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CHAPTER FIVE V Hours had passed. Likewise, the bottle of tequila. Chris, and Pam had been so engaged by each other. Each other, and the libations. Of course… Neither of them noticed Jess had wet herself, again. Or that she had woken up, some time ago. She was so groggy still - by consequence of the pill Chris had given her. It took her more than a minute or two, to muster the lucidity to comprehend the situation. Or speak, for that matter “Are you drunk?” she shouted. Finally rallying the strength, to do so. “What time is it?… Why didn’t you wake me up?!?” she questioned angrily. Jess lifted herself up, enough to sit - and, realize the sodden state of her diaper. Drawing her next series of questions. “Were you to drunk, to notice I had an accident… Are either of you going to help me?” She flouted. All the excitement started to make her dizzy. Jess attempted to further elaborate her malice. Managing only blubbering drivel. Pam interrupted her daughter’s inaudible objections, “Calm down Jess. We noticed. I said, ‘let her rest.’” she said. “We can change you soon, and then we have dinner.” ”Chris… What the fuck. Help me get changed!” she demanded - like the princess she still thought she was. ”You just woke up, Honey. you’ll probably have to go again soon… trust me.” Pam said, before Chris could answer. “I’ve gone through this already. Give it a minute, and we’ll get you changed.” Jess stared at Chris. Helpless, and suppliantly. He relished every moment. Finally answering. “I think you should listen to your Mom. We’ll get you cleaned up soon.” Fronting a flirtatious glim towards Pam, as he did, ensuring their unified front. Acknowledged, reciprocatingly so - not unnoticed by Jess. Confused, and paranoid. Jess tried her best to articulate her thoughts. Fighting the urge to cry, all the while. “So… What? You’re just going… to keep drinking? While I sit here… in a…”, no longer able to hold the tears refuse, “WET DIAPER!” she finished hysterically. “Diapers weren’t cheap when you were little, and I’m sure they aren’t cheap now.” Pam started to argue. Chris interjected. “That doesn’t matter, Pam.”Acquitably caving Jess’s plea for help. “It’s time I get dinner headed, anyway. You go ahead and get Jess cleaned up. While I start preparing it.” he elected. Rambling towards the kitchen, with no concern for accord. “Well. Alright then… I guess, let’s get you changed.” Pam said. Somewhat, drunkenly, stumbling towards Jess - reaching out, inviting help up. “I can’t believe you.” Jess said abhorrently. “You haven’t changed at all!” she continued. Tone unwavering. “I know… I’m the worst!” Pam bitingly reared. Pulling Jess to her feet. “I only put my life on hold, to come help you.” She continued, “So, come on Jess. Let’s go change your diaper!.” Pulling her daughter rather aggressively towards the house. Chris heard Pam, and Jess come inside, a few minutes later. In no certain context. “Her things are in the master bedroom, Pam. You should just go get them, and bring them down. There’s no need for you to pull her, up and down.” he hollered, from the kitchen. “Thank you, Chris.” Pam answered, courtly. Still handling Jess, in any other means. Eventually situating her on the living room floor. “Now, be good girl… and, I’ll come back and get you changed.” she mocked. Retiring, to find Jess’s clean diapers. Jess was alone. Laying on the living room floor. Despite her best efforts to keep still - she twitched, and wiggled. Helplessly, and involuntarily so. Squishing her wet diaper around, beneath her. “This can’t be happening.” she almost thought. “What am I going to do?” Jess was breathing heavy. Terrified. Unable to focus on any idea for more than a second. the room started to spin. When she regained sensibility, Pam was already kneeling over her. Pulling Jess’s sundress up past her belly button. Maneuvering the bright pink tapes, that fasted the diaper around her hips. Removing them one, by one. Releasing the last tape, Pam pulled the diaper out, from underneath Jess. Derisively instructing, “Booty up!”, as she did so. Jess curled her toes into the carpet, and stretched her legs. Arching her knees outwards - as she lifted her butt, into the air. Observing her mother’s, childish demand. She knew arguing would only keep her trapped in a wet diaper. Even longer. “Now Hold still.” Pam directed. “Let Mommy wipe under here first.” she continued. Pulling a baby wipe from the package. Using it, to clean her daughter’s most private parts. “That’s a good girl.” Pam cooed. Tickling Jess’s bare belly. Noticeably taunting her . Jess’s bewitchingly long, and shapely legs were quivering. Straining to hold her butt up long enough, for her mother to wipe it clean. “All clean!” Pam excitedly attested. Spreading a dry diaper out under Jess, and dousing her in baby powder. Before giving her permission to sit - allowing Pam to tape the diaper shut. Tight, around Jess’s robust curves. Announcing, “Look how cute she is!”, as the last tape was stuck. Jess endeavored dramatically. To end her mother’s taunting, baby talk. “You don’t have to treat me like a baby.” Jess cried. Kicking her feet, and pounding her fists against the ground. “You don’t have to act like one.” Pam said, domineeringly. Pulling a humbled Jess to her feet. “Let’s go eat. And, don’t be a brat. Act your age, young lady.” she added. Forcefully smacking Jess’s padded bottom. As a taste of the punishment. Were she to disobey her mother. “Just a few more minutes.” Chris said. Acknowledging, that the two women had entered the room. “Meal prepping is really a lifesaver, Pam” he boasted. Pulling to juicy chicken breasts out of the oven. “Looks delicious.” she said eagerly. As she helped Jess into her seat, and took her own. Jess’s mouth was watering as Chris set a plate down in front of Pam. It was her favorite dinner. Chicken Parmesan. She was so hungry. She couldn’t wait to eat it. Chris set his plate down on the table - the same meal. Then, he returned with Jess’s dinner. It looked like Gerber baby food. A bowl of green mush. “I want chicken!” Jess whined. “What did I tell you, about ‘not being a brat’?” Pam warned, slapping Jess on her forearm. “This will be easier for you to pass honey. I still made it for you, myself.” Chris boasted. “It’s good. Try it.” Jess struggled with her spoon, as Chris, and Pam started to enjoy their chicken. She was shaking, and fumbled as she tried to feed herself. Scattering little piles of green mush across the table, in front of her. Pam grabbed the spoon, and filled it full of Jess’s dinner. And, moved it towards her daughters mouth slowly. “Open wide.” she cheerfully chimed. Jess smacked the spoon out of her mothers hand. She yelled, “I Am Not A Baby!”… before shrieking incoherently - and, pounding her fists on the table. “YOU SURE ARE ACTING LIKE ONE!” Pam said, jumping out of her chair. Matching her daughter’s emotional intensity. Jess haplessly tried to avoid her mother’s grasp. But, was no match, in her current state. She was bent over the table against her will. Pam preceded to spank her again, and again. Chris was still in his seat. Spectating, with absolute reverence. As Pam chastised her daughter. Pulling Jess’s dress up over her back, in between forceful swings. Revealing her diaper. Making each smack that she landed on the poor girls perfectly round ass crinkle, and crunch. Jess’s breasts were pressed firmly against the table. While Pam held her down, for spanking. Exposing her gloriously pronounced cleavage - for Chris’s viewing pleasure. He watched them bounce, and jiggle between spanks. His gaze only broken when he heard Pam yell in disbelief. “Are you really peeing yourself again, already?” she teased. Continuing to spank Jess, faster. “I knew this would happen. Let me guess. You want your diapers changed now, too?” Jess’s diaper swelled. She looked to her husband for help. “Chris!…Mom wait, I’m…” she tried to yell. Before pausing. Interrupted by a thunderous fart. Pam still spanked Jess a few times, after realizing the mess she had just made in her diaper. Spreading it around, with each forceful smack. Before letting her sink back into her chair. Defeated. Willingly sitting in her own mess. Chris finally came to her aide. An eternity late, in Jess’s eyes. Embracing him all the same. Afraid to lash out again - in fear of another spanking, from Pam. “Please change my diaper.” she whispered into his ear.

Thank you so much. It means a lot. I should have chapter five posted by the end of the night. ?

CHAPTER FOUR IV Chris returned minutes later. Carrying a large box. “One more.” he said. Grabbing a smaller box, from just outside the door. “What’s all this” Jess hesitantly questioned. “Do I even want to know.” Chris ripped open the larger box first, with no reply. Unveiling a big white plastic gate, with the hardware to fasten it to a bed. “Is that a fucking crib! Are you serious?” Jess asked. Dumbfounded. “It’s not a crib. Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just like the beds at the hospital” Chris claimed. “It’s just for your safety. You can really hurt yourself falling out of bed, like you do…” he continued. Trying to difuse the situation. “It has a shelf. For your lap top, and stuff.” he said. Motioning towards the smaller box. “You know what, Chris… When a husband tells his wife he has something else for her. They expect roses, or chocolates, or… diamonds! NOT A FUCKING CRIB!” Jess bellowed. “I just want to go to bed now.” The next morning… “I really wish you hadn’t called her.” Jess confessed, again. “I know. But, She’ll be here soon. And, she's coming to help, remember. You're going to need it.” Chris avoidably reminder her. Jess looked down at the diaper she was wearing. The one her husband changed her into, moments ago. Her cheeks glowing red. “I know.” She squeaked, timidly. “Speaking of her. Let’s get you dressed.” Chris suggested - Jess was again, naked, Save her diaper. He had taken her nightgown off, when he changed her. “You’re not stuck in bed, Lady. When Pam gets here, Ill help you out to the garden. We can have tea.” Chris offered. Pulling a yellow sundress out of her closet. “You like this one in the garden, right?” Holding it up against himself. “I don’t care!” Jess snapped. “…Yes I do. I like to wear that dress in the garden. It matches the lilies.” she promptly added. Wearing a more contrite tone… In her reality, none of this was Chris’s fault. He had only done his best to treat, and care for her - as far a Jess knew. The doorbell rang “That’s probably her.” Chris said. He pulled the dress over Jess’s head, and fit her arms through the sleeves. “I’m going to go let her in. I’ll come back, and get you when She’s settled. I’m sure she has some luggage. “I’m sure.” Jess sighed, rolling her eyes. “Just hurry, I actually do want to get up out of this bed. Even if it is ti see her.” “Only a moment, darling.” he said. Before making his way downstairs. Chris opened the door. He was Greeted by a, characteristically, affectionate Pam. She pulled him in for a hug. Holding him tight against her observable bosom. Pam was wearing a low cut slip dress. And heels. It fit tight around her hips, and ended shortly there after. Leaving little to the imagination. Her long blonde curls cascaded of her bare shoulders, and into Chris’s face. To say that Pam, and Jess could pass as sister’s was an understatement. The gorgeous Jess, was a clone of her mother. And, Pam aged like a fine wine - despite her trying life. She was still as voluptuous as her daughter, if not more. “It’s been too long, my boy!” she exclaimed. Pressing Chris’s face deeper into her chest, and shaking it. “I just wish it was under better circumstances.” she added, before releasing Chris. “It’s good to see you too, Pam.” he said, giddily. “Let’s get your things pulled in, and then I’ll help Jess down.” “Oh, thank you dear.” she praised. “I hope I didn’t bring too much. I know you said it was pretty bad. I didn’t know how long I would be staying.” “No amount could ever be problem, Mam. You’re family.” Chris guaranteed. “Mam..” she blushed. “I told you to call me Pam.” They had just finished pulling in the last of Pam’s stuff. She declared, “Alright. That’s the last of it. Asking, “Now where is my poor baby girl?” “I would avoid the ‘B’ word, around Jess.” Chris said. Cautiously laughing. “It’s kind of a touchy issue. You know..” “What… Baby?” Pam questioned. “She’s my daughter, I’ll call her what I want.” she playfully scoffed. Shooing Chris away to fetch Jess. “Okay, Okay. I’ll go get her. If you want to put some tea on, We’ll be down soon” Chris popped his head into the bedroom. “Ready?” he asked. “As I will ever be.” Jess replied. “Took you long enough.” Before he helped her up, Chris handed Jess a little blue pill. “Here take this, it will help with the anxiety. I promise” Jess took the pill, and popped it in her mouth. “Thank you. Let’s get this over with.” she said. Right after that, Chris whisked her to her feet - and helped her downstairs. Pam was just finishing the tea, when Jess and Chris joined her. “Oh. My poor girl” she said. “I’m so sorry.” pulling Jess in for a hug. “Me too, Mom.” Jess said, apathetically. “Let’s just get out to the garden, first. I’m starting to feel dizzy, I want to sit down. In the garden Chris helped Jess into a chair. Barely seconds after Chris released his supportive grasp on her, she was wobbling in her seat. She would have fallen, had Chris not caught her. “Oh no! That was close.” Pam yelled. “Here. Let me help her. You go fetch a blanket to put down, for her to sit on. The little blue pill Chris gave her had hit hard. Jess was out cold, within the first twenty minutes of conversation. Spread out, and drooling on the blanket Chris had brought her. Pam noticed that Jess had dozed of first. “Well, I guess she needs her rest.” she teased. “That doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun… does it?” pulling a bottle of tequila out of her purse, “Shots!”, she yelled. Jess wiggled a bit, at the commotion - and, with a lurching shrug rolled over. Still sound asleep. The tossing had caused her little yellow dress to ride up. Revealing a, now wet diaper. “It looks like she had another accident” Chris pointed out. “I should get her cleaned up.” he added. “Nonsense.” Pam challenged - pouring out two shots. “When Jess was little she would have two or three accidents before I changed her diaper… and that one she’s wearing now looks like it can handle more than a few. Let her sleep. I’ll change her, when she wakes up.” She said. “Cheers!” Chris replied. Already intoxicated - by Pam’s captivating stare, and seductive smile.

CHAPTER THREE III A few days later. Sometime, around Noon… Jess was asleep in bed. And, not only in spite of depression, or shame. That is, not so say, she wasn’t depressed - or, ashamed. Because, she was… desperately. Only, it was coupled with severe fatigue, and less than average cognitive function. She hadn’t been out of bed since Chris had given her the, ‘news’, a couple days prior. His, ‘diagnosis’, was irrefutable. Jess had, somehow contracted a parasite. One that caused irreversible evidence. The long, and short of it… Jess wasn’t going to get better. ‘But, at least, she wouldn’t get any worse.’ - Chris had assured. She, obviously, found little solace in that promise. The night Chris delivered his, ‘diagnosis’, was the night Jess caved. With little choice. She submitted, to wearing protection. An uninvited solution, she contested thus far - with steadfast resolve. More so, when her new undergarments were in view. In her wildest imagination… The worst case scenario : was the depends, pull-ups. Jess had seen a commercial, months ago. Featuring Lisa Rinna - wearing the newest line of depends, in honor of positive self image. Despite the message, all Jess could think was, “Thank god I don’t have to wear something like that.” What Chris brought home was far worse, than the creature of her nightmares. They were thick, and backed by plastic. Anything, but discrete. There was no way to hide the discernible crinkling. Caused by, even, the slightest movement. And, not a pull-up at all. More so, a diaper - by definition. They were fastened around her hips by four pink tabs. Lacking, only, the babyish designs, across the front - to complete her infantile attire. At this point, though… Nothing would have surprised her. Jess woke up confused, as she did lately. Everything felt fuzzy. She couldn’t hold onto a thought. It took a few minutes for her to piece the last few weeks together. Her mind, was the hardest faculty to loose. She prided her intellect. The wet diaper between her legs, really triggered a lot of the memories. She was, ceaselessly, mortified. Tears already rolling down her cheeks. She tried to get out of bed. Bracing herself on the nightstand as she did. A valiant effort, but not enough. Her knees buckled, and she started to fall. She sent a lamp crashing to the floor - scrambling for balance. Herself, following suit. With a clamor. She scrambled to get up. Collapsing beneath her own weight several times. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so helpless. The warm pressure growing inside her diaper did not make matters any better… Jess was hysterical at this point. She tested to crawl towards the bathroom. Withal, knowing it was too late. She had no choice but to sit there, on the floor. Pooping in her already wet diaper. Chris heard the commotion. Hurriedly, He opened the door. Only to discover Jess, in her disconsolate state. He tried to mask his enthusiasm, with well dramatized worriment. Although significantly less effort was actually needed… Jess was so distraught, she barely payed any notice to what Chris was actually saying, or doing. “Help! Darling help me!!”, she cried. Stretching her feeble arms out towards her husband. “I had another accident. I’m so sorry…” She shamefully confessed. “It’s alright, Baby. You’ll be better soon.” Chris, falsely, promised. An emphasis on, ‘Baby’. He pulled Jess to her feet, as he tried to console her. “Let’s get you cleaned up then, pretty girl.” ushering her back to the bed, and slowly guiding her down. “I’m not a bab…EEEEE!” Jess sheepishly tried to contest her husbands, aptly chosen, pet name. Her defiance, however, was cut short. Replaced, instead, by a strident moan. Getting Jess back into bed, had spread her mess deeper into every crevice. Consistent with her new reality Chris changed Jess’s soiled diaper. He cleaned her, with baby wipes. Covered her in baby powder. She detested the smell. It was the constant reminder, of her hell. Chris fastened the last tape, and patted her crotch. “All better”. Like, that made Jess feel any better. He then left the room, assuring his immediate return. He came back carrying something familiar. A plastic cube, with various shaped holes. A toy her kindergartners regularly played with. “Why do you have that babies toy?” Jess instantly questioned. “I told you… I’m not a baby. Your jokes aren’t funny.” “This isn’t a joke.” Chris replied, defensively. Absolving, and imploring, he continued, “It’s therapy. It will help you regain some mobility.” “Fine. But, no Jokes.” Jess insisted. She was so frustrated, trying to finish the puzzle. She payed no attention to her husband’s lustful gaze. Chris watched in awe, while his, super-model caliber, wife struggled to complete the most childish of games. Wearing nothing but a diaper. It was a dream come true. He broke the silence first. “So… I’m going to have to get back to work next week.” Chris started. Jess threw a plastic triangle across the room. She screamed, “SO WHAT! YOU WANT TO LEAVE ME?!! IS THAT WERE THIS IS GOING?” Projecting her previous guilty desires. Obviously embarrassed, and insecure. “Never, babe.” Chris quickly assured. “We… Just need help getting through this first few months. I didn’t know who else to call. So…” He was making a face, he only made when talking about one person. “You didn’t!” Jess cut Chris off. “MY MOTHER!” She threw a plastic circle across the room, and then a square at Chris. “I figured Pam would be the least embarrassing person to help you through this!” Chris fought, in his own defense. Jess had always been, openly, embarrassed by her mother. Pam was precipitant, and lubricious. She drank like a sailor, and jested like a man. Dressed like a harlot, and acted the part. Chris enjoyed every part of her. The latter, secretly so. He had always found her attractive. With no short list, for cause. It was never talked about. But, Chris was sure Jess always suspected as much. “WHHYYYY!” Jess cried in disbelief. “When does she get here?” she questioned, mournfully. Tears, again, starting to well in her eyes. “In the morning.” Chris said. Continuing, “Let’s not worry about that right now. Pretend I didn’t say anything. Let’s try this again…” He handed Jess the plastic square, she had thrown at him. Undeniably excited… Jess struggled with her toy for the better part of an hour. Despite his deboucherous intentions. Chris was right. Jess wasn’t thinking about her mother coming to visit anymore. She didn’t really have the mental constitution left, to focus on too much at one time. When Chris finally couldn’t contain his wonderment any longer, he excused himself again, “You’re doing great, Babe. Keep it up. I’ll be right back. I have something else for you.” “IS IT ANOTHER BABY TOY?!?” Jess sarcastically squealed. Slamming the plastic cube she was holding, against a triangle shaped hole.

Writing chapter 3 now. ... I just started writing stories, again. I know I'm rusty. constructive criticism, is always appreciated.

CHAPTER II Jess ate those pills for dinner, every night that week. And, they were in her protein shakes, every morning. It was, still, a slow start. Only a few close calls - little leaks here, and there for the first few days. Jess was able to take care of them discreetly. And, she thought little of them. Chris began to doubt if they were even working. He could barely contain his excitement a couple of mornings later, though. He woke up to find that Jess had wet the bed. Composing himself beforehand, he jostled his wife awake. “Honey. Wake up. You had an accident!” “What? No I didn’t!” Jess grouchily tried to protest. “It’s just…” she cast about for any other excuse. Groggily examining her wet crotch, and the puddle underneath her. Realizing the dreadfully embarrassing truth, she wrenched herself awake in a panic. “Told you.” Chris said. With a coy smile. “Does somebody need a play date with Mr.Potty?” Mr. Potty was the potty-training mascot Jess’s school implemented for their pre-school kids, that had issues. “That isn’t funny!” Jess scorned, as she stomped her soggy butt towards the bathroom - red in the face. Chris was changing the bedding when Jess emerged from the bathroom. “All clean, baby girl?” “Fuck off, Chris. You’re enjoying this way too much.” Jess replied. Before again stomping off. Shouting, “I’m just stressed because I have a new student teacher starting today.”, as she ran out the door. Late for work. Chris feared he had pushed the envelope to far on her first accident. He resolved to be a bit more tactful, for the next few days. Her student teacher was in the classroom with the kids when Jess arrived, flustered. “Hi, I’m sorry. There was a bit of an accident this morning. It had me running a bit late. I’m Jessica Grey. You can call me Jess, or Mrs. Grey.” She extended her hand out towards the young woman. “You must be Taylor.” “I am.” Taylor replied, bubbly. “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Grey. I’m really excited. And don’t worry. My son makes me late all the time. With his accidents.” “Oh, no dear. I don’t have kids.” Jess replied. “It was just car trouble.” She lied. Internally screaming, and embarrassed that she had the same problems as a toddler. “Lest not make assumptions, young lady.” Jess said. Trying to maintain her prudent attitude. “Of course not, I just…” Taylor stated to say. “It’s fine, dear. Lets get started…” “Yes, mam.” The morning went smoothly. Jess, and Taylor had a productive conversation, while the kids napped. They really hit it off. Jess really had been worried she would get stuck with a lame mentee. After nap time, Jess had Taylor distribute lunch. With lessons to follow. Jess was in front of the class, drawing shapes on the white-board. Encouraging the class to name them. She was behind time, before she knew what happened next… A warm sensation was making it’s way down her legs. “This can’t be happening!” she thought. Her legs bowed outwards as she examined herself. Looking down only validated her fears. She was pissing her pants. Awake. In the middle of the day. She forced her knees together, and squirmed. Contorting her sightly legs this way, and that - attempting to ebb the flow. All the same, she couldn’t stop it. The children were in an uproar, before she could even try to hide her shame…“Mrs. Grey peed her pants!!!”, they mocked. “She needs a diaper!!!” Jess was immobile. Anchored by the indignity. She couldn’t bare to make eye contact with the only other adult in the room. She felt like a child, herself. Her favorite pant-suit was soaking wet, and stained with piss. “Alright, children! It’s just an accident. Everyone has them.” Taylor finally shouted. Attempting to end the ruckus. To little effect. Finally resorting to an impromptu recess break. “Do you need anything, Jess?” Taylor asked, as she eased the last of the rowdy children into the hall. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” Jess said, trying to compose herself. Wiping the tears away, that were welling in her eyes. “I just… don’t know.” “I have a spare outfit, in my car. I can grab it. If you want to change?” Taylor bashfully offered. “Thank you dear, that would be great.” Jess responded. Still avoiding eye contact. When the room was empty she waddled to the bathroom. Walking like she was sitting on an invisible saddle the whole way there. She was relieved to have a private bathroom. Having the kindergarten classroom did have it’s perks. At least she wouldn’t have to parade past her peers, after peeing her pants. “That however, may have been more dignifying, in the long run.” She thought, pushing open the door. The kindergarten bathroom was, go figure, decorated excessively childish. Bordering on nursery decor. There was even a changing table, left over from when it was a pre-school room. Jess shut the door behind her. And started to strip naked from the waist down. Placing her wet pants and panties on the changing table. She looked around for something to, properly, clean herself with. Finding only baby wipes, that were left in the cupboard. She felt exceedingly infantile. Quietly sobbing, as she wiped herself. There was a knock at the door. “Jess, you in there?” It was Taylor’s voice. “I have some dry clothes here, for you… It’s just my workout clothes. They’re clean though. I was going to go the gym after school.” “Thank you dear. I’m sure they will be fine. Can you just leave them by the door?” Jess more insisted, than asked. “You can bring the kids back in soon. I shouldn’t be long.” she added. Trying to muster, and maintain what dignity she had left. Jess deferred the rest of the day to Taylor. The school had a strict dress code, for teachers. And, she didn’t want to explain to her principal, or anyone for that matter, why she was wearing neon pink yoga pants. Jess waited anxiously for her husband to return. Dreading the conversation she was about to have, the whole while. She drank nearly a bottle of wine while she waited, to calm her nerves. Before passing out on the couch. It was a few hours later, when Chris arrived home. He found Jess, sound asleep. In yet another puddle, of her own design. “Jess, Honey. Wake up. You had another accident.” Chris definitively stated. Gently coaxing his wife awake. She couldn’t believe it. Three times in one day! At least it wouldn’t be a hard conversation to start… “I think somethings wrong with me!” Jess cried. “I had an accident at school today,too…” “Is that where these hot pants came from?” Chris jested, as he playfully spanked her butt. “STOP! I don’t feel good, or sexy right now.” Jess barked. “I’m going to take a shower, and then I want to go to the hospital, for a check-up.” she demanded. “Well, little lady. Good thing you married a doctor.” Chris boasted. “Go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of this mess.” He motioned towards the wet couch cushion. Jess blushed, and waddled towards the bathroom in defeat. “You look like the bride of Frankenstein!” Chris taunted behind her. “SHUT UP!” she screamed. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” “I’m sorry babe. I’m sure it’s nothing. Everything will be OK.” Chris lied. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with your preliminary tests.” Chris said. Thumbing through some papers, in a manila envelope. “Somethings wrong!” Jess argued. “I’m pissing my pants Chris!” she started crying. “I don’t… want to… pee my pants…” she managed, between sobs “I know Hun. Blood work will come back by the morning. We will know more then.” he assured her, in a loving embrace. “Let’s just go home, and you can get some rest.” “Yeah, right. Rest.” Jess sarcastically repeated. “Just so I can wet the bed again… I’d rather die.” she pouted. “We have protection here…” Chris couldn’t even finish his sentence, before Jess cut him off. “I am not wearing a diaper.” she snapped. “It was only a suggestion, I bet you wont even need them.” Chris lied, again. “Let’s go.” The next few days were not any better for Jess. She made it to the bathroom a hand full of times. But, more often than not she had to endure one embarrassing accident after the next. Pissing herself uncontrollably in front of her husband, her best friend, and neighbors. She didn’t wake up dry a single time that weekend. Jess was crushed. Physically, and emotionally come Monday morning. Another wet one. There was no way she was going to work, in her current condition. She didn’t even have the courage to get out of the house, to go running. Behind the fear of wetting herself in front of the neighbors, again. That afternoon Jess called the school, and took a temporary leave of absence.

THE PERFECT WIFE INTRODUCTION I JESS Jess was a kindergarten teacher. She was the physical embodiment of Grace. Her poise was only ever bested by the mercy of her own divine beauty, and angelic stature. She was shapely, and refined. Standing a hair over six foot. Legs for days - as they say. Beside curves in all the right places. Busty, and blonde. She wore piercing blue eyes. And skin as delicate, and smooth as porcelain. It wasn’t all handed to her by the Gods, though. She stayed, very, active outside of the classroom. Protein shakes, and a balanced breakfast every morning. Superseded by a cascade of various workouts. CHRIS Chris was a Doctor. He was the physical embodiment of Ego. His blundering pride was only ever bested, by the lenity of his incontestable charm, and magnetism. He was, ironically, a man of small stature. Even so, retaining a strapping physique. Abs of steel - as they say. Cheek by jowl to a brilliant beard. One that would put, the great, Chuck Norris to shame. They were his gifts from the Gods. He had to do very little to maintain his debonair ambiance. He fancied a few fingers fine cognac, and a cigar after a long day. Over and above that - he enjoyed to cook. INTRODUCTION II They met during college. Jess was graduating from community college, and Chris was enrolling in grad school. She was a few years older than him. And. by societies standards, she was light years out of his league. Though - even then, Chris had a charisma score of over twenty. She succumbed to his boyish charm, and chivalrous nature - right away… beside the prospect of an affluent doctor, as a husband. She was his queen. Shortly after Chris Graduated, the two of them eloped, in Holy Matrimony. It was a fairy-tale wedding. Befit to royalty. He spared no expense. Money was never a presentiment Chris had to think about. He came from it. Him and his mother lived a lavish life. Behind the several remunerative investments Chris’s father made before he passed. His mother spoiled, and encouraged him his whole life. He was destined for greatness. No matter what path he chose to walk. Jess was not as fortunate… Her father ran off to New Orleans with some tramp, when she was young. He left her mother, and her with nothing. Nothing, but a pile of debt - that is. Jess’s mom turned to drugs, and started stripping to make ends meet. Jess was often left to fend for herself. For days. She worked tirelessly to care for her mother, and eventually put herself through school. CHAPTER ONE I It was a slow day at the office. With little to do to occupy his time, Chris indulged a Pharmaceutics Representative, that had been hounding him for a meeting. He hated meetings like this. But had a quota to fill, VIA Hospital protocols. This one was especially painful. The man could talk. and talk, and talk. And, he did. “I tell you what. I don’t even know how some of these pills make it human trials…” he admitted, at one point. “The last batch got it real bad.” he continued, shaking his head disdainfully. “Oh yeah. How so?” Chris questioned. Uninterested, and obviously just going through the the motions. For conversations sake. “It was a new birth control. Everything was going fine. Then one week. BAM! Totally incontinent.” He slapped his hands together as he said it. “The whole lot of them. Something like fifty or sixty college girls. Pissing, and shitting in diapers. STILL! - to this day. And that was months ago.” He continued, “It’s a damn shame, too. A lot of them were real pretty. Cheerleaders, and Volleyball players from the University.” Chris was intrigued now. But, didn’t want to seem so. “Any other symptoms?” he nonchalantly questioned. “Oh yeah! That’s just the tip of the ice burg… It was all from nerve damage. Let me just say this… Those girls aren’t gonna be playing sports anytime soon.” the rep was shaking his head. “Some of them will be lucky if they walk right, ever again. It really jumbled up their motor skills. Poor girls just didn’t want to have babies. Now they ,pretty much, are babies. Ain’t that a bitch.” “Sure is.” Chris said agreeably. “I’ve never heard about this, though. What was the pill again?” Probing the validity of the man’s story. While maintaining aloofness. “Oh, the company payed out the ass to keep this one under raps.” he rebutted. “I probably shouldn't have even said what I did.” “Bullshit, man. Come on.” Chris pressed. “I don’t want my wife ever taking something like that.” he pleaded - in opposition of the truth. Chris would in fact, want his wife to take a pill like that. Very much. Not that he wanted her to suffer. He loved her dearly. It was just… He found it erotically stimulating when women had accidents. He had a diaper fetish. That he, desperately, hid from the world. If Jess were to become incontinent, then he could live out his wildest dreams. All day, every day. He had fantasized - time, and time again - about Jess wearing diapers, and acting like a baby. But, never had the gumption to act. ”I can’t. I could loose my job.” the man replied, apologetically. “Tell you what. I will order a few dozen cases of that allergy bull shit your pawning off… If you tell me what trial it was. How’s that for a deal?” “Hot damn!” he shouted. “You got yourself a deal, Doc!… But, I never told you. Right?” “My lips are sealed.” It took Chris most of that afternoon, and several big favors to track down an existing case of the pills. Most of them were destroyed after the trials. A few labs were granted access to them, though. strictly for research, and development. By chance, one of those labs was local. Only thirty minutes from his Hospital. And, not far out of the way, from his commute home. By the end of the day, he was heading to pick a case up. It was, honestly, easier than he thought it would be. At the lab It was quick exchange of etiquette, and academisms. Rather informal. On the drive home, Chris questioned if he could really go through with it. To his beautiful, loving wife. “Pfft…Loving…” he scoffed. In all honesty the marriage wasn’t doing well. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t love. Not anymore. As the years went by, Jess became more and more comfortable with her plush life. Forgetting where she came from. Chris recommend her to the most esteemed private school in the Tri-State Area. Which only fueled her la-di-da lifestyle. Chris, worked so much. They drifted apart. By the time he noticed there was a rift, he didn’t know how to fix it. At this point, there wasn’t much Chris had to offer, that she couldn’t get on her own. She was already dazzlingly beautiful, and educated. She would still get half his money, if she left him. And, now thanks to the boujee teaching job, she had the social standing, and networks to make it on her own. It was only a matter of time. “If she is going to leave me. She’s going to do it in a diaper.” Chris said allowed, to himself, as he pulled up the drive. He stashed the pills in the garage. Among a sea of similar boxes. Making sure to grab a few, for dinner…

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CHAPTER TWO Chris woke up wet the next morning. Wearing just his diaper. He rolled out of bed, and got down on all fours. Enjoying the sensation of his soggy diaper, pendulating between his legs, as he crawled about his bedroom floor. He heard his mother moving around downstairs, and decided to go ask her to change him. Chris scooted down the steps, and continued crawling towards the kitchen. Calling out for his mother in a babyish tone, “Mommy, I need my diaper changed. I had an accident!”. The first person he saw, however, was not his mother. A, beautifully, well endowed brunette was staring at him, before he knew what was happening. He had no idea who she was. Immobilized by embarrassment, he tried to make sense of the strange women before him. She was wearing a tight black shirt, and pair of brown coveralls, that hugged her hips, and came up just high enough to barely contain her sizable breasts. Chris was staring at them, when he noticed a UPS name tag. The name “SHIREE” etched on it’s face. Shiree let out a gasp when she noticed Chris. She wore an expression of pity, and disgust, before bursting out in laughter. He stumbled to his feet, attempting to run away from the terribly embarrassing situation. That just made Shiree laugh harder. The infantile design of his diaper was prominently displayed to her now, and there was no denying he has used it. Just as he turned to leave the room, his mother showed up. “Oh good, you’re awake. Breakfast is on the table”. Patti said, as she handed Shiree the tip she had gone to find. “Eat up, and we’ll get you all changed after that. You just woke, you might have to potty more…” “Mom!!!” Chris groaned. “You’re embarrassing me!” Shiree let out another giggle, as she excepted the money. She turned towards Chris, and in a mockingly condescending voice said, “You have a good day little guy, try to stay dry”. Before he could muster a response he felt a strange sensation. A warm pressure in the back of his diaper. It was a second or two before he realized what was happening. “I’m pooping! Not now.” he thought. But it was too late. There was no stopping what was happening. He stood awkwardly, and motionless. As he finished. It seemed to go one forever. The mess made it’s way into, what seemed like, every crevice. “Anyone of sound mind knows what was happening”, was all Chris could think now. And everyone in the room did. Shiree was staring at Chris. Jaw dropped, with the same look of pity, and disgust she wore moment ago. But, Patti was the first to speak. “I know that look. Is someone making a boom-boom?” she questioned. “I knew we should have waited. No use in wasting a perfectly fine diaper, just because you woke up wet.” Chris tried to say something, but all he could manage was incoherent babble. If at all possible, making him appear more like a baby. Shiree was laughing again, despite professional courtesy. She couldn’t help herself. She only stopped laughing, when she noticed what was happening to Chris. The, “thing”, Patti was programmed not to acknowledge. A bulge growing in the front of Chris’s diaper. He couldn’t help it. As embarrassed as he was. He was, still, pooping in a diaper. In-front of two gorgeous women… With complete absolve, none the less. One was under his influence. The other, he didn’t even know. When that truth sunk in, Chris ran with the moment. It still wasn’t hard to manage the water-works. Taking into account, how embarrassed he was. “I pooped my diaper! I want change!” Chris cried. Clumsily moving towards Patti, in full exhibition mode - ignoring the woman, spectating the scene. In utter awe. Almost in his mother’s, blissful, embrace Chris lost his footing, He fell backwards. Landing abruptly on his, unnecessarily padded, bottom. The mess he had made squished further, and more firmly, underneath him. Met with an involuntary grimace, though he rejoiced every second that played out now. “I POOPED IN MY DIAPER!” he cried again, rolling over onto his belly. He writhed on the floor in front of the two women. Not-so, dry humping the kitchen floor, continuing to plead for his diaper to get get changed. Dismissing, the disturbed, and dumbfounded woman Patti casually said, “Thank you so much much Shiree. I have to take care of this hand full, though. Don’t worry, he’s just acting up for company. He wasn’t this embarrassed yesterday. You have a blessed day.” “And you.” Shiree replied, uneasily. As she shut the door behind her. Taking one more abhorred look at the terrible mess left screaming on the floor, before she did. Unheralded to her, that only fueled his antics even more. When left alone, Chris graciously entered his mother’s warm embrace. Cooing like a baby, the whole time Patti cleaned him, and changed his filthy diaper. Freshly diapered, he amicably finished breakfast. “What is all this?” Chris was motioning towards the several large boxed items Shiree had hauled into the house. “Just some stuff to help with your situation.” Patti said, dismissively. “don’t worry, I”ll get it all taken care of during your nap”. That afternoon went much the same as the first. Filled with the same babyish games, and treatment. Chris fell asleep on the living room floor, again. Watching cartoons. He woke up this time, surprisingly dry. Patti was knelt over him exclaiming, “Good boy! Staying dry through nap time”. releasing the grasp she had on his diaper, that had, obviously jostled him awake. ‘Continuing, “Come on Baby, it’s time for your surprise.” Noticing the entire room had changed, Chris questioned. “What is all this?” There was an over-sized play-pen set up in the corner of the living room. The love seat was replaced with a big rocking chair, and the whole room was littered with stuffed animals, and baby toys. Before he could utter another word, Patti answered. “It’s for you!” Gleefully divulging, “This isn’t it! Follow me.” Chris was led into his bedroom. Now converted into a full nursery. Sparing no detail. An adult sized crib, and changing table replaced his bed, and dresser. His book shelve was filled with diapers, wipes, and powder. The action figures he spent a small fortune on were replaced with more stuffed animals, and baby toys. There was a wallpaper border around the top of the room, depicting pastel colored baby themes. “Do you love it?” Patti asked. Chris was, again, speechless. All he could think was, “How am I going to change all this back, before I wake her up?”…

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MOMMY.EXE INRODUCTION I Patti was, truly, the vitruvian female. Perfectly proportioned; an hourglass figure. She was busty, and blonde. With piercing green eyes. She was the head cheerleader, and Jeff was the quarter back. They were from a small farm town. Let’s be honest. They were destined to be together. And they were. They had a son together, shortly after graduation. Chris. Jeff joined the service, to care for his new family. First as, a mechanic. Eventually an engineer. And, finally, a hero. Patti was 25, Chris was 8. When Jeff passed. She invested wisely, afterwards. Herself, and Chris never wanted for anything. She devoted her life in him. Defined herself, by being his mother. Her coping mechanism, was to coddle the boy. It’s no wonder the boy ended up with a diaper fetish… II Chris was old enough, when his father passed, to take an interest in his work. Patti, never let that dream die. She carted him around the country, to science fairs. He could code by the time he was 12. And with his mother’s help, he started his first “software firm” at 14. Before graduating high school, Chris revived honors at both the Intel International Science and engineering Fair, and Google science fair. When Chris headed off, to University, to nobody’s surprise, it was on a full ride. Even for MIT, he was above the grade. During his freshmen year, he was take graduate courses. He had access to some of the most cutting edge technology on the planet, and all he could think to do with it all was make a device that forced women to treat him like a baby. Over the years, his plan manifested. In guise, and essence - it was a virtual reality game. Programmed with top of the line A.I. Capable of improvising, and adapting to evolving situations. When executed, it induced a hypnotic state. The victim was helpless, but to play out the plotted scenario. Seemingly, of their own free will. Even after removing the hardware. Until the program was terminated. He also developed a program for himself. As a means to delve deeper into his role. It didn’t erase his memory. It did, however, impair his motor functions, and left him fully incontinent. Chris spent so much time on it, that he neglected much of his actual curriculum. Mid semester, his junior year, he flunked out of college. At that point, however, he had squandered enough of mommy’s money. Not to mention exhausting the universities resources. Servers, hardware, programs and codes. Patti tried to be tough on Chris, after he moved back home. He kept reciting all the cliché excuses… “I wasn’t challenged enough.” “The Professors had it out for me.” ”They were threatened by my intellect.” And, she ate it up. Like Thanksgiving diner. With little more persuasion Patti agreed to fund Chris’s new “business venture”. In what seemed like no time, he had his own lab. Servers, computers, and 3-D printers. All of it, of course, was another front. Another step towards actualizing his most perverse fantasies. One of which was being treated like a baby, and diapered, by his own mother… CHAPTER ONE Chris worked tirelessly on his new scenario. One were Patti would regress him to an infantile state. the more he, himself, acted the part. He didn’t have to wait long for a chance to use it. Memorial Day was right around the corner, and Patti was getting a long weekend. Chris decided to seize the opportunity. He woke up early the first day of his mother’s vacation, and had everything set up by the time she woke up. “Morning Mom.”, he greeted Patti. When she finally came out of her bedroom. “I just finished my game. Do you want to try it out?” “Sure Hun”, Patti said through a yawn. “Let me get some coffee first, though. Ill be right back”. A few minutes later she was settling into the couch next to her son. “I’m so excited. I cant wait”, she said. “How do we play?” “Just hold still”, Chris said as he stood up, and fit the headset to his mother. “I just have to load the game up now, It will only take a moment”, He added as he fastened his own headset. “OH! I see it”! Patti shouted when the loading screen appeared. Chris could hear his mother clapping, as she bounced in her seat. She counted down the last few percent, “97, 98, 99”… “LOAD COMPLETE”, chimed a voice from inside the headset. There was a series of bright flashes. Green, and Red. Then white. “REMOVE HEADSETS”, chimed the voice, again. “How was it”? Chris asked, as he removed his mothers headset. “It was great baby, I loved it!” Patti said, with a wide smile. “I’m going to go water the plants, and then I’ll make lunch. You can keep playing”. When Patti left the room Chris jumped off the couch, and prodded his crotch through pants. “I wonder how long before I wet myself?”, he thought. A question that wasn’t left unanswered for long. Chris heard Patti in the kitchen, and decided to join her. Patti was almost done making lunch when it happened. Patti tuned around to find her son peeing his pants in the middle of the kitchen. Chris looked down as the warm dark spot grew, and moved down his tight blue jeans. Dripping, and pooling on the floor under him. There was a pause, and a look of Shock on Patties face. Chris’s heart stopped. ”Was this all a coincidence, is the program not running?” So many questions raced through his mind. All silenced the second his mother finally spoke. ”Oh honey, It’s okay. You just still aren’t ready for big boy underwear yet. Go, get cleaned up. and then come down for lunch.” she said. Reaching for a plastic bag, and handing it to Chris. “Just put those wet clothes in here. Mommy will come get them, and leave some dry ones out, for you”. Patti made her way upstairs, to where Chris was taking a shower. ”I’m Going to get these wet clothes, in the wash. I left your dry ones on the counter. Mommy wants you to put them on without a fuss, mister”. Adding, “ We can try again in a few days”. Before heading back downstairs to clean up the mess in the kitchen. When Chris got out of the shower, he found what Patti left for him. Only a pastel blue t-shirt, a diaper, and some baby powder. The diaper was extra thick, and crinkly. With little rattles, bottles, and pacifiers printed on the front. He grabbed it all, beaming with excitement, and ran to his room. Chris spread the diaper out on his bed, and laid down. He proceeded to powder himself…poorly. He got it everywhere. Then, he wrapped the diaper around his waist. He, purposefully, made sure it fit very loosely when taping himself in. He pulled the shirt over his head, and waddled off to find Patti. His diaper was so loose he had to hold it up, as he made his way downstairs. In the kitchen, after getting Patti’s attention, he let his poorly fastened diaper drop to his feet. Exclaiming, “I can’t get it to stay up”. Patti blushed at the sight of her naked son. “Oh dear!”, she exclaimed. “Don’t worry, mommy will help you”. Patti led him by the hand to the living room. There was already a large baby blanket spread out on the floor. Chris sat down on the blanket, As she retrieved a large diaper bag. Chris had ordered all of these things days ago. The baby stuff, and the diapers. He had hid them in his lab, until this morning. “Alright, lay down sweetie”, she said. Pulling a diaper out from the bag. She poked fun at what a bad job Chris had done putting his on, as she unfolded a new one. “Buns up”. She instructed - sliding the diaper underneath Chris. Snugly finishing the job she patted his crotch, and cooed, “See, that isn’t so hard. Let’s go eat Lunch”. Chris fell asleep on the living room floor, after lunch. Patti had turned Cartoons on for him. She sat on the couch fiddling with her I-Pad. He woke up a few hours later. Patti had a firm grasp on his diapered crotch. Prodding, and exclaiming, “Did someone have another accident? That’s alright, nap times over baby. If you sleep any longer, you’ll never go to bed tonight.” Chris groggily squirmed, and stretched. Relishing in every moment he felt her hand pressed against his, soaking wet, diaper. A soaking wet diaper, he didn’t have to purposely soil. The incontinence program Chris had ran on himself was obviously working flawlessly. After changing his diaper again, they played all afternoon. Hide and seek, tickle monster, and peek a boo. Soon enough it was dinner time. After dinner Patti sat on the couch and motioned for Chris to come lay next to her. She pulled him close, and rested his head in her bosom. Telling him, “It’s almost bedtime, baby”. “But it’s only eight o’clock”… Chris whimply protested. ”Okay, Baby, you can come with mommy when she gets ready for bed” Patti said, “but, after that it’s bed time. No if’s, and’s or butt’s.” Chris was led by his mother to her bedroom, and then to the master bathroom. Patti sat him down, on the floor, and insisted that, “He was to be a good boy, while mommy gets ready for bed”. To Chris’s surprise, his mother began to run a shower, and strip, naked. Right in front of him. This was weird, even for him. And, his program. For that matter… These, however, were the furthest thoughts from his mind. With little interaction with the fairer sex, Chris was mesmerized by the beautiful naked women in front of him. Although he wasn’t engaged sexually with his mother in the fantasy, the situation was extremely erotic to him. Although she was programmed not to notice it, Chris was ashamed of the erection growing inside his diaper. The shower was over soon enough. Chris barely had time to process it all. He was just relieved to see Patti’s arm reach out, from behind the curtain. Pulling her towel in, before stepping out. As mesmerizing as she was, Chris wasn’t ready to see his mother naked. Again. “All ready!” She exclaimed. Wrapped in a towel, they headed back into her bedroom. Chris turned around when he was sure she had changed. Patti’s nighttime attire was limited to a certain style. Short. Why she had to choose the black, and pink nightgown, that fit like a corset, though, was beyond him. That confusing erection he had just gotten rid of, started growing again. He followed his mother, crawling on all fours. His eyes, inescapably, and shamefully fixated on her butt. From his angle, little was left to the imagination. He watched it bounce back and forth the whole way to his bedroom. Patti tucked him in, and kissed him goodnight. “Sleep tight, tomorrow is a big day. Mommy has a surprise for you”, she said as she closed the door behind her. Chris experienced ecstasy like never before that night. Pleasuring himself through his diaper as he drifted off to sleep.