was ready and stepped straight out. She held them up momentarily to check the damage before shaking her head and dropping them straight into the washing basket. She filled the basin with warm water and lathered up a wash cloth with plenty of soap. “Okay sweetie, open your legs for me” Jo began inside Tom’s thighs before working her way up and between his bum cheeks. “Good boy, turn around” She lathered the cloth for a second time and thoroughly cleaned his balls and pelvic area. A rinse with a fresh cloth and a towelling completed the job. “There we are all nice and clean. Let’s find you some nice fresh pants and then off to bed.” Jo led him by the hand back to the bedroom, she fished a fresh pair of underpants from his draw and opened them up for him to step into. “Oh look, they’re your minion ones, you look so cute in these.” She pulled them up his legs and gave his bum a firm pat. “Back to bed now” Tom climbed into bed trying to work out exactly what had just happened to him. His wife had treated him like one of her pupils who’d had a wetting accident in class. The way she had cleaned him and the way she had spoken to him was utterly humiliating and yet as he thought about it he felt a stirring in his loins and his cock began to harden. He wanted to touch himself but that was another thing which he was no longer able to do. Jo climbed into bed and snuggled up to him, she gently kissed him on the neck. “Sorry if I was a bit grumpy earlier” she whispered “you know I’m rubbish when I’ve just woken up and I understand how hard it has been for you since the accident. I want you to know that I am your wife and I love you. I will always be here to look after you no matter what.” Tom feeling greatly relieved snuggled up close to his wife. “I’m so sorry Jo, I should have woken you earlier I just didn’t want….” “shush, it’s okay, you’re fine” she whispered soothingly. He could feel her hand on his thigh slowly moving up and pressing against his semi-erect penis through his pants. “Someone’s a little excited.” She giggled giving him a gentle squeeze. “Did my big boy enjoy being cleaned up after his accident? Does he like the attention he gets when he does a wee wee in his pants?” Tom was now rock hard and could only sigh his approval as Jo pulled his throbbing member out of his boxers and taking a firm grip began rubbing in earnest. “Wow you’re really getting off on this aren’t you.” She whispered. His breathing got faster as Jo increased the pace. “Is my little pants wetter going to cum for me? You going to make cummies for Jo Jo?” This was to much for Tom, he let out a loud primeval grunt as he shot his load onto the sheets. “Good boy” she whispered gently kissing his neck. “Feel better now?” “Oh yea, thanks Jo that was amazing” He wanted to pleasure her or at the very least give her a hug but due to his plastered arms he could only wrap his leg around hers. Jo seemed to sense his frustration. “It’s alright sweety, just relax. Go to sleep now.” Tom closed his eyes feeling calmer and more content than he had in ages. To say he was conflicted was an understatement. From wetting himself to having his wife treat him, for all intents and purposes, like a little boy had been excruciatingly embarrassing. Yet he had to admit he had been in a state of arousal for almost the whole time and he’d just had a terrific orgasm. If he was honest with himself he had always been a little submissive. He was more than happy to let Jo make most of the decisions and she seemed happy to take that more dominant role. He drifted off to sleep wondering if what had just happened might change their relationship. Once Jo was sure Tom was asleep she slipped her hand into her knickers. She wasn’t really sure why but there was no doubt tonight’s little incident had her aroused. She had certainly never fantasised about treating Tom in such an infantile way. To begin with she had sort of automatically gone into teacher mode, soring out children who’d had accidents was almost a daily occurrence, yet somehow seeing Tom stood there, stripped from the waste down with that dumb look on his face had really got her going. She wondered if she had pushed him to far with some of the things she had said and done and yet judging by his response, him being at least semi erect throughout, it would seem he was quite enjoying himself. She let out a gentle sigh as she reached her own orgasm and then spooned up to her husband quickly falling asleep.