Why can’t I stay at home? Chapters 1-6

[SallyKAT]

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 1

I've done it again - started another story. Be patient!  : )

‘Why can’t I stay at home?’ Bob asked his wife as she drove them towards the large facility in the countryside not far out of their town.

‘Because I don’t think you’re ready for that yet, Bob, and neither does Dr Allen,’ replied Sue. 

‘I’d be fine,’ said Bob grumpily. ‘I’m quite capable of being at home.’

‘Bob, please,’ said Sue. ‘You still need a lot of help. Please stop arguing about it, OK?’

Bob grunted, and stared out of the window.

‘And don’t sulk, Bob,’ said Sue. ‘I’ll only be away for a month, and I don’t want to spend it worrying about you coping at home.’

‘I have actually lived by myself before,’ said Bob.

‘Not in your present condition,’ said Sue. ‘Now I don’t want any fuss from you. Dr Allen will be here, and I want you to be pleasant and cooperative.’ 

‘OK,’ said Bob.

He knew the decision had been made, but he was still unhappy. When he had to stop working, he knew things would be different. His medical, and he had to admit it, his psychological issues meant that he would be relying on Sue to a certain extent. However, the way it had worked out, he often felt that Sue was in charge rather than just helping him. He often felt like a kid the way she made the decisions and ordered him around, even in front of people. If he complained it was even worse. Sue would say he was being cranky, making him sound like a fractious child. She’d say she knew best, and the worst thing was she often did, only because she was aware of things that Bob wasn’t. He felt sort of cut off from the adult world, at least the world that Sue operated in. She didn’t discuss things with him like why they couldn’t do things at certain times. Bob’s lack of information wasn’t his fault. 

‘Here we are,’ said Sue as they parked near the imposing entrance of the building.

'Sue,' said Bob suddenly. 

He wanted to broach a subject that he had been trying to put to the back of his mind.

'What, honey?' said Sue. 

'About my night time, you know, things, you know,' said Bob. 

'Oh. don't worry,' said Sue. 'Dr Allen said that's all taken care of. The staff are very understanding, and you won't be the only one with the same needs.'

'Are you sure?' said Bob. 

Needing to wear a diaper at night had been a big issue for Bob. Sue had been diapering him every night for months now. It had been embarrassing enough having her do it, and Bob was worried about what would happen here.

'It's just...'; said Bob.

'Bob,' said Sue. 'Don't worry. I've discussed it with Dr Allen, and she said that they have a lot of patients in your position I know you're concerned about it, but try to be grown up. You need to wear them, the staff here are very experienced and there won't be a problem, OK?'

'OK,' said Bob.

It was just another reason to not want to be here, he thought. 

Sue got out of the car and went around to the passenger door as Bob got out. She stopped and tugged Bob’s sweater down over his pants.

‘I don’t want to do this,’ said Bob. 

‘Bob, I’ve told you. No fuss. I’ll be back in a month, and you will have everything you need here. The inpatient program is perfect for you,’ said Sue. 

Sue went to the back of the car and retrieved Bob’s small bag, which she gave to him. 

Bob followed Sue into the building. He hated institutions. He never thought he’d go anywhere near one, and still found it hard to believe that he was here as a patient. It was bad enough being reduced at home to a kind of patient. Here would be worse. He didn’t even have many clothes for his stay here. Sue said they’d be provided, and Bob couldn’t imagine what they’d give him. No one had mentioned Bob’s night time needs, and he certainly hadn’t brought up the embarrassing subject. He wondered about it. He didn’t think Sue had put any of his horrible night time pants, as he insisted on calling them, in his bag. They were in a big, bulky package with the other things in the bottom of his half of the wardrobe at home. Just something else, he thought, that was taken out of his hands, that didn’t need to be discussed with him. Not that he had asked about packing a bag for his stay here. That was just the sort of thing he was letting Sue do for him, he thought. He had to take more responsibility. The way things were going, she’d take over completely, he thought miserably.  

Dr Allen was waiting for them in the large foyer. Yet another arrangement he didn’t know about, thought Bob. How did they know he and Sue were coming?  Sue was often on her phone organizing things, without any reference to Bob. Usually the most Bob got when he asked was ‘I’m on the phone, Bob,’ or ‘Not now, Bob.’  

‘Hi Sue,’ said Dr Allen.

‘Hi Jane,’ replied Sue.

‘Hello, Bob,’ said Dr Allen, smiling at him.

‘Hi Dr Allen,’ said Bob.   

He would probably have liked Jane Allen, he thought. But he didn’t like ‘Dr Allen’ or the clinical world she represented.

‘Sue,’ said Dr Allen, ‘This is Mary Fenton. She’s the therapist I mentioned who will be managing Bob’s care while he’s here.’

‘Hi Sue,’ said Mary, shaking Sue’s hand. ‘I’m pleased to meet you. And you’re Bob,’ she said, turning to him with a smile but without offering her hand. ‘Hello, Bob,' she said. 'Welcome to Pine View. We’re all ready for you.’ 

Dr Allen took Sue and Bob into a side room with Mary. They sat while Dr Allen and Mary explained that Bob would be admitted – committed, more likely, thought Bob – as an inpatient in the assisted living ward. 

Assisted living, thought Bob. How had it come to this? He was 30 years old, and needed ‘assisted living’. Well, he thought, he didn’t really need it, it was just Sue’s decision, and Dr Allen’s. Other than the night time stuff, and maybe a few other minor things, he was a perfectly capable human being. Any need for assistance was temporary. He had a few physical problems, with his 'fine motor skills', and he forgot stuff sometimes, but that was mostly because Sue tried to do everything and didn’t tell him what was going on.

‘Bob?’ said Dr Allen.  

‘What?’ said Bob. 

He hadn’t been listening. 

‘Bob,’ said Sue, ‘Dr Allen was just explaining that it will be just like being at home. Mary or one of the other staff here will be on hand to help you with anything, and there are activity rooms with plenty of things to do in the activity periods.’

Activity periods, thought Bob. It sounds like a junior school.

‘That’s right,’ said Mary. ‘There are several rooms, and you’ll be able to find the level you’re most comfortable with. We’ll start you off in level three. You’ll make lots of new friends. You’ll be in a group with a group leader who can help you fit in right from the start.’

There was a bit more talk about meals and other arrangements, then everyone got up. Bob waited while Sue signed some papers, and soon he was saying good bye to her. He didn’t feel very good about that. 

‘Cheer up, Bob,’ said Mary, who seemed to know how Bob was feeling. ‘She’ll soon be back. Once you’ve said goodbye, I’ll show you your room and the activity space you’ll be in. There’s a lovely outdoor area too. You also need to wear this,’ Mary said, producing a pale blue plastic band like a Fitbit.

‘This goes on your wrist,’ she said, clipping it to Bob’s wrist and twisting a little key into the fastener. ‘It lets us know where you are, and if you need help, you just press the little button on top.’ 

Sue hugged Bob, and assured him he’d be fine. Bob couldn’t help becoming a little upset. Feeling emotional was one of the things that happened more easily now. He tried not to let it show, but Mary put her arm around him as Sue left. Bob was glad when Dr Allen left and Mary took him down a corridor farther into the building.

They passed various busy looking people, and Mary greeted some of them. As they walked along no one paid much attention to Bob, other than a few smiles.

‘This is the activities area,’ said Mary as they went through a pair of double doors into a well lit corridor. 

They passed an open area to one side, separated by a bright yellow balustrade. Beyond it were low tables and chairs, and several groups of people noisily involved in what looked like making things. There were brightly coloured drawings and posters on the walls. It looked like a kindergarten, thought Bob, expect that the people were too old for kindergarten. There were teenagers and some adults, male and female. They were all dressed in pastel coloured overalls, and Bob noticed that they all had plastic bracelets on like his. There was a woman at a desk at one end who was calling ‘Quiet please’ as they passed. 

Bob wondered if he’d be in a group like that. When he was first at home, he’d spent time playing internet games, but keeping up with the other players had become quite frustrating and Sue had bought him some things on Dr Allen’s advice. They were a bit young for him, probably, but they were a lot less competitive and Bob could do them at his own pace. He felt a little embarrassed at enjoying them, but he did, as long it was just at home. He realised that he was holding Mary’s hand, and squeezing it.   

‘That’s level two,’ said Mary, as if she’d read the concern in his mind. ‘You’ll be in level three.’  

They walked on, and Bob found himself worrying if level three would be stressful like the group internet games. 

To be continued.       

  

[kirababy]

interesting start and premise

[Eberhardt85]

I have to be honest, I absolutely love your stories with this particular premise!! If only... Hope you continue and can't really be mad at some of your stories not being completed as I've tried my hand at writing a few times too and always run into roadblocks...Never actually posted anything cuz just never got as far as u!!

 

[Sarah Penguin]

*hands sallyKAT a soft kitty-author plushie as a patient reader promise* Wonder if he'll make friends with other patients or if he'll end up making friends with plushies?

[SallyKAT]

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 2

'And here's your room,' said Mary, opening a door to a pleasant room with a window looking over a garden. 

There was a bed, a chair, a small desk and a wardrobe. On the bed was a stuffed toy. 

'Oh, that's Hannah's,' said Mary. 'She left him for the next patient.'

Mary picked up the plushy bear. 

'Dear Hannah,' she said. 'You'll be able to bring some personal things in here,' she added. 'Items you've made and so on. I'll take this with me, unless you want him to stay,' she concluded, picking up the bear. 

'Er, no, it's ok, it can stay,' said Bob. 

He was way too old for plushy toys, obviously, thought Bob, but it was a small human touch inthis strange place. He hoped Mary wouldn't think he was weird for wanting it to stay. 

Mary seemed quite pleased. She smiled at Bob and offered him the bear. 

'Hannah said his name is Bubbles,' said Mary. 'She'd be pleased he's found a new friend.'

Another woman appeared at the door. She was dressed in the same institutional uniform as Mary, and like Mary was in her thirties. She was a little chubby, and Bob could see her large breasts swelling under the top of her uniform. 

'Hello, Bob,' she said. 'I'm Anna. I see you've made a friend already,' she added, smiling at Bob holding Bubbles. 

'Anna's doing the late shift tonight,' Mary explained. 

'Yes,' said Anna. 'I've just popped past to meet you. I'll be back after dinner to settle you in bed. I've had a word with Sue and all's well.'

'Hi,' said Bob.

He felt embarrassed holding the bear, and to make matters worse, he needed the bathroom. He wanted to ask Mary after Anna had left, and clenched his legs together a little, but Mary again seemed to know what he was thinking.

'Do you need the bathroom now?' asked Mary. 

Bob caught the inference of 'bathroom now', as if they'd just been talking about the bathroom instead of just him going to bed. They had been talking about his diapers, he knew. 'Settling him into bed' and 'a word with Sue' were really about his diapers.

He wished he'd gone before he left home. His need to go these days came on more suddenly and was more urgent than it used to be. He'd had one or two very slight accidents when he couldn't get to the bathroom in time, but he was confident he wouldn't have that trouble here. 

'There's a bathroom just two doors down,' said Mary. 'I'll show you.'

Bob put Bubbles on the bed and was glad to follow Mary back into the corridor. 

'Here we are,' said Mary, opening the door. 

The bathroom was big and bright with white tiles. There were two toilets against a wall, with a bath and a shower, and a low padded bench. Bob couldn't see a urinal. 

'We don't have urinals,' said Mary. 'And no cubicles. There's no need to be modest here, and some of the patients need toilet supervision. I don't think you will. You'll get used to it,' she added breezily.

Bob was glad that Mary had left the room. Of course he wouldn't need 'toilet supervision' he thought crossly. So what was she doing still standing by the door? He slid down his pants, sat and peed. He wasn't very successful, and glanced up at Mary by the door before pulling up his pants. 

'You're probably nervous,' said Mary. 'You can go again later.'

She was certainly keeping a close eye on him, thought Bob.

They were soon back in his room, and Anna was still there.

'Well, I'm off,' she said, smiling at Bob. 'I'll see you later.'

Mary followed her outside, and the pair spoke in the corridor for a moment before Mary returned. Bob was getting used to adults talking without reference to him. Sue did it too. Not adults, he corrected himself. It was hard sometimes to figure out what his status was. He didn't drive now, or have a job, and he did rely on Sue a lot. And she diapered him at night, but only because he had trouble taping them up properly. Still, he was an adult too, even if he wasn't always included when they talked, he told himself.  

Anna had put some folded clothing on the bed, and Mary picked up a folded garment. 

'OK, Bob,' said Mary. 'First we'll get you changed.'

Bob looked at her, then at the pastel clothing in her hand.

'Just like the clothes you saw in the activity room,' said Mary, unfolding the garment. 'Pop your things off, please.'

Bob realised she expected him to strip in front of her. He slid off his shoes and socks, then took off his pants and shirt. 

'Everything, please,' said Mary. 'We've got some undies for you too.'

Oh well, thought Bob, and soon stood naked with his hands in front of him. 

Gently, Mary moved his hands aside. 

'There's a small procedure you'll have tomorrow morning,' she said. 'We just remove that bit of body hair. For hygiene.'

'Even for a short stay?' asked Bob. 

His pubic hair was a little sparse, nothing like Sue's thick, dark bush, but he was proud of what there was. 

'Yes,' said Mary. 'Now hop into these,' she said, holding out a pair of large, white underpants. 

'Everyone wears the same here,' she said. 'Girls and boys.'

Bob stepped into the underpants as Mary pulled them up to his waist. They were thin cotton interlock, and full cut like girls' panties, but they were quite comfortable. 

'Now this,' said Mary, handing Bob a pale blue t shirt. 

Last came the pale blue overalls. They were quite loose, and as Bob investigated the front he saw there was no fly. 

'Same for everyone again,' said Mary. 'The girls don't need a fly, of course, and neither do you boys. If you want to use the bathroom, you just undo these two clips on the straps,' she said, fastening the same two clips onto the bib. 'If they're a bit fiddly, just ask one of the staff.'

Bob stood in his new clothing. He hadn't worn overalls for years, and felt a bit childish in a coloured pair.

'Shoes?' asked Bob, noticing that Mary had picked up his old sneakers with his other clothes. 

'Under the bed,' said Mary. 'Easy to put on and off - no shoelaces,' 

Bob looked under the bed, and found a pair of blue shoes. He did have trouble with shoelaces, and wondered if Sue had mentioned that to Mary. He didn't want people here to think he was incompetent. 

'Last of all,' said Mary, and clipped a name tag to Bob's bib. 

Bob looked down. The plastic tag had two blue balloons on it next to his name in large letters. 

Mary laughed. 

'Balloons for boys and flowers for girls,' she said. 'It's just a bit of fun.'

'OK,' said Mary, picking up Bob's unwanted clothing. 'I'll leave you and Bubbles here for a minute then come and take you to the afternoon activities session.'

Bob was left alone with the toy. It was like entering a new world, he thought. 

'At least I have one friend,' he said aloud to Bubbles, standing the toy in front of him on the bed, then immediately felt embarrassed at talking to a stuffed animal. 

He picked up the toy, and turned to see himself in the mirror on the wardrobe. In his pale blue overalls, coloured shoes and name tag, holding Bubbles, he looked like a large child, even a toddler. 

Suddenly, he missed Sue more than ever, and felt like crying. He did his best not to, and turned to lie on the bed, clutching Bubbles. 

To be continued. 

 

 

 

 

 

[SallyKAT]

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 3

Anyone reading this may want to reread the preceding chapter, which I've edited. 

The reality of his situation seemed to be coming home to him. His wife was going overseas on a business trip, and she had put him 'into care', because she and his doctor had decided that as an adult of 30, he wasn't capable of looking after himself alone at home. He told himself he could, but as Sue had said several times, he needed to be realistic, and not just listen 'to his pride talking'. He had to admit, he did need help with some things, and as he'd heard Sue say on the phone to the lady at the medical supply store where she bought his diapers, 'My husband's a bedwetter'.

That had been hard to hear, and was the first time he'd burst into tears in front of Sue. But he knew he wasn't at Pine View just for bedwetting. He sobbed quietly as he held Bubbles close, glad for the soft little animal's company. 

Then the urge to pee returned. Bob clambered to his feet, and wiped his eyes. He made his way to the door and set off down the corridor. 

He couldn't find the door to the bathroom. They were all bedrooms, with people's names on them, except for one called 'Staff', with the door ajar. He glanced into that room and saw shelves on the walls and a woman sitting at a desk. She looked up as he quickly left, realising that he'd turned the wrong way out of his room. He really had to pee now, and stopped for a moment to grip his genitals through the overalls before hurrying past his bedroom. His breath was coming fast, and he began to cry again. 

He felt relief wash over him as he reached the door marked 'Bathroom' and rushed inside. He raced to one of the toilets against the tiled wall and grappled with the clips on his overalls. They were fiddly, as he remembered Mary telling him. He dropped Bubbles, whom he was still clutching, and tried again to unclip the fasteners. At last he got them undone, and slid the overalls to the floor. He felt a few trickles of pee, and it was all he could do to sit without taking off his big white undies. He couldn't stop until he was all done, and he sat for a moment, picking up Bubbles from near his feet. It was only his undies that were wet, he thought. That had happened before. He'd just go back to his room and they'd dry out. Everything was OK. He did his best to staunch his sniffles. 

'Are you OK, honey?' came a voice from the door. 'I was in the staff office and I thought I saw you rushing around. I can see you're new. What's your name?'

'Bob,' replied Bob. 'I'm OK. I just had to go to the toilet.'

'I can see that,' said the lady, looking carefully at Bob's clothing. 'And who's this?' she asked, looking at the soft toy. 'It looks like Bubbles.'

'It is,' said Bob. 'I just had him, I mean I was holding him...'

'That's OK,' said the woman. 'I'm Jill. Now, stand up and we'll get you sorted out. Have you wet your panties, sweetie?'

'A bit, I mean I had to go, and I went the wrong way, and I couldn't get the things undone, and...' said Bob, feeling his emotions rising again. 

'Hey,' said Jill, 'It's all right. No harm done. Now, Mary's looking after you, isn't she?'

Bob nodded. 

'Right, well first we'll call her, then get you fixed up. Have you used your button yet?'

Bob looked at her questioningly. 

'On your wrist, honey. Can you just give that a press?' said Jill. 

Bob pressed the button, which gave a little beep. 

'Good,' said Jill. 'Now, stand up and we'll get you out of those wet knickers.'

Bob stood and put a hand on Jill's shoulder as she first helped him out of shoes, socks and overalls then out of his wet underpants. 

'Good,' said Jill. 'Now your top.'

Bob was standing naked in front of Jill. 

'OK, now hop into the shower, please,' she said as Mary came into the bathroom. 

'Just a minor accident,' said Jill as Bob showered. 'He got lost on the way to the bathroom and ended up wetting his undies. I found him in here with Bubbles, not too happy, but it's all good now.'

Mary looked concerned. 

'Are you OK, Bob?' she asked him as he showered. 

'Yes,' said Bob. 

He was OK, but very embarrassed. He hadn't made a good first impression. 

'Thanks, Jill,' said Mary. 'I'll take it from here.'

'OK,' said Jill, handing Bubbles to Mary. 'See you later.'

Jill left the bathroom, and Mary collected Bob's clothing, dropping his wet underpants in a laundry basket, and held a towel out for Bob as he emerged from the shower. 

Back in Bob's room, Mary found another pair of white underpants. 

'You've had accidents like that before, haven't you honey,' said Mary. 

'Yes, sort of,' said Bob, 'But not very often.'

'Mm,' said Mary. 'Well, we'll keep an eye on that.'

She helped Bob into the dry underpants and then into his overalls. 

'We can go straight to the activities room now, unless you want a nap instead. You can start activities tomorrow if you want a rest,' said Mary. 

'I'm OK,' said Bob. 'Activities.'

At least it would take his mind off what had just happened, thought Bob. 

'Good,' said Mary, clipping up Bob's bib. 'Do you want to bring Bubbles?'

'No,' said Bob, surprised at her suggestion. 

He was too old for plush toys. Still, he was glad to take Mary's hand as they walked towards the roomful of strangers in the activities room. 

To be continued. 

 

[kirababy]

nice addition

[SallyKAT]

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 4

The level three activities area wasn't far from Bob's bedroom. They reached it after a short walk along the corridor and around the corner. The room was beyond large double doors, which Mary opened. 

Inside there was something of a commotion. Jill was there, with her arm around a chubby blonde woman in her early twenties. She had what looked like smears of poster paint on her face and her overalls, and she was crying lustily. She looked at Bob unhappily, and wiped her tears with paint covered fingers, smearing more paint on her face. 

'She pooped herself!' said another woman of about the same age next to her, tugging at Jill's uniform. 

'We know that, Molly, now please, go back to your seats everyone!' Jill said to the overalled group clustered around her. 

'Tessa, honey, it's OK,' Jill told her, shepherding the crying girl past Mary and Bob. 

Bob looked down at the distressed girl's overalls. It was obvious that she was wearing a diaper. 

'Sorry, Mary. A bit of a situation,' she said, giving Tessa a hug. 'She probably should be in two. There's a spot for Bob in the group at the front table,' she said, indicating a table near her desk. Jo's the group leader. She'll help out.'

'She keeps doing it!' said a boy in his late teens. Bob saw that he was diapered too. 

'Peter, please, enough. Go back to your table. Mary's here and I'll be back in a few minutes,' said Jill. 'Everyone!' she added. 'No dessert tonight for anyone who isn't back in their seat when I come back!'

The room calmed down as the wandering occupants returned to the tables scattered around the space. 

'I didn't mean to,' sobbed Tessa, looking up at Jill. 

Bob watched as Tessa wiped her paint covered fingers on the bib of her overalls. The bib bulged out over her full breasts. 

'I know you didn't, Tess,' said Jill. 'Come on.'

Jill and Tessa left the room, leaving Mary and Bob standing alone. 

'Everybody, this is Bob,' said Mary. 

Bob looked around. There was certainly a lot going on in the room. The half dozen tables were covered in paper and various constructions, and there was a group of three or four people sitting on the floor at one end of the room doing something there. Everyone was looking at Bob. 

'Hello,' said Bob, and received a chorus of cheerful greetings. 

'Bob will be in Jo's group,' said Mary. 'You'll get to know him. Bob's looking after Bubbles,' she added. 

Bob wished she hadn't said that. Not only did it make him sound childish, but he had begun to think of Bubbles as something quite personal to him in this strange new place. 

There was some chatter about Bubbles as Mary led Bob to Jo's group, and he heard the name Hannah. 

Jo was about sixteen, and had been drawing on a large sheet of paper. She had red hair braided into two plaits.

'Jo will help you settle in,' Mary told Bob as he sat in the spare seat at the table. 'She's been a group leader since Christamas and has been here for nearly a year, so she knows her way around.'

'One year one month,' corrected Jo. 

'Thanks, Jo,' said Mary. 'If you need to know anything, or need any help, you can ask Jo.'

'We're doing drawing,' Jo told Bob. 'I've put your crayons and pencils in a cup. There are finger paints too. Sorry, I thought you were Bobbi, in Hannah's room and all that.'

Bob looked at the cup marked Bobbi.

'Thats a girl's name!' said a woman about Bob's age, whose fingers and bib were covered in bright colours. 

'And I've got a boy's name, haven't I?' replied Jo. 

'OK, settle down,' said Mary. 'Boys and girls are just the same here. 

'You're Bobbi, then,' said a solidly built teen at the far end of the table. 'It's a good name.'

There was a chorus of 'Bobbi' as Bob sat and Jo gave him a sheet of paper. 

'Hello Bobbi,' said the girl sitting next to him.

She was about twenty five, with short dark hair. 

'I'm Patty, and this is Sally,' she said, leaning down to pick up a doll from the floor next to her chair. Bob looked down and saw that she was diapered too. 

'Sally and Bubbles are friends,' said Patty. 'Can she come and visit Bubbles?'

'Yeah, sure,' said Bob. 

It was a lot to take in, and Bob was quiet as he began drawing a tree as Jo had suggested. He wondered how he fitted in here. But then, he thought, everyone seemed friendly, and - he didn't like to think about it - he had just wet his underpants and he needed diapers at night, so maybe it was just his pride that made him feel embarrassed about being here. 

'That's a good tree, Bobbi,' said Patty a few minutes later, and despite the name, Bob felt pleased. 

To be continued.

 

[SallyKAT]

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 5

The afternoon activities session in level three continued. 

Jo kept her group well organised. She praised Patty's drawing of a green elephant, and was very complimentary about Bob's tree when he'd finished it and showed her. In his mind, it made up a little for wetting his underpants. He felt less embarrassed about that when Patty leaned across to Jo and said quietly, 'I wet my diaper.'

Bob watched as Patty picked up her doll and Jo took her to Jill, who warned the group to be quiet and behave, then took Patty by the hand and led her out of the room. They returned a few minutes later. Patty's bulky bottom meant that she'd had her diaper changed, and she sat again next to Bob and continued her drawing. 

Over the next half hour, Bob watched several other diapered people leave the room with Jill and return, including the boy Peter, and including one girl who was in tears. 

'She's new too,' Patty told Bob. 'That's Elise. She got here last week, and kept telling us that she was here by mistake. She kept saying she was a zeckertive.'

'Executive,' said Bob. 

'Yes, I think so,' said Patty. 'Anyway she wet her pants at lunchtime on her first day, then she wet them in activities. Molly said she pooped her pants too. You're not allowed to wet your pants or poop them. If you do, you have to wear a diaper, that's why she's got one now, but she still cries like that.'

'She's silly,' said a woman across the table. 'Everybody here ends up in diapers.'

'No they don't,' said Patty. 'Jo's not.'

'She's older,' said the woman, who looked about twenty five. 'She's a group leader.'

'She's younger than you,' said Bob, sure that she was. 

'Older here doesn't mean birthdays older,' said the woman. 

'Enough chatter,' Jo said. 'On with your work please. Bobbi doesn't want to know all that.'

On the contrary, Bob did. Maybe he didn't belong here after all, he thought. There were mostly women here, too. That was odd, he thought. 

'Are they mostly girls here?' he asked Patty. 

'Yes,' said Patty, 'Only Peter, and that other boy, and you, but you've got a girl's name. My mummy said it used to be just a girls' home, then Dr Allen...'

'Patty, I've told you to get on with your work,' Jo said. 'Do you want to go to Dr Allen for another spanking?'

'No,' said Patty, and was immediately quiet and absorbed in her work. 

Bob felt the urge to pee again, and was about to tell Jo when she got up and walked over to Jill's desk. Bob saw that she wasn't diapered, but her overalls were quite tight and there was still something thicker than panties under them. He squirmed in his seat. 

Jo was talking to Jill, who then stood up. 

'Listen please,' said Jill. 'I just want to remind everyone that you're here to be helped, not to make up stories about other patients and to spread gossip about Pine View. Things go very well here if you all behave and get on with your work, but as some of you know very well, Dr Allen takes a dim view of misbehaviour and especially gossip about things you don't really understand.'

The group listened in silence. Bob really had to pee, and wasn't sure whether he should wait for Jo to come back, ask Jill or just run for the door. He was reaching the end of his tether. He stood up, and while the group was still silent, he said 'I have to pee!' and stood, clutching his crotch. 

Jill looked at Jo, then at Bob. 

'OK, Bob,' she said. 'Come on.'

Bob rushed towards Jill, who took his hand and led him towards the door into the hallway. He began peeng his pants as they reached it. 

'Bobbi needs a diaper!' he heard as they hurried along the corridor to the bathroom. 

He was crying by the time they reached it. 

To be continued. 

 

 

 

[littleTomás]

Well done! I can’t wait for more.

[Eberhardt85]

Great new chapters!! Hope you can continue!!

 

[SallyKAT]

Hi Eberhardt. I'll keep going when I have time. Thanks for liking the story!  Sal

[Sarah Penguin]

[SallyKAT]

Why can’t I stay at home? Chapter 6

Bob was devastated as he followed Jill into the bathroom. He had done his best to stop the torrent of pee that now soaked his overalls from the crotch to his socks, with his feet now squishing inside his shoes. All he could think about was that he'd just been considering whether he belonged here or not, and how the woman Elise certainly did, regardless of her protests. And now, in front of everyone, he'd displayed his own absolute needs. 

He felt as bad as he did months ago, on the night Sue had produced a thick diaper and told him that he needed to wear it, despite his pleas. She'd been right - Bob had worn and used a diaper every night since then, to the point that being diapered at night had become part of his personality as well as his life. 

He wondered what would happen now. He worried that he'd be diapered during the day, like the other diapered patients in the activity group. 

He stood sobbing, his hands on Jill's shoulders as she squatted to remove his shoes. This couldn't be worse, he thought, then he felt a convulsion through his body, and with an inadvertent loud grunt, soiled himself heavily. 

In wet overalls, and feeling the warm mass sagging in his underwear, Bob's crying increased to a bawling wail. 

Jill had his shoes off, and with a steady look at Bob, stood to unclip his bib. 

At that point, Mary entered the bathroom, carrying Bubbles. 

'Here you are, Bob,' she said, as Bob clutched at the toy. 

'His card says 'occasional light wetting',' Jill said as she carefully lowered Bob's laden panties. 'He's just messed himself too.'

'I can see,' said Mary. 'He'll need reassessment. But first let's calm him down. I heard him crying from my office.'

'I've called an aide for the group,' Jill said. 'This could take some time.'

'Yes,' said Mary, looking at the now naked Bob. 'Here honey, drink this,' she said, holding a small plastic cup of red liquid to his lips. 

Bob drank the contents of the little cup, and within a few seconds, stopped crying. 

'Is that better?' asked Mary. 

Bob nodded. 

'Good,' said Mary. 'You had an accident, Bob, and we're going to clean things up and put you in nice dry clothes.'

'I'm Bobbi,' said Bob with a silly grin, looking at Mary, who glanced at Jill. 

'It's what the others are calling him,' Jill explained. 

'I see,' said Mary. 'OK, Bobbi, do you remember wetting your pants before?'

Bob nodded again, smiling at Mary. It felt good to say yes to her. In fact, he was feeling good all over. He put one hand to his penis. 

'No, Bobbi,' said Mary, pushing his hand aside. 'Now, you wear a diaper at night because you wet the bed, don't you?' asked Mary. 

Bob thought for a moment. Yes, he did. 

'Yes,' he said happily, smiling at Mary. 

'And you've been wetting your pants during the day too, haven't you?' Mary asked. 

Bob nodded enthusiastically. He'd just wet, and he remembered wetting his panties before that. He definitely wet his pants during the day. 

'Lots of times,' he said.

'Good boy,' said Mary. 'Now, you're going to have a shower, then we're going to put you in a nice dry diaper, just like your new friends in the activity group.'

'And Jo,' said Bob. 

Mary looked at Jill in surprise. She was impressed by Jo, and thought her potty training was pretty good. 

'Pullups,' said Jill quietly. 

Mary nodded as she helped Bob into the shower. He was a bit dopey from the sedative, but safe enough standing in the shower soaping himself. Jill went to a cupboard and found a thick diaper and overalls for Bob. 

'He won't need overalls or shoes,' said Mary. 'I think he needs a nap rather than going back to the group today. Just the diaper will do. I'll finish dressing him in his room, and you can get back to the group.'

'OK,' said Jill, handing Mary the diaper and leaving to go back to her activities group. Mary got Bob dried and took him naked back to his room. 

Once there, she talced and diapered him, then took a flannelette garment from the wardrobe. She slipped it over Bob's head and did up the studs at the crotch. 

'So your diaper doesn't slip off,' Mary said. 'Everyone wears one over their bedtime diaper here,' she said, as Bob appeared to be about to object. 

But all Bob said was 'Bubbles.'

''He's still in the bathroom,' said Mary. 'I'll get him in a minute.'

As Bob sat on the bed in his onesie, Mary saw a rivulet of drool run from his lower lip down his chin. Drooling was a common side effect in the first half hour or so after the sedative, and Mary opened a drawer in the bedside table and took out an adult sized pacifier which she held to Bob's lips, wiping the drool from his neck and chin as she did so. 

Bob made no objection to the pacifier, and began sucking on it. Mary settled him under the bedclothes, then reached down and pulled up a little fence around the bed. 

By the time she'd returned from the bathroom with Bubbles, Bob was drowsily mumbling around his pacifier. Mary put Bubbles next to him and Bob snuggled up to the toy. 

Good, thought Mary. She lowered the window blind and looked again at Bob. Their methods made such a change, she thought. Bob looked angelic now, compared with the distressed, sobbing boy in wet and messy pants of not long ago. 

She'd wake him for dinner, she thought. He'd be reassessed tomorrow after his procedure. He be diapered from now on, obviously, and Mary wondered if he'd stay in the big group. That was up to Dr Allen as much as anyone else. 

She left the room. 

Bob lay between wake and sleep. He had a strange idea that he was a baby again as he clutched Bubbles and felt the gentle pull of his studded crotch against the thick softness of his diaper. 'Mummy,' he muttered around his pacifier, and peed slightly into his diaper. 

To be continued. 

 

 

 

 

[Sarah Penguin]

[babyboypat]

Sally once again another good story. I hope you find the time in your busy life to finish this story. 

Thanks old fan BBP

[kirababy]

all i can do is wonder more about the facility, and why he is there, for how long he'll be there (don't believe it is just a 30 day stay), and what their technique and angle is

[Sarah Penguin]

25 minutes ago, kirababy said:

all i can do is wonder more about the facility, and why he is there, for how long he'll be there (don't believe it is just a 30 day stay), and what their technique and angle is

Hmm they might be planning to remove his brain and install into it into newborn infant android  so he can spend forever staring at his crib mobile in their stage zero playgroup and nurse his robot bottles between diaper changes.

[SallyKAT]

I have to admit I hadn't thought of that, Sarah, but it's a plausible storyline.  : )

[Sarah Penguin]

30 minutes ago, SallyKAT said:

I have to admit I hadn't thought of that, Sarah, but it's a plausible storyline.  : )

Feel free to grab any ideas for any maximum silliness stories *nodsnods*