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The Home Chapter 1 'You're very grumpy,' said Alice as she drove towards the town. 'Do you need a change?' 'No,' replied Chris, staring out the window as the trees flashed past. 'Chris, you can play on your computer any time, and this is a good chance for you to get out of the house. I've only got a few things to do, and then we can have some lunch, OK?' 'OK,' said Chris flatly. He felt himself wetting his diaper, and gave a short sigh. He couldn't stop it any more, even when he was aware of it happening. The flow stopped soon enough, but Chris knew he'd probably need a change before they got back home. That meant finding a quiet spot and him lying across the back seat of Alice's SUV while she put him in a fresh diaper. How his life had changed, Chris thought, not for the first time, as Alice braked and he felt himself peeing again. They'd had three 'normal' years of marriage then Chris's old foe, bedwetting, had returned. It didn't help that Jess, Alice's 23 year old daughter by her first marriage and who lived with them, was a nurse at a nearby institution which provided accommodation for people with various problems including incontinence apparently, and when she found out about Chris's issues she convinced Alice to diaper him at night. Jess even brought the diapers Chris wore from her work. They were thick and bulky, and there were infantile plastic pants as well. After he'd been diapered for some time, Chris discovered that there were such things as pullups which were thinner and which he could put on himself, but Alice and Jess said he wet too heavily for those. So at 38 years of age Chris was back in the thick diapers he thought he'd left behind with his teens. Worse, he had only been wetting the bed a few times a month then. This time it wasn't long before he was wetting every night. After a few months of bedwetting he'd begun having daytime accidents as well. At first, his daytime incontinence was a matter of having an urgent need to urinate and finding it difficult to hold. If he didn't get to a bathroom, an accident was likely. Over time, the urgency had developed into unconscious heavy wetting. Now, a year later, he wet his diaper every day and had even had a few horribly embarrassing soiling accidents, although at least he had some control over that, and usually had a few minutes to find a bathroom or even a large bush. Chris had been devastated at the development of his incontinence, not just at needing daytime diapers and going back to wearing the baggy jeans and trousers he'd worn and disliked as a teen, but at the effect on his settled, adult life. The growing problem had cost Chris his job, and since he was now classed as medically unfit to drive his car had gone as well. The loss of his job wasn't so bad because Alice earned a very good salary, and said she didn't mind especially as Chris now did a lot of the housework. The worst of it was that Chris spent time at home with Jess, Alice's daughter, who seemed to regard him as one of her 'patients'. A further issue, on which Chris didn't like to dwell, was that both Alice and Jess were considerably taller than he was. With his small, light build Chris had endured school with the moniker 'Little Chrissie' and by 18 had finally given up hope of ever exceeding his modest 5 feet 3 or losing his somewhat fine features. As Alice said, it didn't really matter, but once the wetting resurfaced, being shorter than the two women in his life made him feel even less adequate and, he had to say it, less manly. But as Alice said, there was no point in complaining about it, just as she dismissed his complaints about Jess changing him. Chris had done his best to try to become adept with taping himself, but he found it hard to get right and his efforts usually resulted in wet patches in his clothing however efficient the diaper. At least Alice was sort of loving when she was changing him, but Jess treated him like a toddler, patting him to raise his legs and using what Chris considered demeaning language, quite apart from her seeing him totally naked. 'You're too sensitive,' Alice would tell him. 'Your're lucky that Jess is around with the skills she has to help you.' As they pulled up at a stop light, Alice looked across at Chris and studied his face for a moment. 'Are you wetting, honey?' she asked him. Chris was still staring out the window. With a start, he realised that his bladder was pouring a steady stream of pee into his diaper. 'Yes,' he said. There wasn't much more that he could say. 'I have to call in and see Jess's boss,' Alice said. 'I'm sure we can find somewhere there to change you.' 'Great,' said Chris. He hated going to that place. It was a big old house in a few acres of garden. The security fence surrounding it said enough about it, as far as Chris was concerned. Alice was an accountant, and the insititution was one of her clients. Chris had spent a lot of time there sitting in the car waiting for Alice whiie she spoke to the management, finding that only slightly less boring than sitting in the place's musty waiting room leafing through old magazines. They were so dull that Chris had eyed off the box of battered toys in the corner of the waiting room. He liked models, and even at his age had a few Star Wars figures at home. He wasn't above using them for light sabre fights when he was home alone. But he'd never needed a change while he was at Jess's work before. Soon enough they were at the gate. Alice spoke into the intercom and the big gate swung slowly open. 'Just in the carpark will do,' said Chris, feeling slightly anxious. Alice laughed. 'No, honey, I don't think it's a good look for the business's accountant to be changing her husband's diaper in the carpark. I'm sure they have a room somewhere we can use,' she said. Chris tensed, and felt himself peeing again. To be continued.