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  1. This story is my entry into the contest: Bill North swung into the store on his way home from work. He had to pick up a few things for tonight. He went to the coolers and grabbed a six-pack of his favorite beer. On the way to the cashier, he grabbed a large bag of chips and some dip. The game was on TV tonight, and he had money on it. He was looking forward to watching it. Of course, his wife would want him to eat a proper dinner, but he could do that in front of the TV. His wife, he snickered to himself. She’s always worrying about him, his health, his well-being. She was good to have around. Easy on the eyes, too. But not much more than that. He’d married for superficial things. But she was easy to control, and he could live with that. Her latest kick was that they get their legal situation in order. To appease her, he sat through a session with lawyers where wills were drafted, along with all sorts of other paperwork. Advanced medical directives, powers of attorney in case one of them becomes incapacitated, and the like. He even bought additional life insurance to make her happy. It was easy enough to keep her happy. He swung in and brought in his purchases. His wife was in the kitchen, and he threw the beers in the fridge and gave her a peck. “You didn’t forget?” she asked. Forget what? He thought. It wasn’t their anniversary or her birthday. He racked his brain. “Mrs. Girard from the insurance company is coming this evening. She should be here any time now.” Now he remembered. The insurance company insisted on some tests before they issued the policy. “I remember. It won’t take too long, I hope. The game is on.” “She said she should be in and out in under a half an hour.” He looked at his watch. That should give plenty of time before kickoff. He decided not to crack a beer until after the nurse left. A moment later, the doorbell rang. A woman entered carrying a small bag. She was a tall woman, but younger than Bill had anticipated, and not unattractive. Well, if he had to be tested, nice to have someone cute do it. “I hope this won’t take too long,” he said. “The game on in thirty-five minutes.” “No, problem. Mr. North,” the nurse said. “Your part will only take about ten minutes. Now, if you would take a seat, we can get started.” Bill softened and sat down. He tried his best engaging smile. “So nice that we get personal service like this.” He made an emphasis on personal. He wondered if he could get any action with this nurse. The nurse gave him a forced smile, and then she looked over at April. I guess not, Bill thought. April seemed to have noticed his come on, as well. He’d calm her down later. He held out his arm for the nurse, and she swabbed it with alcohol. She wrapped a rubber band around his arm. He had been through this before. He was expecting a blood draw but was a full syringe that she shoved into the vein. She thumbed the plunger home and then pulled it out and undid the band. “What’s this?” Bill said. “I thought this was a blood test.” He felt odd. The last words came out slurred. “It’s a powerful paralytic,” the nurse said with a more sincere smile. “You’ll remain awake, but in a few seconds, you’ll lose control voluntary movement.” The nurse picked up her phone and spoke into it, “We’re ready for you.” She pulled papers from her bag and handed them and a pen to April. “Here are the commitment papers. Once you sign him, he’ll be officially in our care until you decide otherwise.” “Commitment papers?” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.” It was getting harder to speak. The door opened, and two more women came in with a stretcher. “Your wife will make that decision. If thirty seconds, you'll be completely incapacitated. She has a power of attorney to make medical decisions for you in the event of your incapacitation. Incapacitated? It started to dawn on him. “April, no!” he wanted to yell, but it just came out as a grunt. He slumped in the chair. He tried to get up but was unable to move. The nurse leaned over and spread his eyelids and peered in. “I think he’s ready,” the nurse said. “You can sign now.” April signed the papers. “What happens to him now,” his wife asked. “We’ll keep an eye on him in case he has problems breathing. We have intubation gear ready, but that’s usually not required.” The nurse turned to the two new arrivals. “Get him on the stretcher and stripped down.” This all seemed so surreal to Bill. What was going on? These women were taking moving him to the stretcher and starting to take his close off. In another situation, being stripped by three women might have been a fantasy. He was scared now. He felt his boxers being pulled down his legs. “What’s that?” he heard his wife saying. “We have to put a diaper on him for transport. Sometimes the drug causes them to lose control.” April laughed. Bill didn’t think it was funny what was going on. The nurse turned to him. “Let me explain what is going on. Your wife just had you committed to our care. We run an institution for people like you. You’ll be with us until your wife determines you have reformed. It will be up to her to make the decisions. Some wives never reclaim their husbands.” Bill still was trying to grasp all this. The nurse was talking to April again. “The drug will wear off in about two hours. We’ll have him in the intake ward by then. I’ll call you and give you a status. You can come by and see him tomorrow if you like. Bill felt straps tightened across him. He was firmly strapped to the stretcher now. He felt the stretcher being moved. He was out the front door. He realized he was naked save for a diaper. He hoped nobody would see him. He was loaded into a waiting ambulance. As the doors closed, he saw April standing there smiling. She gave a little wave. As the ambulance pulled out, he tried to reason through this. His wife had him committed to some kind of mental hospital. She had signed the papers because he was incapacitated. That he was, he thought. All this legal stuff with the wills. Was it just to get that medical power of attorney? Had she done all this as a plan to get him committed? She wouldn’t have been that devious. Or would she? He remembers her laughing at the idea of him in a diaper, and that smile as she waved goodbye. There was no window he could see out. He tried to consider the turns being made to figure out where he was, but soon realized it was hopeless. He had no idea where he was or where he was going. He started to get groggy. One of the attendants said, “I think he’s going under.” “That’s OK. I’ll watch him. Better get the oxygen and an ET tube ready just in case.” Bill succumbed to the drug. The next thing he remembered, he was in a room. It looked like a hospital. How did he get here? Then it came back to him. He tried to move. Was he still under the effects of the drug? No, he could feel himself move, but he was strapped down to the bed. He struggled a bit, but he was immobilized. He gave up trying. The door opened. That nurse started to enter but then turned to talk to someone in the hall. “What do you have there, Doc?” a voice in the hall asked. “Another husband whose wife finds him in need of correction,” the nurse said over her shoulder. “Oh, fun,” the voice said. “I’m getting tired of surly teenagers.” The woman came toward him, “Oh, good. You’re awake.” “Where am I?” Bill said. “This is the Advanced Behavior Center. Your wife had you committed to our care, remember?” “She can’t. Let me out of here.” “She can. She had the authority. You were incapacitated.” “I’m not now! Let me out.” “I’m sorry. It doesn’t work that way. Once you’re committed, we just can’t let you go.” “Listen, nurse. This isn’t right. I want to speak to someone in charge.” “Listen, Bill. I am in charge. I am DOCTOR Girard. I am the director of the Center. You are going to be here for a while. This is the intake area. Behave yourself, and we’ll let you into a less restrictive environment.” Another woman entered the room. “This is Nurse Baker,” the doctor explained. “She’ll be in charge of you for the intake period. “Hi, let’s see how you are doing,” the nurse said. It was the voice he had heard talking to the doctor a few minutes earlier. He felt her grab his wrist. Taking his pulse, I guess. She jotted something down on a clipboard. “I think someone dirtied his diaper.” He felt a hand grasp his crotch. “The paralyzer does that sometimes,” the Doctor explained. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you cleaned up.” Bill felt the nurse tug at the tapes of the diaper, and then he was naked. She started in wiping his privates. Bill just laid there. He had to find a way out, but getting the diaper off was a good start. The nurse wasn’t bad looking either. He rapidly got an erection. “Don’t get any ideas,” the Nurse said. “Doctor!” The doctor had been doing something else and turned to see Bill’s state. “I see this is one thing we’re going to have to work on. She opened a drawer and pulled out a small device she pressed it to Bill’s member and suddenly. Zap. It felt like someone hit him with ten thousand volts. He screamed. “All fixed,” the doctor said. Bill looked down at his sore member now flaccid. The nurse finished up placing the diaper on him. “What was that all about?” Bill complained. “We’re going to have to calm your lecherous tendencies. Really, Bill.” She turned to the nurse. “Do you know this guy actually made a pass at me while his wife was standing there?” “I guess that is one of the reasons why he’s here.” “It is. His wife got tired of him ogling and hitting on every woman that went by. I’m going to leave now. Nurse Baker will be in charge of you for the time being. I’ll check in on you tomorrow.” She turned and walked out. “I gotta get out of here,” Bill tried with the nurse. “I’m afraid you’re here to stay. I’ll do what I can to make you comfortable in the interim. Are you hungry? I can get you some dinner.” Bill had to admit he was. He hadn’t eaten dinner, and it had to be nearly nine PM now. He nodded. “I’ll be right back.” She was gone a minute and then returned, pushing a cart. She pushed some buttons on the bed and tilted it so he was nearly in a seated position. She busied herself with placing something around his neck. He realized it was a bib. She then opened the lid on the food tray and took a spoonful of it. “Aren’t you going to unstrap me?” “I’m sorry, we can’t do that at this stage. I’ll feed you.” She pushed the spoon toward his lips. He swallowed a mouthful. Yuch. Hospital food. It tasted like baby food. She returned with another spoonful. “What if I need to use the bathroom?” “That’s why you have the diaper on.” “I thought that was because the drug caused me to lose control.” “That too, but we can’t unstrap you at this point. You’ll just have to make do.” He ate the rest of the food. She held a cup with a bent straw toward his lips, and he drank that. It was just water. She wiped his face and removed the bib, and wheeled the cart out. After a bit, she returned. “How are you doing?” “I’m tied up and wearing a diaper? How do you think I’m doing?” “Well, it’s getting late. Maybe you should try to get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day.” She lowered the bed to a flat position. She draped a cord over the edge of the bed. “Here’s a call button in case you need help. I’ll dim the lights now.” She turned off the lights and left. Bill was stuck there with his thoughts. How could April have done this to him? What was going to happen? How was he going to get out of here? He tried, but he didn’t think he’d ever fall asleep. He had no watch, no clock, no sense of time. He must have fallen asleep because he was roused by the lights coming on and someone calling his name. He tried to sit up but found he was still restrained. A new nurse was there with a cart. “I have your breakfast.” She pushed the button to raise the head of the bed. “I gotta pee,” Bill said without thinking. “Just let her rip in your diaper. I’ll change you right after breakfast.” She busied herself, putting the bib on him and proceeded to shovel food in him. She gave him the cup of water to suck from. He wanted coffee. She cleaned up the breakfast dishes and reached out and grabbed his crotch. “Wet yet?” “No!” he said with some annoyance. “Well, try to go while I put these dishes away. You’ll want to get changed. You have a lot of things on your schedule today.” She left, and he resigned himself to wetting himself. Yesterday he had no recollection of it happing, but now he found it hard to get started. Finally, he did and felt the warmth spreading across his crotch. This was silly. Why couldn’t they let him up to go to the bathroom? The nurse returned and felt his crotch. “Oh, good. I can change you now.” She lowered the bed again and proceeded to untape the diaper. Without his control, his penis became erect again. She matter of factly stopped her cleaning and reached over and grabbed the device. Zap. “You have to learn to control those urges,” she said. Dr. Girard came into the room. “He’s had his breakfast, and he’s urinated this morning,” the nurse explained. “Oh, and I had to knock down an erection.” “Yes, we’ll have to work on that later.” “When do I get out of here?” Bill said. “That’s up to your wife to decide. But you need to realize you’re going to be here a long time.” “I want to talk to April.” “She’ll be in later today. For now, we have a busy morning for you. We’re going to give you a pretty intensive physical examination. Then, if you behave, we’ll unstrap you for a while.” She turned to the nurse. “Let me take his temperature before you diaper him up.” The nurse stood back, and Dr. Girard approached him with a device. He felt it being forced into his ass. “Rectal is the only way for babies like this,” the doctor said to the nurse. The diaper was replaced. Dr. Girard spent some time looking into his eyes, ears, and mouth. She listened to him with her stethoscope. Blood pressures were taken, and blood was drawn. A technician arrived, and EKG leads were attached. After a couple of hours, the doctor announced that he was in excellent physical health. Now they would start on his mental health. She had the nurse remove the diaper. Dr. Girard came over with what appeared to be a condom with wires attached to it. Bill started to get erect and feared another zapping. “I’m not going to zap that away right now.” Bill felt relieved. “It will help with this next part.” The doctor threaded the condom over his penis. To his surprise, it didn’t cover the head of his penis. “This is a special monitoring and correction device. It can sense when you are having an erection like now and automatically correct it.” The doctor touched a few keys on a computer, and he heard a beep and then felt the electrical shock and saw the penis rapidly deflate. “See? It will fire automatically when it detects an erection at an inappropriate time. The staff can also administer a shock if you get out of line, so don’t push us.” Bill was devastated. No erections? This place was a torture chamber. “Now, do you think we can trust you if we unstrap you from the bed?” Bill nodded. “OK,” she said to the nurse. “Get him dressed and take him to lunch.” Finally, Bill thought. He realized he’d been strapped to this bed for eighteen hours. The nurse came back and slid a diaper under him. This one was cloth, and she was pinning it in place. “I thought I was getting dressed?” “You are, this is the first layer.” “I have to stay in diapers?” “Of course, you’re going to be in diapers for a long time.” Bill’s spirits sank. He had assumed the diaper was just because they had him tied to the bed. She slid a pair of plastic pants up his legs. “OK, I’m going to unstrap you now. Don’t try anything, or I’ll be forced to press this, and if you think the shock we gave you to knock down your erection was bad, you will learn what pain is.” Bill swallowed. She fastened the straps. “Do you think you can sit up?” Bill gingerly moved to a seated position. He was sore, but OK. She came over with some sort of a shirt and placed it over his head and pulled his arms through. “Now, try standing.” She took hold of his arms as he stood up. He wobbled a bit, falling slightly toward her. She used her body to block his fall. He felt her breasts press into his chest. He heard a beep. He knew his erection was rising. Then the zap came. “Sorry about that,” the nurse said. “I guess we couldn’t expect you not to react to that.” He was standing on his own now as she reached through his legs and snapped the bottom of the outfit together. He looked down. He had a loose outfit on that ballooned out to elastic openings around his thighs. “It’s called a bubble. All the stylish babies wear them.” Great. That wasn’t a style he aspired to. “Now, let’s go get you lunch. Come with me.” She took his hand. He hoped that this wasn’t going to trigger another erection and shock. It didn’t, and he was led out of the room he had been stuck in since his arrival. Once they cleared the intake wing, the décor changed from hospital clinic to more inline of a higher-end private school. He hadn’t seen much of it when the nurse directed him into a room. He did a double take when he entered. The room was full of what appeared to be large highchairs. A handful of others dressed like himself were seated in the chairs and either eating or being fed. The nurse put him in the chair and fastened a tray in front of him. She picked up a bib from the tray and put it around his neck. “We don’t want food all over your new outfit.” “Is all this necessary?” Bill asked. “Of course. This is how you handle babies.” “I’m not a baby,” Bill protested. “Of course, you are. Look at how you’re dressed. You’re wearing a diaper, which I think is probably in need of changing. Just like all these others.” She swept her hand around the room. Sure enough, they all were dressed up as adult toddlers as well. Some were now finishing up and being let out of the chairs. Their hands and faces were being cleaned up by the attendants. A tray of food was brought over to him. More baby food, but he was starving. He decided to let things go and eat. He swallowed the mush down as fast as it was presented to him. The nurse’s phone rang, and she picked it up. “We’re just finishing lunch. We’ll be down shortly.” “Your wife is here,” she said to Bill. Bill made a sigh of relief. He needed to talk to her. He needed to convince her to get him out of this crazy place. He let the nurse wipe his face and remove the bib. He quickly stood as the tray was removed. He had to pee. He figured he knew what the answer was going to be, so he didn’t even ask. He wet the diaper. The nurse came over and said, “All finished? We don’t have time to change now. Let’s get you to your wife.” He was slightly embarrassed that his urination had been detected. This place was insane. He was led down a set of stairs to what appeared to be a suite of offices. The nurse pushed the door open and directed him in. It was closed behind him. April was seated at the table. “Gee, April. It’s good to see you,” he said. “I wasn’t sure whether you would be glad to see me.” “Oh, April. I know we’ve had problems, but we can work things out.” “That’s a positive attitude,” April said, smiling. Bill always loved that smile. It was what brought April to his attention years ago when he met her at the office. He felt his erection going. He heard a subtle beep, but there was no cancelling electric shock. “Why don’t we go home, and we can talk about this.” April got a stern look. “No, dear. You need this.” Bill’s anger rose. “I’ve got to get out of here. I’m not spending any more time eating mush, peeing in diapers, and being chained to the bed.” “Calm down, Bill.” “Calm, down!” he said, getting louder. “How can I be calm?” April now looked a bit nervous. Suddenly the door opened, and Doctor Girard entered. “Bill,” the doctor said sternly. “Please sit down.” “I’m getting out of here!” Bill yelled at the doctor. “You can’t hold me hostage. It’s illegal. I’m getting a lawyer.” “Bill, please,” April pleaded. Bill pushed his way past the doctor and headed for the door. He got one step further, and suddenly his cock was on fire. He doubled over and fell to the floor. The door opened, and two more attendants helped him back to the chair. “Bill. Understand that you are not going anywhere. As you were told, that device in your diaper does more than just keep you from having inappropriate erections. I triggered what you just felt, but understand that if you go out of bounds in our facility, it will fire automatically.” Bill whimpered, “You can’t keep me here.” “We can. April legally had you committed to us.” “April, can’t we work something out?” April responded. “We will. But your attitude is just a bit too much for me to handle. I don’t know if I’d even feel safe having you home. It’s best that you stay with Dr. Girard for a while. Then we’ll revisit things.” Bill had a mix of emotions, anger, depression. Was he destined to stay in this place as a baby? “Let me explain where you are. Ideally, I’d have told you this when you were brought in, but it was late then. This institute is well equipped to take abusive and unfaithful husbands like you and reform them with the goal of reuniting them with their spouses. You started well at the beginning of this meeting. Wanting to cooperate with your wife is key. You even got an erection at an appropriate time. Maybe soon, she’ll be willing to let you make love to her.” Bill’s head was still spinning. “This will be the best thing for both of us,” April said. “Do try and cooperate with the staff here. It will speed things along if you don’t fight it.” Bill glared at her. “But I have to get back to work,” he protested. “You’re on a leave of absence. The company was glad to extend it when I explained you were getting treatment. I’ve taken over most of your projects.” “You have?” “Remember we used to work together? I even had a year more experience than you did when you decided I should stay home.” Great, Bill thought. She took his job and locked him in this nuthouse. Just how did she explain the treatment he was getting? What kind of treatment was he getting? His wife stepped around the table and hugged him, and then quickly left the room. He was back facing Dr. Girard. “You are doing well. Still, you lost your temper at your wife, and you need to work at that. Let’s get your diaper changed.” In all this, he had forgotten that he was sitting in a soggy diaper. He resigned himself to having it changed. The doctor led him back down to a treatment room and took the wet one off and cleaned him up with a wipe. Again, he started to get erect only to have the blasted thing on his dick zap it away. “You’ll get that under control soon,” the doctor said. “You’ve not had a bowel movement since you’ve been here. When was the last time you had one.” Bill thought about it for a second, “The morning you came and got me, I guess.” “Well, we shouldn’t let it pile up. Do you think you have to go now? If so, I’ll get you changed again right away.” Changed again? “You mean I have to poop in the diaper? Can’t I use the bathroom.” “I’m afraid not at this point.” “I don’t need to go that badly.” “Here, let me help.” The doctor retrieved something, and soon he felt it being pushed into his rear. The doctor did up the diaper. Bill didn’t know what to expect. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to leave you here tonight,” the doctor said. “But we won’t strap you to the bed again if you behave. You want a magazine or something?” “Sure,” Bill said. He wanted to see how the game turned out the other night but figured TV was out of the question. “Maybe a newspaper if you’ve got one around here.” The doctor disappeared, and a few minutes later, a nurse showed up with that day's morning paper and a copy of Sports Illustrated. Bill flipped to the sports section, but apparently, the game didn’t get over early enough to make the deadline. At least he had something to read. He then realized something was going on in his bowels. Whatever that bastard doctor had shoved in there was irritating things. He started to cramp up. He tried sitting down, and while the cramping abated a bit, it came right back. He stood up and yielded to the inevitable. He felt his bowels release into the diaper. This provided relief, yet now he had the unpleasantness of a diaper full of crap. Before he could even take that in, he felt something else happening. There was a tingling on his penis. He felt an erection growing, but no shock came. Indeed the feeling was getting more and more intense, and then he came hard. Now, this was a mixed feeling. Without thinking, he collapsed into a chair when it was over. He regretted that immediately as the poop squished all over him. A moment later, the nurse entered. “I think someone needs a change.” “How did you know?” Bill asked. “The thing in your diaper senses it. The same way it knew to give you a happy ending after you pooped.” The nurse spread out an underpad on the bed, and Bill climbed up on it. He thought as the nurse started peeling the sticky diaper off him. “Do you mean this thing made me ejaculate because it sensed me pooping?” “Precisely. Just as it delivers aversive shocks to thwart improper behavior, it can provide pleasurable stimulus to reward good behavior.” “Pooping myself is good behavior?” “It is for you at this point. We’re trying to get you used to the concept.” “Used to?” “You’re going to be in diapers for a while. At least for as long as you are here.” “How long am I going to be here.” “That’s for your doctors and your wife to determine. Behave yourself and learn, and you’ll be out sooner.” Doctor Girard entered after a bit. “We’re going to progress you into the general population. In the morning, you’ll have classes, in the afternoon you’ll have labs.” “Class? Labs?” “You’re here to learn. You’ll be instructed in cooking, cleaning, laundry.” The doctor started. “So, you’re going to domesticate me?” “We do what your guardian wants, but most want the basics. They get to select any specific additional areas as well.” “My guardian?” “Your wife. She went to court this morning to get full control of your care. What had been your temporary commitment papers are now permanent. Your wife is calling the shots.” The doctor led him out of the infirmary. “Here’s your schedule,” she said, handing him a paper. “We’ll get the rest of your situation straightened out later. You have one class before lunch.” She led him to a door, and he went into a classroom. He chose a seat near the rear, and soon others started to file in. Most were men, dressed as he was. There were a few girls. One man sat next to him. “New guy?” he asked. “Yeah, the name’s Bill,” he said, holding out his hand. “Mikey,” responded the man. The teacher came in and started lecturing. “Today’s subject is hand washing of delicate fabrics.” It was boring as hell to Bill, but he figured he’d better pay attention. Afterward, he followed Mikey to the lunchroom. As they stood in line, they were joined by a boy and a girl. The girl had long red hair, yet there was something odd about her. Bill tried not to stare, but suddenly an erection started and was zapped away. The others started to laugh. “Don’t worry,” Mikey said. In time, you’ll get conditioned, and that won’t happen.” Bill was embarrassed that all seemed to know what has happening inside his diaper. He tried to make light of it. “I guess I wasn’t expecting girls to be here.” Now the redhead started to blush “I’ll let you in on something,” she said in a feminine voice. She then leaned forward and spoke in a quiet, deeper voice. “I’m not a girl.” “There aren’t any female patients here,” Mikey explained. “Anyone who appears to be a girl is just being sissified.” “Oh,” was all Bill could say. He looked around. Maybe a quarter of the group were in dresses and various stages of feminization. “It’s all up to what their guardians choose.” The staff came, and while some students were directed to tables, Bill was led to a high chair. Strapped in and the tray placed in front of him, the attendant placed a bib around him. She brushed across him while doing this, and this triggered another erection to be zapped away. She brought him some food and proceeded to shovel it into his mouth. She wiped his mouth and took the tray and bib away and returned with a bottle. She then led him to a dormitory full of cribs. “Nap time.” He sucked on the bottle and dozed off. Soon a woman was tugging at him. “Billy? Billy?” He sat up. “Yeah?” “It’s time for your lab class. I’m your instructor.” She let him out of the crib and led him into a room filled with washing machines. “I suspect you’re new to all this.” Bill nodded. “Well, as you get better, we’ll get you more varied stuff to wash, but we always start the new patients out on diapers. Start by taking the stuff in the dryer and putting it on the table. We’ll fold those later.” He did that, moving a load of diapers to the table. “Now move the clean, but wet diapers out of the washer into the dryer.” He did, and she told him how to set it to run. He then was directed to a container of used diapers. He moved the smelly, wet diapers into the washer. Were some of these his? It didn’t matter. Once he got the machine loaded, the instructor taught him how to add the detergent and bleach and start the machine. “You’ll want to wash your hands now.” He did and returned, she showed him how to fold, and he followed. She told him he could do a better job, so he shook it out and did it again. He proceeded with the entire load. She would, from time to time, take one he had finished and decide it wasn’t done neatly enough, and he had to redo it. After a bit, he had a nice stack of clean and folded diapers. She showed him a cart to store the stack on. She spent the next portion of time showing him around the laundry, explaining the machines and products being used. A machine buzzed, and he learned it was time to repeat the process. “With the number of diapers you babies go through, we keep loads going continuously.” This time he did better with the folding. “Keep it up, and we’ll move you up to doing the plastic pants.” His time was up after the second load. He was redirected to a large kitchen. Having come from diaper duty, he wondered if he was going to be cooking baby food. The new instructor had him sit at a stool, and she sat next to him. He realized he was in for a zapping, and it came. He hoped Mikey was right, and he’d stop doing this. “Have you ever cooked anything?” she asked him. “I’ve cooked a few burgers and steaks on the grill,” he admitted. “Do you know what your wife’s favorite dinner is? Favorite dessert?” Bill sheepishly admitted he had no idea. “I thought not. I’ve got some suggestions from her here. Oriental chicken salad, triple chocolate mousse cake.” She rattled off several more, but Bill had no clue how to make any of this stuff. “All too advanced for you at this point. She did suggest a simple pasta dish. That we can start you with.” So, the instructor led him to starting the water for the pasta. While they were waiting for that to boil, she gave him an onion, a pepper, and some tomatoes to cut up and instructed him on how to do it. He added the pasta to the water, and then they started sautéing the ingredients. She had him taste it. “Now, we season.” She showed him how to mince some garlic and add salt and herbs. He tasted it again. Yes, he could detect the difference. He drained the pasta and then put it on plates. He spooned some of the sauce on top. “Not the neatest presentation, and I’ve seen far better chopping jobs, but you’ll get there in time. Let’s taste it.” Bill realized this was the first adult food he had since he was there and enjoyed it. Classes progressed. He learned about how to clean and was given jobs around the facility to clean. Sure enough, he did progress to plastic pants in the laundry, and then to other clothes. The morning lectures ranged from caring for various fabrics, how to cook various things, and cleaning tips. He was indeed getting erections knocked down less and less. He looked forward to releasing the pressure from his bowels and getting rewarded for it. He still dreaded the eventual clean up after it was done. April visited again. He pleaded with her to take him from this place, but she said she didn’t feel he was ready. He had a massive erection during the visit at the sight of her. This was the one time they didn't knock it down as soon as it came. He wanted nothing more than to rip off the diaper and April’s clothes and satisfy his desire. “You’re still not ready,” April said, and the visit was over. Two new classes were added. He was learning how to sew. They had given him a pattern for a new outfit for him to wear. “Your wife doesn’t want to turn you into a sissy girl, but dresses are easier, and she said she’d love to see you wear one just for kicks.” On this, he learned all the basics of cutting patterns, sewing by hand, and on the machine. An unexpected class was on female sexuality. He’d not much bothered himself with the concept in the past other than worrying if April was going to have an orgasm when they were having sex. This class was another time when they allowed the students to get erections during the discussions. There was even an odd lab where he learned how to do things on an anatomically correct manikin. Occasionally, a student would disappear. They would have progressed enough to be released. Bill wondered when that day would happen to him. His sewing had improved. He’d finished the dress, tried it on, and made alterations. One day, Dr. Girard came to him, holding his dress. “You’ve done a very nice job on this.” “Thanks,” he said. “Put it on for me.” Bill took off his romper and put on the dress. “Nice,” Dr. Girard said. But you need some bloomers. She went to a cabinet and came back with a pair that complemented the dress, and Bill stepped into them and pulled them up. He looked in the mirror. He was a toddler girl, the bloomers peeking out fro the hem of his dress. “There’s someone who needs to see this,” the doctor said. He was taken to a room he hadn’t yet visited. The doctor sent him in. “April!” he cried. “I’ve missed you.” They hugged. April was there in a satin dress. She looked gorgeous. He was happy that the erection came and wasn’t knocked down. “I’ve missed you, too.” Let me look at you. She stood back and regarded the dress. She made a circular motion with her finger, and he twirled around. She giggled. “You made this?” “I did.” Bill now had time to look at the room. It wasn’t the visitation room he had been in before. The lights were softer, and there as a bed on one side. They kissed, and April moved to the bed. Bill realized this was to be a conjugal visit. He came to her. “Are you going to take the diaper off?” he asked. “I heard you’ve been learning other techniques.” He had. He brushed her hair back and gently stood her up. He turned her and slowly unzipped the dress. He took it off her and carefully folded it. April was impressed. He’d have just tossed it before. He even folded it properly. He led her back to the bed and slowly slid her panties down. He moved his head between her legs and started to work on her. It was odd not being able to be satisfied himself, but he took pleasure in bring his wife to orgasm. Was this what all this was about? Afterward, he laid next to her and stroked her hair. “Have fun?” he asked. “Yes.” She then ran her fingers through his hair. “I guess you deserve this.” She reached down to what he had thought was a watch, but it was a remote with two buttons. One undoubtedly triggered the pain generator. She pressed the other. He felt the tingle. She had triggered the positive reinforcement. Soon he came. After a brief chat, April helped him back into his dress. He thought maybe she would be taking him from this place, but she pushed a button, and an attendant took him back to his crib. The days progressed, and he continued to learn all manner of domestic talents. His cooking classes moved into making meals for the staff. Dr. Girard came to him one morning. “I want to introduce you to a colleague, Dr. Francis. She’ll be doing some testing on you today.” Initially, Bill thought she might draw blood, but she started pulling out various things, and he realized it was psychological testing. She slid over a booklet. “I want you to answer these truthfully. If you write down what you think we want as answers, we’ve inserted tests to check for that sort of behavior.” Bill sat down. The first question, “I’d rather go to a football game than a flower show.” Well, they asked for the truth. “True.” “I’d rather go to a concert with my wife than a baseball game alone.” He paused. He did miss his wife. “True.” He progressed through this, not sure what the point was or how he fared. This was followed up with regular Rorschach ink blots. Then more and varied tests. Finally, Dr. Francis said, “That will be it. Thank you for your cooperation. I have what I need.” “How’d I do?” Bill asked. “Well, enough.” Bill went back to the common room. He hoped maybe they would be letting him out soon. He met one of the friends he made. He described the testing. “I’m hoping they’re thinking of springing me.” “Perhaps,” his friend said. “I’ve been here so long. I’m using the diaper without thinking about it. I suddenly realize I’m getting the reward signal and then realized I pooped.” “I think that’s the point.” “Hmm.” He started on a new sewing project. It was another dress, but it was not sized for him. Still, the fabric was nice, and he liked the design. He also moved on to baking in cooking class. There was a lot of chocolate involved. He was happy because all he could taste in cooking class was his break from the baby food they fed him at other times. One day they blocked him out a long time in the kitchen. He was given an entire meal to prepare. He had done this before. He’d serve staff, both the cooking teacher and Dr. Girard meals. He got everything ready to go on the serving cart. Dr. Girard came in as he finished preparing the food. “If you have everything loaded, I’ve got an outfit to change you into.” She held it up. It was your stereotypical maid’s dress but short enough to expose his diaper. He switched into it. She led him to a room set with a table. Dr. Girard sat at one place. Then his wife came into the room. She was wearing the dress he had just finished. “Oh, hi, April.” “Hi, Bill.” He served the first course. He waited quietly at the side while Dr. Girard and April had a conversation. Much was about him, but he remained quiet. He cleared the first course and set out the main. Again, he retreated to the fringe. He cleared the main course and brought out dessert. April tasted hers. “This is my favorite, and you did such a good job on it,” she said to Bill. Bill had a small amount of pride. “Thank you.” “Do you think you’re ready to come home with me?” Bill started paying attention now. “I would love that.” “Dr. Girard feels you are ready. It was confirmed with recent testing.” He thought back to Dr. Francis. So that’s what tall this was about. “So, she gave me a clean bill of health?” “She thinks you don’t need this restrictive environment. You’re still under the court order, but it will be revised to give guardianship to April.” Bill decided not to argue. At least he was going home. He cleared the plates back onto the service cart. April stood up and said, “Then, let’s go.” She started toward the door. “Do I get to change first?” “Is your diaper dirty?” “No, I mean, like different clothes.” “There’s nothing really for you to change into. You’ve got that dress, the other one you made, and the baby clothes you’ve been wearing. Besides. I like what you’ve got on.” Bill sighed and followed. Alice went and stood by the passenger side of their car. He had been drilled in etiquette as part of his training. He promptly stepped over and opened the door for her. He waited until she got in and closed it. He then went and got in the driver’s seat. “I’m not sure where I am,” he said. “Oh, yes. I guess you were out of it when they brought you in. Head out the driveway and turn right. It will take you out to the main highway.” Once on the highway, Bill knew the way home. He drove home mostly in silence. After pulling into the drive, he hopped out and opened the door for April. As they walked toward the house, Jane, their neighbor, called out. “I see you’ve got Bill back from rehab.” Bill turned red. This was the first time anybody he knew other than April had seen him dressed this way. “Yes, it will be nice having him home. We’ll have to have you and Mike over for dinner. Bill’s gotten to be a great cook.” Bill felt a mix of embarrassment and pride at the compliment. “I’ve got to get him inside. It’s been a long drive from the Center, and I’m sure his diaper needs changing.” Jane chuckled and waved goodbye. Bill was still blushing with embarrassment. “Did you have to say that?” “Oh, Jane, knows all about that. She’s been considering the same treatment for Mike. Come on, let’s get you changed.” She led him to the spare bedroom, which was now fitted with a crib and changing table. He got up on the table. April set to cleaning him up. As she worked over his penis, she said, “If you behave yourself, I’ll have them remove the electronics from your cock. If you don’t behave, I may have them remove your cock.” Bill cringed. After she had put a new diaper on him, he asked. “What do you want from me?” “I want you to behave. I want you to take care of me. I’ll be busy making money. You can cook, clean, do laundry. You’ll sleep in the crib except when I decide I want you in my bed.” “And this?” he said, holding up the hem of the skirt. “You’ll keep on wearing and using the diaper, and whatever clothes I tell you to wear. Dr. Girard says, you should be used to going by now.” Bill had to admit that even if he wanted to switch to underwear, it would take some toilet training at this point. She slid open the closet door. There were a few more maid’s dresses and the dress he made. There were also a few of the bubble rompers he’d been wearing. He knew now that even though he was at home, things weren’t going to be the same. “How about getting me a glass of wine. You can have one, too.” Bill went to the wine fridge in the kitchen and pulled out a bottle and poured. They drank in silence before April announced that she had to be up at six, and that Bill should have coffee then. She headed off for the bedroom. Bill took the glasses to the kitchen and then went to the nursery and climbed into the crib. He awoke to see bars. He remembered he’d been in the Center. Then he remembered he was home. He got up and checked the clock. Quarter to six. He slipped the maid’s dress back on and went to the kitchen and fired up the coffee maker. He watched as the brown liquid dribbled into the carafe. He grabbed two cups and poured. He put milk in April’s and went to the bedroom and tapped on the door. “I have coffee.” “Come in.” He walked in and set the coffee down next to her. She roused and smiled. “I’ll shower, and then I’d like a poached egg on toast.” He drank his coffee with her. Even with her hair a mess from just having awoken, she was beautiful. She headed off to the bathroom. He got the eggs and bread ready and waited until he heard the shower stop and then started making breakfast. His timing was perfect as he had just plated her breakfast as she emerged from the bedroom. She sat down, and he set out a second cup of coffee for her. She ate her breakfast and then announced she’d release him from the diaper long enough to shower. He quickly showered. This was the first one he’d had since he had gone to the Center. They had only given him supervised baths there. He toweled dry, and she came and put the diaper back on him while he shaved. He kissed her goodbye as she headed to the office. Now, what to do? He put on a clean maid’s dress and took the other to the laundry. There was enough of a white load to start, so he got that going. He made an inventory of the laundry and then checked around for cleaning supplies. He went to the kitchen and created a grocery list. He’d need to go shopping today, but at this point, he needed to work up the guts to go out in one of the outfits available to him. He had another cup of coffee. He dug through the desk and found the card for his attorney. He called and asked the secretary if he might speak to the attorney. “Hi, Bill,” the familiar voice came on the line. “Are you back home now?” The attorney knew something about his predicament. “Yes. Could you tell me where I am legally in all this?” “Well, I helped April get the guardianship papers. You’ve got pretty severe problems according to the psychiatric evaluations I saw.” “I’m fine.” “Well, you may be able to prove otherwise eventually, but for right now, the court believes you’re incompetent to handle your own affairs. Your wife is in control.” Bill mulled this over. “I was afraid of that. Thanks for the information.” The washing machine chimed, and Bill transferred the load to the dryer. He sorted through the dirty laundry and picked out some delicates and tossed them in with yesterday’s maid’s outfit. He cleaned up the breakfast dishes and was hungry. He made himself a sandwich. At least he got off baby food. The wine last night had been the first alcohol he’d had since this started. He figured he couldn’t put off shopping any longer. He headed back to the nursery and tried to figure out the least embarrassing outfit. Perhaps one of the rompers. The doorbell rang. He made his way to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Jane. He let her in. “Hi, Jane,” he said. “April said I should check in on you from time to time. I have the instructions on how to do diaper changes. What are you up to?” “I was getting ready to go to the grocery. I was just trying to find something to wear.” “What’s wrong with what you have on? I’ve got to go shopping, too. Want to come along?” Bill resigned himself. It was as good as any. He went out and held the door open for Jane. She smiled. I drove us to the store and promptly opened the door to allow her out. “I could get used to this treatment,” Jane said. They got carts and started shopping. Bill felt exposed being there in the short dress. Air rushed around his bare legs, and he felt that everybody was watching. They made their way through produce and got to the meat counter. “Hi, Sam. Got any good pork chop today?” “Just cut some,” the butcher said, holding up one on display. “Who’s your maid?” “This is April’s husband.” “How is April? I’ve not seen her in a while.” “She’s gone back to work. Bill here will be doing the shopping now.” The butcher just smiled at Bill. He felt small. As they made their way through the aisles, they passed a mother with a little boy in tow. The boy’s eyes opened wide at the sight of Bill. He started tugging at his mother’s leg and pointing at Bill. Once she realized what was up, she told him not to point. “That man is wearing a dress.” “Some men do that,” the mother said. As they passed, the boy looked up at Bill’s padded rear. “He’s wearing a diaper.” “Well, if you don’t stop wetting the bed, you might have to wear a diaper, too.” The mother hustled the boy off to the next aisle. They paid for the items and headed home. Bill helped Jane carry her purchases in, and she followed him to his house and helped him carry his in. She volunteered to change his diaper, and Bill had to agree that he needed it. They went to the nursery, and she undid his diaper. He was nervous, expecting an erection and the correction shock. It didn’t come, however. All this time, getting changed by women had gotten him conditioned he figured. Jane left, and he went and folded the laundry. There were a few things that needed ironing, so he did that. He took April’s clothes and put them away in the bedroom. He hung up the now clean maid’s dress. He prepped dinner so it would be quickly cooked when April came home. Came home, she did. “What a day!” she proclaimed. Bill went and poured a glass of white wine for her, and she smiled. “What’s for dinner.” “Pork chops in an apple sauce. It will take about twenty minutes to prepare. I’ve got everything staged.” April smiled. “I want to change out of this suit. Could you help me?” Bill didn’t know what help she would need, but as she removed the articles, he carefully folded them and set them on the dresser. She removed her blouse and then sat on the bed. He looked at her and then realized what she wanted. He went over and slid her panties down, and she spread her legs, and he took care of her needs. “I’ll put on something comfortable. You go get dinner ready.” They had dinner and more wine, but in the end, Bill headed off to his crib. The next morning, he repeated the previous day’s coffee making and breakfast. As he headed off to the shower, she said, “My car needs to go in. Can you drive me to work and then take care of that?” “No problem.” He dressed in one of the rompers. He didn’t need to be hanging around the car dealership in the maid’s dress. He drove her to work and kissed her goodbye as she went into the building. “Call me and let me know how it turns out.” He headed to the dealership. The service writer was a woman. “Cute outfit,” she said. He waited for the car to be done. It took almost two hours. After paying for it, he got in and called April. “Done already? Great. Say, why don’t you meet me for lunch. Just stop by my office. You know where it is. I’m in your old one.” “OK. See you at noon.” He knew what she was up to. He’d have to pass all of his old coworkers going in to get her. At least he was wearing the romper and not a dress. He got to the office and waived at the receptionist, who smiled back. He was making his way quickly to his old office when someone called out to him. “Bill!” “Oh, hi, Pete.” “It’s been a while. How are you doing?” “About as well as can be expected.” “I heard you were in some sort of rehab. April’s doing a great job, by the way.” “Yeah. Thanks.” “What’s the getup you’ve got on?” “April’s idea,” was all he could say and moved along. He got back to his office, and his old secretary stood as he arrived. “Oh, that’s a really cute outfit. Never realized you had such great legs,” she said. “I’ll get April.” She giggled as she went into his old office, and a second later, April emerged. They met more of his old coworkers on the way out. Everybody now knew that he was a kept man. A man kept in toddler clothes. They had lunch, and Bill returned April to the office. He moped around the house for the rest of the day. The next day after April left for work, the doorbell rang. He assumed it was Jane again and just opened it. It was Dr. Girard. “Hi, Bill. Things going well?” “As well as can be expected, I guess.” “I’m here to remove the training device. April says she thinks you’re gotten past needing it.” “Good.” He led her to the nursery, and she pulled off the plastic pants. She disconnected the small control unit that had been stuck to the small of his back for a long time. She removed the diaper and poured some liquid on a pad. “This is just alcohol. It will dissolve the adhesive on the electrodes.” She took to dabbing it on his penis. She started to peel off the sheath that encased him, applying more alcohol along the way. Finally, it was off. She used some cream on his shaft. “This is just to counter any irritation. You should be fine by this afternoon.” She replaced the diaper. He was happy to be rid of the silly thing. Now he could change himself and bathe or shower without assistance. “Thanks, Doc.” April called later and suggested, as it was Friday, that they go out to dinner and a movie. Bill hadn’t even realized what day of the week it was. All time sense had been lost at the Center. Sure. “Put on your nice dress.” April came home and changed into the dress that he had made her. They weren’t matching outfits, but they were tied together. They had dinner. After they went to the theater, April announced she had to use the Ladies room and suggested Bill get the popcorn. “I guess there’s some advantage to having a diaper on,” he said. After the movie, they returned home. April led him to the bedroom and allowed him to unzip her dress. He took it as she stepped out of it and folded it neatly. She unzipped him. “Now, come to bed.” They made mutual love for the first time in a long time. They laid there in each other’s arms for a bit, and then Bill said. “I better put a diaper back on. I’m not sure I won’t have an accident.” “OK, but come right back.” He went and put a clean one on and returned to her. “You can sleep with me from now on.” “I’d like that.” “You’ve been great since you came back from the center.” “I’ve hoped you’ve enjoyed my new behavior.” “I do. I’d like it to continue.” “What part?” “All of it. The being polite. The taking care of me. Cooking and housework. Even the diapers and dresses.” Bill swallowed hard, but he looked at April. She was beautiful. And he did love her. “Yes, whatever you desire.” A week later, Jane and Mike were invited over for dinner. Bill had planned steaks and potatoes and green beans. He had made chocolate mousse for dessert as he had heard it was Jane’s favorite. He handed out drinks, wine for the girls, and beers for him and Mike. He picked up the plate of steaks and headed out to the backyard to the grill he had already prepared. Mike followed him. “So, how long are you going to play this game?” Mike asked. “What game?” “Playing little Miss Homemaker in a diaper?” “Oh, for some time, I guess. As long as April is still into it.” “I’d never let Jane get me into one of those outfits.” “I didn’t have much of a choice.” Mike just shook his head. “I never imagined you’d end up, so pussy whipped like this.” Bill let the comments go. He flipped the steaks, and then when they were done, he took them back in to finish. They had a great dinner. He had to say that he had become an excellent cook through this. While April wasn’t bad, he thought me might be better. Bill collected the dinner plates. “I’ll get the desserts.” Bill was surprised that Jane stood to help him. They carried the dishes into the kitchen. Bill got the desserts out of the refrigerator, and Jane took two, and he brought the other two. They returned to the table. Jane launched into hers. “This is fabulous. I’ve not had chocolate mousse in years, and this is excellent.” “Thank you,” Bill said. Suddenly, Mike started tugging at his shirt collar. “I feel funny,” he said. He stood and took a few steps and then collapsed on the couch. Jane winked at Bill. Bill knew what was happening. “Dr. Girard will be here in a few minutes,” April announced. Mike still looked confused. He tried to speak, but it just came out as a grunt. “If you haven’t figured it out yet. You’re going to the Center as Bill did. You’re going to learn how to be an excellent husband like him.” More grunts out of Mike. “Not just cooking and cleaning either. You’ll learn how to treat a woman right.” Jane sat down on the sofa next to her husband. She pulled up her skirt and slid down her panties. “Show him,” she said to Bill. Bill looked at April. April just nodded. Bill got down between Jane’s legs and went to work on her. As Jane came, Bill looked at Mike. There was a rage in his eyes, but he couldn’t even manage a grunt at this point. The doorbell rang, and April went to answer it. Dr. Girard and the two attendants came in with the stretcher. Dr. Girard did a quick examination of Mike. “You better get him stripped down and diapered. Be ready to intubate him if his breathing gets rough.” “He’s incapacitated. You can sign for him.” Jane quickly signed the papers. Jane turned to Mike. “There. You are committed to the Center. I’ll see you once they get you admitted.” Mike’s eyes had shifted from rage to sadness. He looked as if he would sob if he could. They wheeled him out on the stretcher to the ambulance. Dr. Girard said she’d call once they had him at the Center. April turned to Jane. “Well, you did it.” “Yes, I did. I wasn’t sure I could. I’m glad you two were here to help.” “I feel bad for him,” Bill said. “I mean, not that he’s headed to the center, but he had to watch me do you.” “Don’t feel too bad,” Jane said. “He’s been screwing his secretary. He’s going to have to assess his priorities.” Jane thanked them again and made her way home. Bill and April headed to bed. “Do you think those two will be alright in the long term?” April asked. “If he loves her, the Center will remind him of that and give him the skills he needs for their relationship. If he doesn’t, it could be very hard on the two of them.” “How was it with you?” “I may have been a bit selfish in the past, but I love you with all my heart. I’m glad to be home, and I’m glad to make you happy, whatever it takes.” April smiled. “Then you don’t mind being kept.” “Not at all. It was embarrassing at first, and it probably will still be at times. The diapers aren’t my favorite.” “Well, someday, I’ll let you get toilet trained. But for now, I think they’re helping.” “I don’t mind that much.” “Well, then. Take me to bed.”
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