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[SallyKAT]

The Boarder's Tale Chapter 6

Pete was very quiet on the short drive home. He felt terrible, and not only because he'd wet his pants virtually in front of all those nice ladies, and cost Mrs Smith her Sunday morning basketball match. His old foe, wet pants, had returned at the worst time, meaning that there was no hope now that Mrs Smith would drop the subject. On top of that, he'd wet the clothes Mrs Smith had lent him. He'd never actually been a boarder before. He hadn't told Mrs Smith, but this trip was the first time he'd been away from home, at least for more than a night. He'd been trying so hard to be the savvy young adult traveller, and wanted to be the perfect boarder too. Now he'd wet his pants like a toddler. He wondered what Mrs Smith was thinking of him. 

He swallowed hard and stared out of the window. There was a group of young girls on the pavement as Mrs Smith stopped at an intersection. They didn't look much older than Pete, and they were dressed in the same sort of pretty casual clothes. They were laughing and chatting. Pete looked at their pants. None of them would have wet themselves for years. Why couldn't he be like them, he thought. His unhappiness began to overwhelm him. 

He felt Mrs Smith's hand on his leg. 

'Don't worry dear,' she said. 'It happens to lots of girls, and boys too. We'll have you changed and sparkly clean in a jiffy, and we can get on with the day.'

Pete swallowed back his rising tears. 

'I'm sorry,' he said. 'Your match, and Erica's pants.'

'Oh, stop worrying,' said Mrs Smith. 'I can play plenty more matches, and the clothes will wash.'

Mrs Smith paused for a moment. 

'Erica had accidents, too, Pete,' she said. 

'Did she?' asked Pete, suddenly feeling less alone in his troubles. 

They swung into Mrs Smith's property, and stopped. Pete was very interested in Erica wetting herself. 

'In her pants or in bed?' he asked. 

'Both, dear,' Mrs Smith said. 'Now you hop upstairs and have a shower. I'll come up and change you. We can find some more of Erica's clothes.'

'OK,' said Pete, glad of something to do. 

He got out of the car and as soon as Mrs Smith opened the front door, he went upstairs. 

In his bedroom, Pete opened the wardrobe door and looked at himself. It was plainly obvious that he'd wet his pants. When it had happened in his jeans, it was a lot less visible, and he'd usually been able to change his pants without anyone noticing, or they had dried enough without anyone seeing that he didn't have to change. It was funny how Mrs Smith had said she'd change him, he thought. It made him sound like a little child. She meant change his clothes and help him dress, he realised. He didn't really mind her dressing him, he thought. It made him feel sort of cared for, but he wondered why she did it. 

Pete took off his sneakers and socks, then pulled off his wet pants. He could see that the whole front of his panties were wet. He thought of them as panties without correcting himself. That's what they were, after all. Just borrowed ones. He took those off, then his top. He put the clothes carefully on a chair in the room, then went to the bathroom. He made sure his towel was near the shower before he got in. 

As he expected, Mrs Smith walked into the bathroom a few minutes later. She chatted amiably as Pete finished showering, and had the towel ready for him as he emerged. Wrapping it round him, she kissed his cheek again. 

'Come into Erica's room, honey, and we'll get you changed,' she said. 

She ushered Pete out of the bathroom and farther along the hall to another door. 

Erica's room was similar in size to Pete's, but by the decor was clearly a girl's room. Pete sat on the bed in his towel as Mrs Smith went to the wardrobe and a chest of drawers. As he moved a little on the bed, he thought he heard the muffled sound of a plastic sheet. He knew the sound because he'd always had one on his bed. He watched Mrs Smith carefully selecting clothes for him. She was so nice. Pete felt guilty, and after what had happened at the gym, he thought he should be honest.

'Mrs Smith,' he began, his voice trembling slightly. 

Mrs Smith closed a drawer, and turned to him. 

'What, honey?' she said. 

'Well, you know, what happened this morning, and you know, bedwetting and things...' Pete said. 

Mrs Smith sat next to him on the bed and gave him a gentle hug. She was so warm, thought Pete. 

'Go on, sweetie. I'm here to help,' she said. 

'Well,' said Pete. 'You know I said it hadn't happened for years, I mean, you know, wetting the bed, well, I, I mean, it's a bit more often.'

Pete stopped as Mrs Smith hugged him closer. 

'I'd guessed that, sweetie,' she said. 'I've worked with lots of children, especially proud little boys. And wetting in the daytime?'

'Only sometimes,' Pete said. 'But I thought I could make it go away, you know, now that I was travelling.'

'Honey,' said Mrs Smith. 'That sort of thing doesn't just go away. But there are things you can do to help. It's not at all uncommon, either, Pete. People just don't talk about it.'

Pete thought of Erica. He looked around the room and saw a dolls house and some dolls sitting on the dressing table. 

'How old is Erica?' he asked. 

Mrs Smith thought for a moment. 

'She's just like you, honey,' she said. 'Sort of growing up, but still needing looking after. Your sisters and mum looked after you when you had accidents, didn't they?'

'Yes,' said Pete, 'But I didn't tell you.'

'No,' said Mrs Smith, 'But when we were chatting on that site, I guessed. You told me your mum was washing your sheets, then you told me the same thing a couple of days later. And you told me they were very worried about you travelling alone so far away.'

'Yes, but I didn't say...' said Pete. 

'Honey, you didn't have to. As I said, I've worked with lots of children. They tell you things without actually saying them. Even in a chat room,' said Mrs Smith. 

'I'm nineteen,' said Pete. 

'Yes,' said Mrs Smith, 'But some older children, boys and girls, need more care than others. You're very lucky to have had such loving older sisters and your mum to look after you. You must miss them.'

'Yes, I do,' said Pete, and gladly accepted Mrs Smith's hug.

'I'm sure you do,' said Mrs Smith. 'And now that they're not here, I can help look after you.'

Pete felt nothing but gratitude. He'd been feeling increasingly adrift the longer he moved from home. He hadn't been sure how he would end up. He and Mrs Smith had emailed and texted while he was on the move, and the idea of boarding at Mrs Smith's had become like an island in an increasingly rough sea. 

'Is that why you asked me to stay here?' Pete asked, looking up at Mrs Smith. 

'Partly, yes,' said Mrs Smith. 

'Thank you,' said Pete, and Mrs Smith hugged him closer. 

The pair sat for a few minutes, Pete with his head against Mrs Smith's breasts and she stroking his back. 

'Well,' said Mrs Smith. 'Thank you for being honest. You really are a sweetie.'

She gave Pete another kiss on the cheek. 

'Let's get you dressed,' she said. 

Pete was happy for Mrs Smith to take charge as before. There was another pair of panties, pink this time.'

'No one will see them,' she said, 'And they're a pretty colour. You'll know you're wearing something nice but nobody else will.'

Pete smiled at that. They were a pretty colour and they felt just as comfortable as the other pair. Next came what Mrs Smith called a vest, which was like a singlet but with thin frilly edges. 'It will be under your top,' Mrs Smith told him. 

Once he was dressed, Pete looked at the result in the big mirror. He was wearing pale blue overalls. He felt the soft denim. Like the blue pants, there was no fly, just white buttons at each side. There was a bib with wide denim straps going over his shoulders, and a pale yellow shirt under that with short, elasticated sleeves. The crotch was quite loose looking. Pete turned this way and that. He looked even younger than before. His hair was still in its pony tail, and with no visible evidence of his masculinity, he looked like a pre-teen girl. 

'What do you think, honey?' asked Mrs Smith. 

After all they'd talked about, Pete didn't think he could complain that he looked too childish and feminine. As Mrs Smith said, apart from his panties and the vest, the clothes were really unisex.

'Erm, great, but they're a bit loose,' said Pete, showing Mrs Smith the baggy crotch.

'Thats quite alright,' said Mrs Smith. 'Erica needed to wear a diaper under those sometimes, so they're nice and loose.'

Diaper, thought Pete. For all his honesty in telling Mrs Smith about his bedwetting and accidents, he hadn't mentioned the D word, as his sisters used to say when he objected to wearing one on long outings or into the city. He felt himself blushing like a beacon. 

'Oh Pete,' laughed Mrs Smith. 'You couldn't keep a secret if you tried. I've got some of Erica's here if you need one. Did your mum put you in one for long trips?'

Pete nodded, feeling very embarrassed. 

Mrs Smith laughed again, and gave him a quick hug. 

'That's nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about. These overalls will work just as well for you as they did for Erica if you need a diaper,' she said, giving Pete a pat on his bottom. 'Now, let's go downstairs for a cup of tea, then we can head off for our treat.'

Pete cheered up. His worst, most embarrassing secret had been revealed, and Mrs Smith had just laughed and given him a hug. 

Pete looked at himself in the mirror again before Mrs Smith closed the wardrobe door and they left the room together.

He did look nice, he decided, and he liked his hair that way. 

 

To be continued.

 

 

 

 

 

[syphon]

Great Sally, love the buildup and helplessness, can't wait until he's diapered hehe

[SallyKAT]

The Boarder's Tale Chapter 7

As they reached the top of the stairs, Mrs Smith paused and held out her hand. Pete looked at the hand in surprise. 

'They're steep old stairs, Pete,' Mrs Smith said. 'I saw you wobbling a bit coming down yesterday.'

'I didn't...' he said. 

'Pete, please,' Mrs Smith insisted. 

Pete shrugged and took the offered hand. On the third step down, he managed to tread on a long end of his sneaker lace and nearly fall over. He grasped Mrs Smith's hand as she put her arm around him. She looked down at the offending lace. 

'Oh, sweetie,' she said. 'It's your shoelace. Put your hands on my shoulders.'

Pete, again embarrassed, did so, and Mrs Smith positioned herself on the stairs and retied both of Petes sneakers with double knots. 

'I think I'd better do those until you get a bit better at it,' she said, standing up. 'All set?' she added. 

'Yeah,' said Pete. 

'Then down we go,' said Mrs Smith, leading Pete to the kitchen, where she pulled out a chair at the kitchen table for Pete. 

Mrs Smith talked about Pete's 'treat', a park not far away which had a lake with birds to feed. Pete didn't think it sounded too bad. He hadn't fed birds for years. 

They had cups of tea, and some left over trifle from the previous evening's meal. Mrs Smith had hers on a small plate with a cake fork, while Pete's was in a bowl with a spoon. Pete noticed the difference. 

'Mrs Smith, I don't need a spoon,' said Pete, holding it up. 

'It's messy, honey,' said Mrs Smith. 

Pete didn't want to argue, so he didn't mention the bowl, and ate the trifle. 

They finished their morning tea, and were soon on the way to the park. At least she didn't ask me if I needed to pee,he thought, hoping that there was a chance the subject really would go away if he was careful. 

They got to the pretty little park soon enough, and the first thing Mrs Smith did was to point out the ornate little toilet building a little way away. 

'OK,' Pete answered. 

Mrs Smith produced a bag of stale bread, and they walked happily across the park to the lake. After they'd tossed a few pieces of bread to a couple of hungry waterbirds, more birds arrived and landed on the water. Perhaps the splashing of the water got Pete's insides going, but he needed to pee. 

'I need to pee, Mrs Smith,' he said, and immediately felt silly. 

He didn't have to tell her that. He could have just said he'd be back in a minute and walked off to the toilet. 

'OK, honey,' Mrs Smith said. 'I'll keep these around until you get back.'

Pete headed to the toilets. When he got close, he saw a builder's sign on the little building. It said 'Closed for renovations. Nearest facility public library in Hampton Street'.

Dammit, thought Pete. He could hold on for a while, he decided. It only felt urgent because of all the splashing. He walked back to Mrs Smith. 

'It's closed,' he said. 'Where's the library in Hampton Street?'

'Back at the intersection,' said Mrs Smith. 'Will you be OK?' she asked with concern.'We could go there on the way back. We won't be too long here.'

'No, I'm fine,' said Pete confidently. 'Let's feed these ducks.'

The minor feeding frenzy they created attracted a young mum with her two little girls. Mrs Smith and Pete gave the girls some of their bread, and soon they were all enjoying the spectacle. 

A couple of large geese arrived, honking and pushing their way among the smaller birds. They were quite aggressive, and one of them lunged out of the water and snatched the bread from Pete's hand. The goose had a strong beak, and snapped at Pete's fingers as it took the bread. It took Pete by surprise, and he fell back to the grass. 

'Ahh!' he shouted, then felt the flooding in his crotch. He let out another short moan, and tried simultaneously to get up and look at his crotch. He was still peeing, and tried his hardest to stop the flow. He managed to, but not before he had well and truly wet himself. He stood helplessly, looking at Mrs Smith. 

'That girl's wet her pants,' one of the children said loudly to her mother. 

'Shush, darling. She's just had an accident,' said her mother, looking with understanding at Mrs Smith, then kindly at Pete. 

'It's OK,' said Mrs Smith both to the young mum and to Pete. 

She put an arm around Pete, who was still looking shocked, then turned to the mother and her girls. 

'I think our duck feeding session has ended,' Mrs Smith said, taking Pete's little bag of bread. 'Why don't your girls finish feeding them, and I'll get this one home and changed.'

Handing the bread to the two eager girls, Mrs Smith took Pete's hand, to which he didn't object, and they turned towards the car. As they walked away, one of the little girls said 'She's really wet.' That was enough to start Pete crying. He tried to stop that, too. He hadn't cried in ages. He was glad of Mrs Smith's warm, firm hand. 

Back in the car, Mrs Smith folded a towel on the seat for Pete. 

'They said I was a girl,' said Pete, still stifling his sobs. 'Why didn't you say I'm a boy?'

'Because it would here been confusing,' said Mrs Smith. 'Now, we'll go straight home, Pete. If you wet more, it won't matter on the towel,' she added.

'I won't,' said Pete. 'It was just an accident.'

'I know, honey. We'll get you home and cleaned up, then I want to have a serious talk with you,' she said. 

Pete felt a little frightened. She wouldn't kick him out, he thought. It really was an accident. He couldn't help it. 

'Don't worry, honey,' she said, seeing Pete's distress.'I know you couldn't help it. But I think we need to talk about managing your problem.'

'My p..problem?' said Pete. 'But it was...'

'Shhh, honey,' said Mrs Smith. 'Let's get you changed first. You'll feel much better.'

Pete felt himself peeing again, and this time he couldn't stop. He sobbed quietly the rest of the way home. 

 

To be continued.

 

 

[syphon]

Uh oh Pete's losing control ?

[Pierry Louys]

Pete gonna end in pampers rsrs 

[Fulldiaper]

I'm wondering if she's not sabotaging him, or is he just loosing control?

[SallyKAT]

The Boarder's Tale Chapter 8

'Shhh, honey. It's OK,' Mrs Smith reassured Pete.

She had him sitting on the low padded bench in the bathroom, and was untying his pink shoelaces. 

'Now, stand up for a moment, and we'll get these wet pants off,' Mrs Smith said.

Pete stood, and watched as Mrs Smith undid the shoulder straps and took off his overall. Both the front and the back were soaked and dark blue. Pete looked at the wet cloth and began crying again. He'd almost convinced himself that he was 'cured'. While travelling, there had always been plenty of bathrooms, and Pete had got into the habit of visiting one almost every time he saw one. As a result, his regular emergency runs to the bathroom or damp pants had become a thing of the past, or the recent past at least. At home, if he was outside, he'd usually been able to find a place behind a building to squat and pee if he couldn't get to a bathroom in time. He'd become quite adept at undoing his pants and pulling down his underwear then holding them both away as he peed. Now, he was back to wet pants. He'd felt that, despite the wetting issue, that he was approaching maturity like the other boys his age. Now he was back with not his mum or sisters, but Mrs Smith, changing his wet clothes. 

'Now these,' Mrs Smith said brightly as she tugged down Pete's soaked pink panties.  

Pete stood pantsless and still sniffling in front of Mrs Smith, but he felt no more embarrassed now at his nudity in front of Mrs Smith than he'd felt at home.

Mrs Smith removed his top and vest.  

'Do you need to sit on the toilet for a minute, honey?' ask Mrs Smith.

'N, no, I don't think so,' said Pete.

'When did you last do a poo, honey?' asked Mrs Smith.

'Erm, yesterday morning, I think,' said Pete as Mrs Smith put aside his wet overall and panties.

'Well, why don't you sit there now for a minute and try to poo, and I'll get the shower going for you,' said Mrs Smith.

'OK,' said Pete, and went to the toilet, where he sat, looking at the tiled floor.

He found he did need to go, and after a minute or two had a small bowel movement.

'Good kid,' said Mrs Smith with a smile as Pete stood up. 

'I can do it,' said Pete as Mrs Smith took some sheets of toilet paper from the roll on the wall and turned him around.   

'It's just as easy if I do it,' said Mrs Smith. 'Just bend forwards a little.'

'There we are,' she said a moment later. 'All clean. Now, just hop back on the bench for a minute. I have some cream for you.'

Pete sat back on the bench. 

'What's the cream?' he asked.

'It's to help you stay fresh and hygienic,' said Mrs Smith. 'If you do have some wetting problems, it's not healthy to have hairs which can trap bacteria. This will stop that. Just lie back for a minute.'

Pete did so and Mrs Smith applied the cream to his crotch and thighs, then asked him to turn over and rubbed a little on his bottom.

'It stings!' said Pete.

'It will. honey, but not for long.' said Mrs Smith. 'Just sit up for a minute. Here's your towel,' she added wrapping the towel around his shoulders.

'Look,' said Mrs Smith. 'Here's one of Erica's little friends.'  

Mrs Smith held up a happy looking, naked plastic little girl doll.

''She's all smooth too, just like you'll be. This is Topsy. Erica and Topsy used to have their baths together,' she said, handing the doll to Pete.  

Pete took the doll and looked at it. As Mrs Smith intended, it took Pete's mind off his stinging groin. Pete moved the doll's arms and stood it on his knee.

'OK,' said Mrs Smith. 'I think that will do. Into the shower, then we'll get you dressed. You can take Topsy in with you. Erica used to sit her on the soap holder. Then we can put some clothes on her too.'

Pete got into the shower. It was good to get the still mildly stinging cream off. Pete didn't have a lot of pubic hair, but what there was washed off completely. He ran his hands over his hairless thighs, and looked at his denuded genitals. They looked quite small without any hair on them at all.

Pete finished showering and Mrs Smith dried him off with the towel.  

'Right,' said Mrs Smith. 'Now let's go into Erica's room and we can have a chat and get you dressed. Topsy can come too.'

Pete quite liked the cheery looking little doll. Clutching it in one hand, and smelling sweetly of the bath soap, he followed Mrs Smith to Erica's room.

 

To be continued. 

 

    

 

 

 

[SGTbaby]

Fun little chapters and I love he is falling deeper and deeper!

[SallyKAT]

The Boarder's Tale Chapter 9

'OK, honey,' said Mrs Smith as Pete sat on the bed in his towel, with Topsy next to him.

'First, I'd like to speak to your mum,' said Mrs Smith.

That was a shock to Pete. He wanted his mum to think that he'd finally grown up and wasn't having any problems.

'Pete, I think you need to accept some things, darling.'said Mrs Smith, noticing Pete's surprise. 'Now you are having some problems, and you need to face them. As I said, I worked in paediatrics for 20 years, with children just like you, and I do know what I'm talking about. Now your mum is involved in this, and your sisters too. I'm sure they love you very much, and want only the best for you. I feel the same, although we've only known each other for a very short time. We all want to help you Pete, and that's why I need to talk to her. I'll do that after you're all dressed and we go downstairs. There's nothing secret - you can sit next to me and talk to your mum too. When did you last speak to her, honey?' 

'Er, just before I got here, from the train station,' Pete said. 'Then I texted her to say that I was OK. And that you were nice,' he added. 

Mrs Smith smiled at him.

'You are a sweetie,' she said. 'So, first things first. You've wet your pants twice in two days.'

''Yes but they were...' Pete began.

'I know, Pete, but as I said, we have to face facts. Now I think you need to wear some protection while we work on this,' Mrs Smith said.

'I can stay dry!' said Pete. 'It was just...'

'Pete, please,' said Mrs Smith. 'I had exactly this discussion with Erica, and we worked things out. Now you will need to wear...'

'No!'' said Pete forcefully. 'I don't want to be back in diapers.'

'Pete,' said Mrs Smith patiently, 'You won't be 'back in diapers'. You'll just be wearing some sensible protection for the next little while as we work on this and help you. OK? No one esle will know what you're wearing, and you'll be able to go out and enjoy yourself without any worries about wetting your pants. Isn't that a good idea?' 

Pete nodded. What Mrs Smith said was right. As it was, he was always trying to make sure where the nearest toilet was. It was hard to believe he was having this conversation with Mrs Smith, he thought. He was worried mostly about wetting the bed, not his pants. He wore a diaper sometimes at home, but only for some things, not all the time like she seemed to be saying now.

'Do I have to wear them, you know, all the time, like from when I get up?' asked Pete. 

'Yes honey,' said Mrs Smith. 'For now, anyway. And I know you haven't wet the bed yet, but I think you should wear something to bed too, just for now, until we get things a bit more sorted out. OK?'

Pete bit his lip. He was trying so hard to be grown up. He would be twenty in four months, and he had told himself that he wouldn't ever wet after that. 

'I didn't want to wet after I was twenty,' Pete said to Mrs Smith, looking at her with his voice cracking.

'Pete, we can't just make things happen like that. We need to take care of things as they are now.  And right now, you need to wear something so that you don't wet your pants or your bed. As I said, lots of children are in exactly the same position. Even older people too. It's just that no one talks about it,' Mrs Smith said, stroking Pete's blonde hair. 'You know the two girls we saw in the park?' Mrs Smith added. 'Did you see that one of them was wearing a diaper?'

'No,' said Pete.  

'Well, she was,' said Mrs Smith. 'Her mum was looking after her just as I'm looking after you. Now hop back on the bench, and I'll get one of Erica's diapers.'

It was like the moment of truth, Pete felt as he lay back on the bench. His mum had diapered him before, but this was different. He felt like he'd reached a corner, and was about to go around it.   

'Pete, I'm going to put you in a diaper with tabs,' said Mrs Smith. 'I think you'll be better of with those to start with. We can try pullups later if it looks as though they'll be enough. Have you had the tab sort before?'

Pete nodded. He was still trying to deal with what was happening. He didn't want to be put back in diapers, and Mrs Smith said that wasn't happening. He believed her, but it was still hard to work out. Pete was holding Topsy and clutched her more tightly. He had a sudden longing for Buddy, and looked forward to seeing him later. He and Topsy were just toys, of course, but in a way they were like new little friends. Mrs Smith was a friend too. 

Pete began to cheer up. Wetting his pants had worried him terribly,  both times, and although he wasn't looking forward to wearing a diaper, he'd worn them before and they did take away all his anxiety. And they ere nice and warm, he reminded himself. And no one would know. So things wasn't too bad, he told himself.

Pete laid back quietly as Mrs Smith talced and diapered him, lifting his bottom when she asked and then sitting up to be dressed.

Mrs Smith said he didn't need any panties over his diaper, and found another overall, this time in red corduroy. There were coloured balloons on the bib, but at least they weren't girly. Pete was still a boy, he told himself. The new overall fit easily over his diaper and green top, and the shoe business was solved when Mrs Smith said he didn't need any shoes inside.

Pete felt a lot better. The diaper was quite thick, and it made Pete waddle a little as he walked to the door but he knew the feeling and knew he could disguise his gait by keeping his legs close together as he walked.  He felt less anxious already, and reached for Mrs Smith's hand first as they approached the stairs. He was looking forward to speaking to his mum.

 

To be continued.   

[SallyKAT]

The Boarder's Tale Chapter 10

They went into the living room. The fire was burning quietly and the room was warm. 

Mrs Smith sat in one of the chairs. 

'Pete, why don't you make yourself comfortable on the rug near the fire? You'll be toasty warm there. I'll let you know when you can speak to your mum. Now, I'll need your mobile phone, please,' she said. 

Pete got the phone from the pocket of his overalls and began to get up from where he had just sat. 

'Don't get up, honey,' said Mrs Smith, getting up herself and walking over to Pete. Pete looked up at Mrs Smith as he gave her his phone. She was quite tall, and looking up at her smiling face, past her powerful legs and, wide hips and large breasts, Pete felt very small. Dammit, he thought, as he felt himself peeing a little. He managed to stop, then relaxed and peed a little more before making a determined effort and halting the flow. It was just because she looked so big and strong, and even a bit scary, Pete told himself.

'Are you OK, sweetie?' asked Mrs Smith, still standing with the phone in her hand. She'd watched the progression of emotions on Pete's open little face. 

'Did you wet, honey?' she asked. 

'Just a little bit, but I stopped,' said Pete. 'You're so big.'

Mrs Smith was puzzled by that, then laughed as she realised what Pete meant. 

'I am a bit bigger than you, honey, but I'm very friendly,' she said with a laugh. 'Let's just check your diaper.'

Mrs Smith squatted next to Pete and put a hand to his crotch. Pete felt her fingers pressing the thick diaper. Then she put her hand behind him and quickly cupped her hand to the diaper there.

''You'll be OK for a little while,' she said, as Pete was mulling over hearing the words 'Let's check your diaper.'

He used to cringe when his mum or sisters said that. It always meant something embarrassing, like having their fingers down his front or up the legs of his shorts. He didn't mind Mrs Smith checking, though. She was trying to help, not treat him like a baby, like his sisters did when he had to have a diaper on. She didn't need to check my bottom, though, he thought. He had messed his pants before, but hardly ever. She'd never even asked him, he thought. 

'Now, what's your mum's name on your contact list?' asked Mrs Smith from where she sat on one end of the sofa. 

Pete blushed yet again. 

'Erm, its "Mummy",' he said. 'My sisters helped me set up the phone and they put it there. I should change it.'

'Why?' asked Mrs Smith. 'She is your mummy after all, and I bet she'd be perfectly happy with the name. I'd be quite happy to be your mummy too,' she added with a laugh, looking at Pete. 

Mrs Smith scrolled through Pete's contacts. 

'Here she is,' she said. 

She looked at the clock on the mantelpiece over the fire. 

'All good,' she said. 'I won't be phoning in the dead of night.'

Mrs Smith put the phone to her ear. 

'Hullo Helen,' she said when it was answered. 'This is Jan Smith, Pete's landlady. Oh, that's good. He said he'd been in touch with you, Yes, I am. No, he's fine, good as gold. We've had a very pleasant few days, including a visit to a park to feed the ducks.'

Mrs Smith laughed into the phone, then listened for a few moments. 

'Well, yes, he did, Helen, and that's what I'm calling about, other than to say hello,' she said. 

Mrs Smith looked down at Pete, and mouthed 'in a minute' at him. 

She listened to the phone again. 

'Well I doubt he's told you, but I'm a paediatric nurse. I still do consultancy work, but I'm basically retired. My specialty is incontinence. Yes,' she said into the phone, then listened again. 

'It is,' she told Helen. 'It's awful to see them so anxious when they're out, or not even going out at all, and missing out on all the time with friends that other children have. There are ways of managing the problem which give them back their confidence and freedom.'

Mrs Smith listened again. 

'Yes, I have, Helen. No, he's quite comfortable about it. He's aware that he needs assistance and is very cooperative.'

Mrs Smith across at Pete and smiled. He grinned in return. 

'And he's such a lovely boy anyway,' said Mrs Smith. 

She listened again, then laughed. 

'What, with three girls already?' replied Mrs Smith. 'Did you? Well, Helen, we take what we're given, and I'm sure you wouldn't swap him now for even the sweetest little girl in the world!'

'Anyway, speaking of sweet kids, Helen, Pete would like a word. Before I go, let's get in touch by email. I'll text you my address on this phone. I can go into much more detail about how things are progressing. But, here's Pete.

Mrs Smith held the phone out towards Pete, who began to get up. 

'No need to get up, honey, just scoot over on the rug,' she said. 

Pete did just that. He was surprised how quickly he could move without getting up. 

Mrs Smith patted the sofa cushion next to her, and Pete happily clambered up and snuggled himself next to her. 

'Hi mum,' he said when Mrs Smith handed him the phone. 

Pete chatted to his mum about family affairs for a few minutes, then Pete listened, then spoke.

'Yes, mum, but just for a little while. Yes, then too. I already had a plastic sheet. Her last boarder had some daytime problems too.'

He listened again. 

'No, it's much better. I know she's helping. No, tab ones like the ones, you know, that you used,' he said.

After some more family chat, Pete handed the phone back to Mrs Smith, who tucked him in closer to her breasts. 

'I will, Helen,' she said into the phone again. 

She laughed. 

'He is a little bit, but it's taken care of, at least til lunchtime. I should have mentioned, I depilated him, so that's not an issue. Yes, much more hygienic. OK. Lovely to speak to you Helen. We'll stay in touch.'

Mrs Smith put the phone on the mall table next to the sofa. 

'There's no need for you to carry it around everywhere, honey. I'll keep it in my bag and tell you if someone calls. 

Pete wasn't sure about arguing over having his phone, but he knew he wouldn't miss any of the few calls he received. 

'If you need to call out, just ask and I'll help,' Mrs Smith said. 

Pete shrugged and snuggled close to Mrs Smith's soft breasts. After a few minutes, he was dozing off.

His mouth was almost at the growing bump of her nipple. Mrs Smith moved slightly, bringing her nipple directly in front of Pete's lips. The knitted fabric stretched over the stiffening nipple, and Pete's lips closed automatically around it as best they could through the clothing. When Mrs Smith felt Pete actually sucking, she lifted his head gently away from her body and pulled upwards first her sweater then her blouse. She manoeuvred the cup of her bra upwards, then settled Pete's blonde head back again. 

A little while  later, Pete was asleep, snoring softly. Mrs Smith looked at him and smiled, then heard a light hissing sound. She put her hand to Pete's padded crotch and felt the swelling warmth. 

Pete mumbled something but didn't wake up. 

To be continued. 

 

 

 

[Fulldiaper]

This is progressin....I mean regressing nicely. Please do continue, Sally.

[kirababy]

yes, it is all going according to plan.  but certainly not his plan.  I, too am left wonderigg if she is helping him along the wet path?

[SallyKAT]

Nope, nothing in the tea. It's just gentle psychological prompting (but don't take my word for it that it could actually happen - remember this is a strange world where adults wear diapers and exhibit regressive behaviour.)   ; ) 

[SallyKAT]

The Boarder's Tale Chapter 11

Mrs Smith relaxed while Pete suckled at her breast then fell asleep, his lips opening slightly and releasing her saliva covered nipple. She had one hand on the denim crotch of her jeans, her fingers slowly stroking her clitoris through the taut fabric. As she climaxed, the slow and slight bucking of her hips roused Pete, and Mrs Smith moved his head and rearranged her bra and clothing as Pete woke. 

'I fell asleep,' he said.

'You did, honey,' Mrs Smith replied with a smile. 

'I had a funny dream,' he said, looking at the large, sweater covered breast by his face. 

'Did you honey?' asked Mrs Smith, still smiling. 

'I think you need a change, baby,' she said quietly, cupping her hand over the front of Pete's soaked diaper.

'Ohh,' said Pete, putting his hand to the wet lump below his tummy. 

'It's nothing to worry about,' Mrs Smith said. 'Let's pop back upstairs.'

Pete didn't demur when Mrs Smith held out her hand to take him upstairs. They were quite steep, and apart from steadying him, he liked holding her hand. 

They arrived in the bathroom, and Pete went straight to the padded bench and stood next to it while Mrs Smith undressed him. He looked down at his hairless crotch, but it seemed quite normal now. 

He lay back in the bench while Mrs Smith wiped and diapered him. The diaper felt warm and really did relieve him of feeling anxious about wetting. 

'What are those?' he asked Mrs Smith when she produced a garment he hadn't seen before. 

'Just something waterproof in case you leak a little,' she said. 'You won't even know your wearing it, and it will make you even more secure.'

'Secure,' thought Pete. 

He liked that word. In fact, Mrs Smith and everything around her seemed to mean security. He'd always felt looked after at home, and now he felt secure here. 

'Just sit here for a minute,' said Mrs Smith, and left the room. 

Pete sat on the bench in his diaper. He thought how lucky he was. Sometimes, when his mum put him in a diaper for a car trip, he hadn't wanted to take it off when they returned, because he always felt a little vulnerable until he was used to grown up underpants again. Even then, those were often damp when he took them off at night. 

'Here we are,' said Mrs Smith, returning after a few minutes.

What she had in her hand didn't look like much, thought. She also had Topsy, and Pete smiled. Topsy was dressed now. 

'And a surprise,' said Mrs Smith. 

'Topsy!' said Pete, and eagerly took the doll. 

'She's like me!' he said, turning the doll around to look at the short hemmed pale blue top and puffy elasticated pants Topsy was wearing. He looked more closely at the pants, then lifted the hem of the little top and pulled the waist of the pants away. 

'She's got a diaper on,' said Pete.

'That's right,' said Mrs Smith. 'Just like you. I told you it wasn't uncommon.'

Pete smiled happily. 

'Leg in,' said Mrs Smith, holding out the new pants. They had thin, soft pink cloth on the outside, but Pete could feel they were still soft but plasticky on the inside. 

'Plastic,' he said to Mrs Smith. 

'That's right,' said Mrs Smith. 'That's why they stop leaks and trickles. Erica wore them too.'

it seemed like a good idea, thought Pete, and soon had them pulled up to his waist. 

'Arms up,' said Mrs Smith, and pulled a longish top over Pete's head and arms. 

Then she flicked Pete's pony tail from under the top. 

'Now it's lunchtime,' said Mrs Smith. 'Let's go.'

'What about pants?' asked Pete. 

'You've got pants on,' laughed Mrs Smith. 'Around the house, those are all you'll need.'

'OK,' said Pete, looking down at the thick pink bulk below the big loose t-shirt. They were sort of like shorts, he thought.

They left the bathroom and when they got to the stairs, Pete was surprised to see a white wooden barricade across the top step. 

'What's that?' he asked. 

'It's just a little fence in case you have another fall on the steps. I don't want you tackling them by yourself at the moment,' said Mrs Smith. 'It opens up, but it's a bit tricky, so if you are up here and you want to go downstairs, just ask me and I'll come and help you. I'll hear you perfectly well, even if I'm downstairs.'

Pete looked at the little white fence. It did seem a good idea. Mrs Smith really was looking after him, he thought. 

Mrs Smith twisted and turned a latch at one side of the fence, and swung it open. She led Pete onto the first step and turned to shut the gate. Pete took another step down. Mrs Smith looked even taller. Pete was only five feet four. He'd hoped to grow taller, but it seemed he'd reached his full height. He didn't really mind being small. On the plane, he'd had plenty of room, and though he heard one of the women in the cabin crew of one of his flights ask another crew member if he was an unaccompanied child, he didn't mind. The payoff was not needing as much room as some of the big men cramped into their seats. 

When they reached the living room, Mrs Smith suggested Pete sit on the rug near the fire again. He was happy to do that, then Mrs Smith produced a small wicker basket. 

'If you want something to do while I get lunch,' she said, 'You might like to play with these.'

Pete still had Topsy in his hand. He looked into the basket, and saw that it was full of little doll's clothes. 

'They're dolls clothes,' said Pete. 

He liked Topsy. It was fun to have someone dressed like he was last night, but he thought playing with dolls clothes was for girls. 

'Yes,' said Mrs Smith. 'But until I get you some other things, that's all I've got. Erica loved them. Boys can play with them too. Only if you want to, honey. I'll be a little while in the kitchen.'

Pete watched her go into the kitchen. He had a strange feeling of loss. He didn't really like her leaving him, even if it was only to go to the kitchen. He sat for a few moments, wondering if it was silly to miss her like that. He couldn't quite figure it out and looked at the basket. At least it was a distraction. He saw some red corduroy, and it reminded him of his overalls. Interested, he took the little garment out and held it up. They were beautifully made little clothes, and even had the same balloons on the front as his. Smiling, he took off Topsy's blue top. He giggled. She even looked like him in just her diaper, with her blonde hair and pony tail just like his.

Carefully, he took off Topsy's blue pants, and sure enough, she had a thick little cotton diaper on. He left that on and put the little plastic body into the red overalls. Ha, he thought. 

This was actually good fun, he decided. At home, he'd always had a choice of his own toys or his sisters' old ones, which he'd mostly left in the big toy box. He'd certainly never played with their dolls, but this was cool. 

'How are you going honey?' said Mrs Smith, coming out of the kitchen. 

'Good,' said Pete.

He swivelled around in the floor to face Mrs Smith, and stood Topsy up in front of him. 

'Look!' he said. 'We're twins!'

'You are indeed,' said Mrs Smith. 'Are you still dry, sweetie?' she added. 

Pete looked at her, then put his hand to his padded crotch. He honestly couldn't be sure. He should still be dry, he thought. 

Mrs Smith saw his hesitation, and went towards him. Squatting next to him, she slid her fingers up the leg of his panties. 

'You're fine,' she said. 'Good boy.'

Pleased, Pete watched her go back to the kitchen, then looked in the basket for something else interesting to dress Topsy in.

Mrs Smith stopped as she reached the kitchen, and turned to look at Pete. The short dress he was wearing didn't cover his bulky diaper, and he looked adorable as he played. He bent forwards to reach something, and his dress rode up to expose most of his thickly diapered bottom. 

Mrs Smith smiled. She missed Erica, but Pete was turning out just as cute. 

To be continued. 

 

(If this is getting too schmaltzy, let me know.)    : )

[SGTbaby]

Nope it is working fine. It will be interesting to see if he rebels at all or when the “plan” is revealed! Looking forward to more!

[SallyKAT]

The Boarder's Tale Chapter 12

Pete had been playing happily for ten minutes or so when Mrs Smith called from the kitchen that lunch was ready. He was finding the dolls very absorbing to play with. He'd found another doll about Topsy's size in the bottom of the basket, and he'd dressed her as well. He'd had Star Wars figures and other toys in the past, but these were different. You couldn't dress and undress Star Wars figures, except maybe take a helmet off. These were much more real. He'd called the other doll Erica because she'd had a diaper on too when he found her. He thought of Topsy as himself, because she of her blue nightie and panties and her blonde pony tail. He made them have conversations and walk around together. Very cool, he thought. He wondered if they'd fit into the dolls house in Erica's room, and if Mrs Smith would let him play in there. 

When Mrs Smith called, Pete looked up, and reluctantly stopped moving the dolls around. He headed towards the kitchen, and Mrs Smith laughed. 

'What?' asked Pete.

'Nothing honey,' said Mrs Smith, still smiling. 

She'd just watched Pete crawl all the way across the living room floor, and she held out her hand to Pete as he reached the door to the kitchen. 

'Ups a daisy,' she said, and helped Pete to his feet. She patted his crotch as she did so. Pete was still dry. 

'Good boy,' she told Pete, who grinned at the praise. . 

Lunch was sandwiches followed by freshly baked scones. Pete was safe enough with sandwiches, thought Mrs Smith, but the scones had fresh cream and jam so she put his bib on from the start. He started to object but she  assured him that it was 'only plain' and he stopped complaining. Topsy sat on the table as they ate. 

When they'd finished eating, Mrs Smith helped Pete from his chair and held his hand as the walked to the kitchen door. She let go of his hand, and he dropped to the floor and with Topsy in one hand, crawled back to his basket and dolls' clothes. Mrs Smith smiled again. He looked so pretty. She wondered what she'd look like with her lovely hair in pigtails rather than her ponytail. 'His ponytail', she corrected herself and laughed at her mental error. But it hardly mattered with Pete. The only difference between him and and adorable little girl was a few centimetres and the little dangling thing between his legs. 

Mrs Smith cleaned up the kitchen, then sat on the sofa to watch the TV news. Pete continued playing. He'd been finding TV or radio news increasingly boring, and this was no different, He sat happily until a sports announcer said 'Jason is 19 and will train with the national team on Thursday.'

Pete sat still for a moment, then looked at Mrs Smith and began to cry. She knew the difference between a toddlers' faux tears, when they didn't get what they wanted, and real tears. Pete's tears were real. He was very upset, Mrs Smith could see, and she went to him and squatted next to him. 

'He's 19,' Pete said, pointing at the TV screen. 

Mrs Smith hadn't seen the segment, and asked 'Who?'

'On TV,' Pete said through his sobs. 'He's 19 and he had a car and...'

'Hey,' said Mrs Smith. 'I bet he's not sitting in front of a lovely warm fire with nice things like you are,' she said. 

'He just had shorts, no diaper,' said Pete. 'I'm 19,' he wailed. 

'Oh Pete,' Mrs Smith said, helping him up on the couch next to her. 

'19 is just your age, Pete,' she said. 'You can be bigger or littler than your age. Lots of people are.'

'I'm littler,' said Pete, looking at his exposed diaper. 

'Yes, you are, honey,' said Mrs Smith. 'But it's OK because you have me to look after you, and your sisters and mum at home.'

'I wasn't little before,' said Pete seriously. 

'People change, Pete,' said Mrs Smith, 'Just like you have.'

'But I'm grownup,' said Pete. 'Don't need a diaper.'

Pete began tugging at the elasticated hem of his plastic panty. 

'You wet your pants this morning, Pete,' Mrs Smith reminded him. 

'I'm grown up!' objected Pete. 

'Oh Pete,' said Mrs Smith. 

Dry or not, it was time to take Pete upstairs and put him in one of Erica's onesies, so he couldn't interfere with his diaper. She held out her hand, which Pete rejected. He got to.his feet by himself, and with his legs slightly apart, stopped crying and stood still. He stared silently for a few moments at Mrs Smith who looked back in surprise, then Pete burst into fresh tears and wrapped his arms tightly around her torso. 

She recognised what had happened, and reached down to feel the new bulge at the back of Pete's diaper. 

'I was grown up!' Pete wailed again as Mrs Smith stroked his back. 

She extracted himself from his embrace and felt the front of his diaper. He'd wet as well. 

'Come on, precious,' she said to her big, sobbing toddler. 'You need your diaper changed.'

 

To be continued.

 

 

[Fulldiaper]

He's regressing very nicely now he's pooping his diapers too?

[kasarberang]

Enjoying this story. Looking forward to more.

[kirababy]

Poor guy - he is in good hands, and will be led down his path nicely I think.  Love the details of the struggle within.

[SGTbaby]

Hehehe

[treasuresman]

Hey @SallyKAT would love another chapter from this awesome story thanks 

[Sarah Penguin]

[babyboypat]

Hey Miss Sally, yet again another story with a good plot. I do hope this story gets finished, I would love to see how far Pete regresses and hopefully he finds a lasting mummy baby relationship. 

Thanks for the story your old fan BBP

[SallyKAT]

I've made myself a bit busy here, but this one will be finished.  : )

[Fulldiaper]

Thank you, I know sometimes life comes at us like a freight train.