Ann and Joe Chapter 1-7

Ann and Joe Chapter 1

Same old plot – I’ll think of something new eventually! I know that some people like this scenario. I do to, so I hope those who like it enjoy it.

Joe’s recovery was trying for both him and his wife Ann.

Ann was trying to juggle her job as an executive with an international company with caring for Joe, and there was still their large home and grounds to look after. They had a gardener, who now took on Joe’s chores in the garden as well, but Ann had always liked to do her own housework, and continued to do so.

It was six months after the accident, and Joe was still struggling. He was whole physically, but he still had motor problems. His coordination was not improving as well as had been hoped. The months in hospital had robbed him of much of his strength, and he still had a lot of trouble with simple tasks. He emotional state continued to be fragile, and his short term memory was not up to complex tasks. He needed reminding often for ordinary things, and would surprise Ann by odd behaviours such as forgetting to put his pants on after his shower bath unless Ann helped him dress, or he would ask silly questions or misinterpret straightforward things. In short, he could be a trial, even for Ann who loved him.

Ann had found that she had to institute some rules around the house. She couldn’t trust Joe in the kitchen, for example, so he was banned from there without Ann being present. He no longer drove, of course, and couldn’t use the keypad on the phone, or a keyboard. Ann had been working from home as much as she could, but that practice had been taking a toil on her work, and much as she tried not to, she had begun to resent having to supervise Joe most of the day.

Joe was OK settled in front of the screen, watching the material he liked. He wasn’t interested in talking heads, and couldn’t follow complex storylines. He wasn’t interested in current affairs any more, and although Ann had tried to follow the doctors’ directions and push him towards more challenging material just as Joe’s physical therapy was intended to ask increasingly more of him, she felt less guilt as time went on about taking the easy option and letting Joe watch the cartoons and childrens’ programs he preferred. She even lied slightly to the doctors about that, justifying her decisions by reminding herself how irresponsible Joe had been in lying to her about what he was doing at the time of the accident. He had been drunk, and had been on his way to visit his secretary, ostensibly as far as Ann could make out to deliver some work material to the girl. Ann suspected it was more than that, but she hadn’t been able to get the story from Joe and the girl herself had returned to New Zealand and was well out of reach. There wasn’t much point pursuing it, anyway. Things were what they were, and Joe was certainly loving in his way, and Ann found a new kind of fondness for him in caring for him. It wasn’t as though Joe was out of reach in any way, either. There were times when he was his old self, just with some physical problems. But most of the time, he was ‘compromised’ as one of the doctors had said, and quite dependent on Ann. They’d had no children, and sometimes Ann found that his affectionate dependence made her feel maternal in a way. Ann did feel guilty about that. After all, he was 28, and while not an imposing physical specimen, he was not a child, even if he did behave like one at times.

Ann looked now at Joe, who was sleeping on the sofa. He often got tired in mid afternoon, and Ann was happy to let him sleep. An afternoon nap reduced the chance of him becoming frustrated and fractious which he did when he was tired. Ann understood how hard it must be for him, and did her best to keep him happy. She smiled at her sleeping husband. He had a favourite pillow, which he tended to clutch close when he slept. He even took it to bed with him now. Ann didn’t mind. They didn’t have sex any more – Joe was effectively impotent now, but he liked cuddling.

Apart from his occasional grumpy turns, the only time he was a real handful was when he wet the bed. He hated that happening, and now that it was happening a couple of times a month, Ann had suggested that he slept in the spare bedroom. He was still welcome in her bed for a cuddle in the evening and in the morning when he would wander in and climb into the big bed they had once shared, but for the bulk of the night Ann preferred him in his own bed with the plastic sheet he resented so much beneath him. It saved a lot of washing. Ann had suggested night time protective pants for him, but he had got so cross she dropped the subject. He’d wet twice in the last week, and even with the plastic sheet it still meant washing the bottom sheet and the pyjamas he now wore, as well as his favoured pillow, which had had managed to soak as well on the last occasion.

A few days later, Ann was asked to attend to some work that had to be done in the office. Ann had minimized it as much as she could, but she still had to be away from home for two whole days. She was ashamed to admit it, but she was looking forward to the break. She had organized with Joe’s physical therapist someone to come to the house, just to keep an eye on things and make sure Joe was OK. She wondered how Joe would take the news. He could be very insistent that he could cope alone, but the few times Ann had left him alone he had had a few issues. There was the pan boiled dry that had initiated the kitchen ban, and another time he had spilled the lunch she had left for him all over the leather armchair he was sitting in. They weren’t big things, but Ann felt that it was still risky to leave him home all day.

‘I don’t need anyone!’ Joe had said predictably when Ann had broached the subject.

Ann had used the phrase ‘sit with you’, innocently enough, but it had got Joe upset.

‘You said a sitter,’ he complained. ‘I don’t need a sitter. I’m a grown man.’

‘Yes, honey,’ said Ann, ‘But you forget things. You drop things. It’s not your fault, but it’s too risky.’

‘No!’ said Joe, and set his mouth in a pout.

Ann couldn’t help laughing. She hugged Joe, and tried to explain again, to more resistance from Joe. She had to put her foot down.

‘Joe, it’s done, honey,’ she said. ‘I’ve arranged for her to come tomorrow and the next day. She has a lot of experience looking after people, and I’m sure you’ll like her. She works with people with problems all the time, and you can just do what you normally do. She’ll be there to help you if you need, just like I am.’

So it was settled.

Peg worked as a nurse at a respite centre for injured adults and children, and she had impressed Ann at an interview at the centre where the therapist had directed Ann. Ann liked the centre too. It seemed a very caring environment, where the patients were accepted with their various issues. Ann decided to keep the place in mind. She hadn’t told Joe, but she was under consideration for a job on the other side of the country for a few weeks. On the strength of what she’d seen at the centre, she had decided to make herself definitely available. She was hoping that if Joe had a good rapport with Peg, it might be possible for him to stay at the centre for a while. Ann decided to have a chat with Peg about it too.

Peg was a no-nonsense woman, well built and deliberate in her actions, but clearly patient and with a kind heart. She had asked Ann a lot of questions about Joe’s behavior and his needs, and Ann felt confident that Joe would be in good hands.

To be continued.

Re: Ann and Joe Chapter 2

Ann and Joe Chapter 2

The next morning, Joe woke up to a wet bed.

‘Great,’ he thought. ‘Just what I need to start the day with this ‘sitter’ turning up.’

He glanced at the clock next to his bed. Just before 7am, he read carefully, counting around from the 12 on his fingers. It was annoying not to be able to read clocks at first glance any more. ‘Cognition’ the therapist had said. He wasn’t sure quite how it worked, but his cognition was not very good with some things. He was pleased anyway. Peg the SItter as he thought of her wasn’t due until 8am, with Ann leaving at 8.30. He would have time to get the sheet and his soaked PJs into the laundry.

As he was calculating the times, Ann appeared.

‘Good morning, honey,’ she said. ‘You didn’t come in this morning. You must have slept like a log.’

Joe usually woke early, and often trotted in to see Ann after he woke.

‘Up you get,’ said Ann brightly. ‘Peg will be here any minute.’

Joe froze.

‘But she’s coming at 8 o’clock!’ he objected, squeezing his thighs together under the bedclothes and feeling his clammy, cold pyjamas against his skin, and pulling the ebdspread defensively towards himself as he sat up.

That’s right,’ said Ann. 'In about two minutes. I’ll get ready to go and Peg can get your breakfast. You two can get to know each other. ’

Joe silently cursed his poor cognition. He often left out numbers when he was counting. He must have done it again.

‘Hurry up,’ said Ann, moving towards him.

She stopped, recognising the fearful look on Joe’s face, and noting the way he was holding the bedspread up to his chest.

‘Oh, honey,’ said Ann. ‘Are you wet?’

Joe felt his control and power slip away like a receding wave. He looked up at Ann, dressed, mature, and three inches taller than him - which he’d got used to, even when people made insensitive jokes about it, but now, with Joe in bed and Ann bustling around removing the bedclothes, she seemed ten feet tall. Joe tried as hard as he could to prevent the rising tide of tears that soon overcame him.

‘Hey, shh,’ said Ann, stopping her bed stripping to help Joe up and pulling him towards her full, perfumed body. ‘No tears. It’s just a wet bed and jarmies. It’s OK.’

Joe’s tears began to subside. He always felt better after Ann’s reassurances. He stood still as she pulled down his wet brushed cotton pyjama pants, and put up his arms as she took off his top. He stood shivering slightly, his now soft musculature tensing and untensing, and his little soft penis dangling between his legs.

The sight Ann had once found erotic now made her smile. She gave Joe another hug, and the doorbell rang.

‘Don’t tell her!’ Joe said urgently.

‘It’s OK, honey,’ Ann said. ‘Peg looks after lots of people, and I’m sure she’s seen a wet bed before. Just a minute!’ Ann called over her shoulder as she found a towel for Joe.’

‘Put this on, honey,’ she said, wrapping her shivering husband in the large towel. ‘I’ll let Peg in then we’ll sort you out.’

‘Don’t tell her!’ repeated Joe as Ann left him standing in the room while she left with the scrunched up bottom sheet in her hands.

Ann opened the front door on her way to the laundry.

Peg was a woman of about 40. She was trained as a pediatric nurse, but looked after patients of all ages at the centre. the training was handy, as many of the patients, like Joe, were convalescing from traumatic injury. Some were dealing with physical injuries, and some, like Joe, had a combination of physical and mental issues. As Ann had suggested to Joe, a wet bed was par for the course for Peg.

Peg greeted Ann and glanced at the wet sheet.

‘Oh, we had a wet bed this morning,’ said Ann.

Peg had discussed Joe’s wetting in their interview. In Peg’s opinion, twice a month was the trigger for night-time protection, but Ann had explained that Joe’s recent spate of wet beds was not the norm. She blamed it on several late nights they’d had and cold weather making Joe sleep more soundly.

‘I see,’ Peg had said and had made a note in the book she had open during the interview. Often, if a primary carer was close, their view was somewhat unrealistic. They tended to make excuses for the patient. As a sitter, Peg was not in the same position i relation to Joe as she might be if as Ann suggested, Joe might become an inpatient for a few weeks, but she was not particularly surprised to find that her newest charge had wet his bed. She wondered what Joe’s attitude might be, whether he was in denial or whther he was beginning to accept his situation. Peg was a great believer in patients being realistic about their condition, and that meant normalising whatever it was as far as possible, subject of course to the opportunities for recovery. That meant dealing with bedwetting not as a drastic problem, but just as a normal part of life, for now at least.

Ann showed Peg into the living area.

‘I’ll have to rush a but, I’m sorry,’ Ann explained. ‘I wanted to leave at 8.30, but I’ll have to get this washing on and then get Joe’s breakfast sorted. And get Joe into the shower. He normally showers at night but…’

‘Ann, don’t worry,’ said Peg, taking off her coat to reveal a full pair of breasts under a soft blue sweater, a rounded belly and full hips. Her build and condition in general spoke of considerable physical strength. ‘I’ll deal with Joe. You get his breakfast - you know where everything is. ONe boy is much the same as another, even naked. It will be into the deep end for him, but I’ve dealt with a lot of boys, and girls, and I’m sure we’ll be OK.’

‘Well, he’s hardly a boy,’ said Ann. ‘He’s 28.’

‘They’re still all boys,’ said Peg with a laugh. ‘When they need help.’

Ann laughed too. Peg’s comment resonated with her. She was sure they’d get on. She hoped Joe would like Peg as well.

Ann went to the kitchen, and indicated the hallway to Peg, who set off to find Joe.

She passed the empty master bedroom, and glanced into the equally empty ensuite bathroom she saw leading off it. Raising her eyebrows, she went on to the next room and found Joe there, sitting on the plastic-sheeted mattress, clutching a small blue cushion.

‘Comfort item,’ she thought to herself immediately when she saw the way Joe was holding the pillow. He was sucking on one corner of it and was anxiously staring at the doorway as Peg walked in.

‘That,’ she said with a warm smile, ‘Is a very nice looking cushion. Is it your favourite?’

Suitably disarmed, Joe nodded, his eyes widening.

‘I’m Peg,’ said Peg, ‘But you can call me Peggy. You can call me anything you like, actually. But not Piggy. My big brother called me that. Have you got any big brothers or sisters who call you funny names?’

‘Er, sisters,’ Joe said.

He was feeling confused. The dragon sitter lady he imagined had turned out to be quite nice. She liked his cushion, and didn’t say ‘Put that down,’ as Ann did. Her brother called her a rude nickname too, just like his sisters did to him. Baby Joe, they called him, right up until high school. It was a bad enough nickname, but worse because of his bedwetting. Joe didn’t dare tell Peggy about that. Not even Ann knew. Joe was suddenly aware of the plastic sheet on the bed. Peggy couldn’t have missed it, but she hadn’t said anything.

Peg was almost on top of Joe now. She practically lifted him from the bed with her strong arms and had him standing in front of her. SHe must have seen the plastic sheet. It had even squeaked as Joe slid slightly on it as she stood him up. Joe glanced at it.

‘It’s just in case of accidents,’ he offered weakly.

‘I know, honey. It’s a very good idea. It saves a lot of work. Now, Ann is making your breakfast, and my job is to get you showered and dressed. Before you say anything, I’ve showered and dressed a lot of boys. And men, too,’ she added with a laugh and taking Joe by the hand. ‘So, off we go. Which way to the bathroom? Do you use Ann’s, or do you have your own?’

‘Mine,’ said Joe quietly, leading Peg into the large main bathroom. Peg took in the big shower enclosure and the bath. She almost expected to see bath toys alongside the bath, but it was bare except for some bubble bath.

‘Do you like bubbles in the bath?’ she asked.

‘Ann got it,’ he said.

Peg smiled, and took hold of Joe’s towel. Joe moved away, but Peg held his arm.

‘It’s OK, Joe,’ she said. ‘You can’t get in the shower wrapped in a towel, and I have seen naked boys before, as I said. Do you want to sit on the toiet for a minute first?’

Joe didn’t have much choice. Peg had led him to the toilet, half spun him to remove the towel, and had plopped him gently on the seat. At least she couldn’t see his privates very well, Joe thought.

Peg had found that taking control over such intimate activities as using the toilet was something like mastering the horses she used to ride. It was important in any carer patient relationship for the patient to feel that the carer was in charge, and taking over toileting was a good way of doing that. Making it feel normal ws the also part of Peg’s proven method with caring for ‘challenged’ and ‘compromised’ patients. It took away their anxiety.

Peg was folding the towel over a towel rail as she turned to the seated Joe.

‘Do you normally do poos in the mornings?’ she asked as if she were asking about the weather.

‘Er, sometimes,’ said Joe.

Peg laughed her disarming laugh.

‘I know you don’t mess your pants,’ she said, ‘But it’s a good habit to have, especially if you have occasional wetting problems.’

Another of Peg’s tactics was to get the patient to open up to her.

‘I only wet sometimes,’ said Joe quickly. ‘Just the bed, sometimes at night. Just by accident.’

Admitting to being a bedwetter, thought Peg. It means he won’t blame Ann for mentioning it, as well. Step one, she thought happily.

To be continued.

Re: Ann and Joe Chapter 3

Ann and Joe Chapter 3

This will be short. I don’t have a lot of time, but I’ll move things on a bit. I have to write more of my other current story too. That will be extended shortly.

After Joe had finished his breakfast, Ann kissed him goodbye, ignoring his pleas about not needing a sitter.

Joe returned to the living room to find Peg smiling at him.

‘Well, Mr Joe, it’s just us,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you take your breakfast dishes to the kitchen and help by washing up, then we can plan your day?’

Ann had told Peg about her house rules for Joe, but Peg wanted to hear about it from Joe himself. Joe looked dubiously at his breakfast bowl and mug, and glanced quickly at Peg. He considered what Ann might think if Peg told her he’d been in the kitchen all by himself. ‘By myself’, he corrected himself mentally.

‘Well?’ asked Peg.

It usually took Joe a few seconds to think things through, and he was standing still, staring into the kitchen. He looked quickly at Peg again and then down at the floor. He had decided after the bathroom business that he would show Peg he didn’t need her help, and he didn’t want to admit the truth.about the kitchen rule.

‘Er, Ann, she erm, doesn’t like me in the kitchen by myself. Just in case I have an accident.’ Joe said. ‘I mean it’s not really…’

Peg cut him off.

‘An accident in your pants, honey?’ she said with feigned concern.

‘No,’ said Joe with surprise. ‘Just in case, you know, I leave something on or something. I’m OK, though, it’s just what she says.’

‘Well,’ said Peg. ‘I think that’s a very sensible rule. You’re lucky that Ann takes such good care of you.’

‘She doesn’t need to take care of me,’ said Joe, suddenly resentful. ‘I don’t need you either.’

Peg’s demeanour changed instantly. She was glad of the opportunity to show her authority.

‘Joe,’ she said firmly, ‘I will not have you talking like that. What will Ann say when I tell her what you just said?’

Peg was gratified by the look of fear that flashed across Joe’s face.

‘Please don’t tell her!’ Joe said.

This wasn’t turning out at all as Joe had hoped.

‘That depends on how you behave,’ said Peg very sternly, taking a few steps towards Joe, who flinched and stepped back, one hand shooting to clutch at his crotch.

Peg took advantage of that.

‘If you continue this attitude, I’m going to get very cross. You will earn yourself corner time, or a lot worse.’ Peg said threateningly.

Joe looked genuinely scared. He didn’t know this large woman or what she was capable of. As Peg had intended, his mind went to work on ‘a lot worse’. He looked at Peg’s hand, which she slapped against her thigh. He wondered if she would really hit him. He tightened his unconscious grip on his crotch.

‘And don’t grab yourself like that. It’s not nice. Do you need to do a wee?’ she asked brusquely.

Joe released his grip, a little shocked at what he had done unthinkingly. He wanted Ann to come back.

‘N, no,’ Joe answered to Peg’s question, which was a lie. He’d had two cups of juice with his breakfast and hadn’t done a wee - been to the bathroom, he corrected himself - since he’d woken up.

Wet, he reminded himself. He wished Peg would go away and wanted Ann more than ever. Peg watched Joe carefully. It was good that he was getting upset.

‘Now Joe,’ she said. ‘I’ve just asked you to behave, and I don’t think standing in front of me holding yourself like that is behaving, do you?’

Joe could only shake his head. He wanted to tell Peg he needed the bathroom, but he’d just told her he didn’t. He didn’t want to be a liar too. He wanted to run to his bedroom, but Peg had moved closer and had taken his arm in her firm grip.

‘Let me have a look at your pants, please,’ she commanded him.

Joe stepped away from her, with his arm out as she held it. His hand went back to his crotch. That was enough for Peg.

‘Do not do that!’ she said sharply, yanking Joe around in a half turn and slapping him very hard on his bottom with her free hand.

It was the first time anyone had spanked Joe in twenty years, and he stood stock still in shock. Peg reached in front of him and pushed his hand from his crotch. Quickly she undid the button of Joe’s chinos, pulled down the zipper and tugged the pants to Joe’s knees. She had felt the dampness in the crotch of the pants and now saw the dark wetness of the little bulge of cotton interlock over Joe’s penis. She could make out the little head through the wet cotton, and saw a clear rivulet of pee begin to flow from it through the fabric. Without regard for Joe’s modesty, she took the little masculine lump between her fingers. Within a few seconds, Joe was both crying and peeing forcibly.

‘It’s an accident!’ he wailed.

Peg had brought Joe this far, and now decided on a little nurturing. She released Joe’s private parts and took his small, soft frame in her arms, holding him as close as she dared without getting her own clothes wet. Fortunately, the floor was timber and the puddle forming between Joe’s shoes could be cleaned up. By Joe, Peg had decided. She hugged him closer.

‘Shh, honey,’ she said. ‘It’s OK, it’s just an accident. I know you can’t help it.’

Peg held Joe until she felt him calming down. Things were moving along nicely, she thought. It shouldn’t be hard to bring Ann up to speed, and there was a conversation she wanted to have with Joe. About diapers.

To be continued.

Re: Ann and Joe Chapter 4

Ann and Joe Chapter 4

After Joe had settled down a little from the shock of wetting himself in front of Peggy, she took off his wet pants and underclothes. She was businesslike about it, and pushed Joe’s hands away as he attempted to cover his genitals as Peg pulled down his sodden briefs.

‘There’s no need for that,’ said Peg, slapping his hands.‘You’re no different than other little boys, and I don’t want your hands anywhere near your wee wee.’

Joe jerked his hands away, exposing his little penis and balls to the now crouching Peg.

‘I’m not a little boy,’ he protested.

Peg laughed.

‘Well are you a little girl then?’ she asked as she examined his briefs.

‘No!’ said Joe. ‘I’m 28…’

Peg ignored him.

‘Go and get a towel from your bathroom, please, then put it on the sofa and sit down. I wnat to have a serious talk with you,’ said Peg, standing up again.

Joe was glad of the chance to get out of Peg’s vicinity. He felt deeply embarrassed, and yearned again for Ann to come home. He trotted off tp the bathroom, careful to keep his hands from hsi bare crotch. He arrived in the bathroom and took a towel from the rail. He caught sight of himself in the mirror. He saw a very unhappy looking young man, wearing only a shirt and a sweater, below which he saw that his penis had shrunk with the cold and his scrotum had retracted tight under his belly. He looked pathetic, and nearly began to cry. Why couldn’t Ann be here, he thought. This wouldn’t be happening if she were.

‘Quick sticks!’ he heard from the living room, and hurried back.

Peg was standing, waiting for him. Joe put the towel carefully on the cushion of the sofa, and sat down with his legs together. He looked at Peg, who had his briefs stretched in her fingers.

‘I’ll start by saying that there are already several stains on these briefs. Do you often wet during the day?’ Peg asked severely.

‘No, I mean, that’s just, you know, little dribbles, leaks…’ Joe’s voice faltered.

He did leak a little during the day, usually when he had to rush to get to the bathroom. It wasn’t his fault. Sometimes he didn’t get much warning.

‘Little dribbles,’ repeated Peg. ‘If I looked at some of your other panties, would I find the same thing?’

‘Don’t know,’ mumbled Joe.

But he did know. The tears were close now.

‘I think I do,’ said Peg. ‘Shall I go and have a look?’

‘No,’ said Joe quietly. shaking his head slowly. ‘I, I can’t help it. It happens someitmes.’

Peg could see that more nurturing was needed. She dropped Joe’s spilked undies onto the floor with his wet pants and leaning forward put her hands on Joe’s shoulders. The floodgates of tears that Joe had been manfully trying to hold back opened with Peg’s touch of tenderness.

‘I’m sorry!’ Joe wailed. ‘I can’t help it. It happens!’

Peg drew Joe towards her large breasts again, then she turned and sat next to Joe, cradling his upper body in her arms.

‘It’s OK, baby,’ she said gently, feeling Joe relax. ‘I know you can’t help it. Like your bedwetting. You’re wetting your bed quite often now, aren’t you Joey?’

Joe snuggled closer to Peg’s body at the mention of ‘Joey’. His mother had called him that.

‘Joey, you should be in diapers, baby. You need them now. I think you know that, don’t you?’ Peg said softly, stroking Joe’s hair as she spoke.

Joe nodded into her breasts. While he would have agreed now to almost anything, he did know that he needed help. He was scared to wear his faded jeans now, after a few spots had showed up recently and he’d had to change. He had wet his bed three or four times this week. He couldn’t remember.

Joe’s feelings about Peg were swinging wildly. One minute she was an ogress and he was scared of her, the next she was kindness itself. She was kindness now. It gave Joe a warm feeling. right down to the pit of his stomach. He didn’t get erections any more, and didn’t really miss them, but he ws gettign a lovely fuzzy feeling down there that was as good as anything he could remember. He closed his eyes and went with the flow. Maybe he was having an orgasm, he thought. Oh God, he realised. He was peeing. He tried to stop and realised that the flow was stopping anyway. How long had he been peeing?

‘Shhh.’ Peg was saying.

She had the towel scrunched up between Joe’s legs, and was wiping his inner thigh with it.

‘It’s OK, honey, you couldnt help it,’ Peg said. ‘Hop up and we’ll put things to right. First, you need a shower. You’ve had two accidents this morning, and you need a good wash. Then we’ll fix you up. Where does Ann keep your diapers?’

‘My d…diapers?’ asked Joe.

Joe was standing now. He was no lionger fussed about being naked from the waist down, nor troubled when Peg finished wiping him off by carefully wiping his little penis and scrotum, lifting the penis between her thumb and forefinger as she wiped his wrinkled little scrotum.

‘Yes, sweetie. Your night-time diapers. They might be a bit bulky for daytime, but unless you have some pullups…’ said Peg.

‘I haven’t got any diapers!’ Joe said, staring at Peg.

Peg stared back at him for a moment.

‘No diapers? For heaven’s sake!’ she said. ‘I assumed from what Ann said… Joe, you’re wetting your bed two or three times a week now, is that right?’

The atmosphere was suddenly businesslike again, with Peg very much in charge. Peg had been careful to establish that when they first met.

Joe nodded miserably.

‘There’s a plastic sheet…’ he offered.

‘Oh I know, but Ann is still washing the sheets and all your jammies, isn’t she?’ asked Peg, brushing a strand of Joe’s hair across his forehead with his fingers.

Joe nodded mutely.

‘You see Joey,’ said Peg, ‘Sometimes carers, especially a carer like Ann who loves you very much, don’t do what they should. I nkow it feels funny if your a big boy and you’re still in diapers, but there’s a reason for them, isn’t there? Diapers would give Ann a break from all that washing, and you’d be much more comfortable. No more waking up in a wet bed. It’s not a big deal, Joey, honestly. Ann and I could tell you to wear them, but I think it’s better if you made the decision. I thin k it would be very adult and responsible fo you to wear a diaper, but I want you to tell me, Joey. I can get some for you and bring them tomorrow. Tomorrow morning could be your last wet bed. So, tell me, please.’

Peg smiled at Joe. She could see the consternation in his face. She hoped she had put things the right way to him. She could see Joe’s bottom lip trembling. She waited, still smiling.

‘Peggy,’ Joe began after a minute.

His voice was wavering, and he glanced quickly at her then at his feet.

‘Peggy, could I, I mean, wear, wear a diaper please?’ he said, finishing the question quickly and turing away from Peg.

‘It’s OK, honey,’ siad Peg reassuringly. ‘Just try again slowly. Tell me why you want a diaper.’

‘Because I, I need to wear a diaper,’ Joe said, and gladly accepted Peg’s outstretched arms.

‘Good boy,’ said Peg. ‘I wanted you to say it to me so that you would really understand. You need to wear diapers now. It’s not such a big deal, is it? Like jumping off a high board. The first time is awful, but after that, it’s easy. And I’m sure Ann will be relieved. She’ll be so proud of her big, grown up boy. Tell you what, I’ve got soemthings that will fit you in the car now, from my other patients. they’re in your size, so we can start right way. OK honeybunch?’

Ann kissed Joe on the forehead. He didn’t know what to think.

‘Daytime too?’ he said to Peg as she headed for the front door.

‘Of course daytime too, honey. You’ve wet twice today. What did you think? I’ll be back in a minute!’

Joe sat, half-naked on the sofa. He was sure he’d done the right thing. Peg had said it was the right thing, and she said Ann would be happy. But it felt funny. He had told Peg that he needed to wear a diaper. The words rang in his head. He hadn’t lied. He wet his bed. He’d wet twice today and yesterday he’d nealry had an accident. It was hard to work things out sometimes. He decided Peg was right. Why wouldn’t she be? I need to wear a diaper, he thought. He could only think of babies and little children who wore diapers. And me, he thought.

Joe was having trouble understanding what was happening. He flet confused seomtimes, and now wqas one of those times. He felt even weaker than usual and sat suddenly on the floor, on the rug he was standing on. He began to suck his thumb, a bad habit he’d had to break before he started junior school. he still did it occasionally, more so since his accident, as he had problems with salivs sometimes. It was also comforting, and he couldn’t see his blue cushion.

Pefg was a little surprised to see Joe sitting on the floor sucking his thumb when she returned with his diapers, and thought for a minute she’d broken him completely, but Joe took his thumb from his mouth as soon as he saw Peg. She left him on the rug, and squatted next to him with a large blue open topped bag.

To be continued

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Ann and Joe. Chapter 5

‘First things first,’ said Peg, taking Joe by the hand and standing him up. ‘You need a good wash.’

Peg marched Joe off to his bathroom, where she took off Joe’s sweater and shirt and wrapped him in a towel while she ran the bath.

Joe was used now to being naked in front of this strong woman. He found it easy to simply do what he was told. It reminded him of when he was a child. His mother and big sisters would take command when they were around him, and Peg was no different. She seemed to have an answer for everything, and Joe felt that he was just a little cog in her machine.

The bathwater was a few inches deep now, and Peg took off Joe’s towel and helped him into the big bath. It had been years since anyone had bathed Joe. He let Peg call the shots.

‘First we’ll get your hair nice and clean, then work on the rest of you,’ said Peg, putting a glob of shampoo on Joe’s head and using a cup of bathwater to begin the shampooing operation.

Joe sat in the bath with his eyes screwed shut. Peg worked away, chattering about what lovely hair Joe had, and telling him how proud she was of the way he was being so grown up about his diapers. Every time Peg said ‘his diapers’ Joe winced. Peg seemed to pick up Joe’s discomfort.

‘Lots of girls and boys just like you wear diapers all the time too,’ Peg assured him, bending to kiss his cheek. ‘They get used to them just like you will. Just thinkmof them as your special panties, because you’re special. If you go out with Ann, you can wear something over them and no-one will take any notice. You’ll look just like any other boy or girl.’

‘I’m grown up, I mean an adult!’ objected Joe, sensitive about Peg’s use of ‘boy’.

‘Oh, I don’t think age matters, honey,’ replied Peg. ‘The main thing is that you’re comfortable, and you don’t want to be wetting your pants in front of everyone all the time, do you Joey?’

‘No,’ agreed Joe. ‘But…’

‘Joe!’ exclaimed Peg. ‘You’re peeing in the bath!’

joe looked down to see the slight yellowish stream in the bathwater between his legs. He was surprised, and managed to stop the flow. He was relaxed in the warm water, and hadn’t really been conscious of what he was doing. It felt as natural as breathing.

‘That’s very naughty!’ said Peg.

She had rinsed Joe’s hair and lifted him bodily out of the bath.

‘I’m going to sit you on the potty for a while,’ she said, helping Joe to the toilet, lifting the lid and placing him squarely in the seat. ‘That was very naughty of you. I want you to sit there and do your best to finish your wee, and do poos as well if you can. I should have put you on the potty first.’

joe sat while Peg watched him. His mother and sisters used to make him sit in the toilet before his bath, years ago. Joe wondered how it was possible that things hadn’t changed in all that time. He strained as best he could, and managed to pee some more. Then there was a plop sound.

‘Good boy!’ said Peg after a few moments. 'Are you all done? ’

‘I think so,’ said Joe.

It seemed like a strange dream to Joe, but he reminded himself that this was reality. His life really had changed so much. This big, motherly woman was congratulating him for using the toilet.

‘Well done,’ said Peg. ‘Hop off, and I’ll clean your bottom.’

‘I’ll do it,’ said Peg. ‘I want a proper job. Bend over a little, please.’

toielting over, Peg lifted Joe back into the bath, where he stood while Peg washed his thighs and genitals. She took care over his little penis and balls, noting the wispy hair around them.

‘It’s not hygienic to have this hair here,’ Peg said. ‘Although there’s not really much of it. Still, I’ll give Ann some lotion to deal with that.’

Joe swallowed. He knew he didn’t have the biggest set of male equipment, but he thought it would look even less impressive without the light pubic hair he had.

‘OK,’ said Joe quietly, not that his assent were needed.

‘Good boy,’ said Peg.

She paused.

‘Joe, I know you like to think you’re all grown up, but I think - except when you do wees in the bath - that you’re a very nice, very good little boy. Isn’t that a good thing to be?’ asked Peg in a sweet voice, reinforcing her question by giving Joe a kiss on the cheek.

‘Yes,’ said Joe uncertainly.

He felt as if he were sliding down some sort of tunnel. A warm, soft tunnel. He wondered what was at the end of it.

Peg sat Joe in the bath again, and finished soaping his back and chest. Soon she had him standing by the draining bath while she dried him off. Joe offered no resistance. He liked being looked after like this.

'Now, well go to your bedroom and get your diaper on. Then will find something nice for you to do. Have you got anything to play with?

‘Play?’ asked Joe.

‘Yes,’ replied Peg. ‘To keep you busy until Ann comes back.’

‘Just videos,’ said Joe. ‘I, er, I can’t use the computer.’

'well you can’t just watch videos,'said Peg. ‘I’ll bring some things tomorrow that are much more interesting. Things you can put together and take apart. It’s much better to be doing something. Would you like that?’

Joe wasn’t sure what Peg meant, but said has anyway.

‘Good boy,’ said Peg happily. ‘Come on, I’ll put you in you diaper.’

Peg picked up the bag she’d brought from the living room and led Joe to his bedroom.

Joe atood quietly in his towel while Peg set out his diaper and other items. She powdered and securely diapered Joe in a thick disposable, tugging the tapes in place, standing him up and turning him around to inspect her work. Then she reached into the bag and took out a voluminous pair of elasticated plastic pants.

‘No!’ said Joe, looking at the translucent pink pants.

‘I’m sorry about the colour,’ said Peg, ‘But it’s all I have with me.’

‘I don’t want those!’ said Joe. ‘They’re baby pants!’

Peg laughed.

‘Don’t be such a sook,’ she said. ‘They’re not baby pants. They’re just part of your diaper. They stop any leaks. You wet quite heavily, and you don’t want leaks, do you?’

‘No,’ said Joe. ‘But…’

But nothing,’ said Peg. ‘Leg in, please. You’ve been so good until now. Don’t spoil it by getting cranky.’

Joe gave up and let Peg pull the huge pants over his bulky diaper. She found a large t-shirt and pulled it over Joe’s head and shoulders.

‘There you are!’ she said. ‘All done!’

‘What about pants and shoes?’ Joe asked.

‘Ive turned the heating up a bit,’ replied Peg, putting away the various items she’d had in the bed. ‘And we’re not going out. Besides, I can see if you need a change. After doing wees in the bath without realising it, I think we’re better off if I can keep an eye on your diaper.’

Joe caught sight of himself in the wardrobe mirror. He saw an overesized toddler wearing a big t-shirt which only half covered a bulky diaper and plastic pants, standing next to an obviously adult and fully dressed Peg. There was no trace of grown up Joe. He began to cry.

Peg took him in her arms.

‘Shhh, honey. No tears. Things are different now, but Ann and I are here to look after you.’

To be continued.

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Ann and Joe. Chapter 6

Peg worked hard to reassure Joe that his treatment wasn’t unusual, that it was entirely appropriate to his situation and the he was very far from alone. ‘Many other girls and boys’ were in exactly the same position, with their mothers and carers right now doing exactly as Peg was doing with Joe.

Peg’s intention as always was to impress on Joe that things were normal. It was a different reality for Joe, Peg was well aware, but she wanted him to see it as an absolutely acceptable, and inevitable one. Peg wanted Ann too to realise that the changes in her and Joe’s life were both inevitable and OK.

Peg rang Ann once she had Joe settled watching Jumanji. It was one of his favourite movies, and Peg had made Joe comfortable on the floor to watch it. She’d given Joe his blue cushion, and set the remote then taken it with her. She wanted Joe to have to ask her if he wanted to adjust the volume or pause the movie. As with his bathing and even toileting, Peg wanted to take as much control from Joe as possible. So far, things were going to plan. Joe had spent the day with no more control over what went on than a very young child would have. He didn’t seem to miss any lost autonomy, and any attempts by him or annoyance at having no say in things had been dealt with by Peg assuring him that everything was as it should be and that ‘lots of other girls and boys’ were finding things just as he did. Peg’s strategy was starting to bear fruit. Joe was beginning to accept the world Peg was trying to build around him, and was beginning to regard himself as one of those ‘many girls and boys’. Peg wanted Ann to believe in the same new reality where Joe was concerned. Peg wanted Ann to see herself not as the wife of a man with some serious problems, but as the mother of the child she had never had.

Peg’s personality was a strange one. She had grown up in a male dominated family. Her mother had died when Peg was very young,and she had been brought up by her domineering father and older siblings. Her resentment of male control grew into a resentment of men having any power at all. Her only personal relationships had been lesbian ones with women who shared her dim view of men.

When Ann had invited Peg into her life and Joe’s, she had invited in much more than a carer to help with Joe.

As Peg spoke to Ann on the phone, Ann was astounded that Peg had got Joe into diapers, but began to understand the wisdom and necessity of the change as Peg explained the value of constructing an appropriate new normality for Joe. There would be new rules, and Joe would develop new expectations both of his behaviour and of the people around him. That meant mostly Ann, and Peg, who Ann agreed needed as much involvement with Joe as possible. That was the best thing for Joe, and for Ann as well.

Peg covered with Ann such important topics as language. It was always to be wees, poos and the potty, of course, and ‘grown ups’ and ‘other girls and boys’. The emphasis on girls rather than boys was to reduce in Joe any thoughts that as a male he was entitled to some control. Ann agreed with Peg that it was best to avoid with Joe any reference to his gender at all. At the childish level where he would be most comfortable, Peg had assured Ann, the girl/boy distinction didn’t really matter anyway. Joe wasn’t due any personal privacy, either, while Peg emphasised the need for Ann to maintain hers. It was no longer appropriate, for example, for Joe to see Ann naked. Underwear was fine, but Joe should see Ann as an adult and not as an equal, and certainly not with any sexual interest, which would be completely inappropriate now.

Ann had laughed nervously at that.

‘He’s not interested any more,’ she said. ‘Except for my boobs. He loves those. He can hardly keep his eyes, or hands off them when I give him the chance.’

‘Nursing is fine, too. Perfect, in fact,’ said Peg.

‘Nursing?’ queried Ann, mystified.

Now Peg laughed.

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘You shouldn’t waste those lovely big boobs. We might see if you can start lactating, too.’

Ann was quiet for a moment as she realised what Peg had said. A thrill shot through her, then a wave of guilt, then a rush of pleasurable anticipation. At that moment, Ann gave away any doubts she had about Peg’s program for Joe. She felt this was what she’d been looking for without knowing it. She was on board.

‘Yes, Peg,’ Ann said. ‘You’re right. You really are.’

Peg sensed Ann’s mood, even over the phone.

‘Good girl,’ she said. ‘Now I’d better go and check on Joey. It’s been a while, and he may need a change.’

Ann felt another wave of strange pleasure.

‘Is he really in a diaper?’ she asked.

‘Oh yes,’ said Peg. ‘He’s sitting on the floor with his blue cushion, watching his video in a diaper, plastic pants and a big t-shirt. I gave him a bath, and he looks absolutely adorable. You’re very lucky, Ann.’

Ann grinned into the phone. She knew she was very lucky.

‘And so is Joey, to have such a wonderful mommy,’ Peg said.

Ann was quiet for a moment. Things had changed so much. But this was real, and the best thing that could have happened, under the circumstances.

Thank you, Peg,’ said Ann, then added impulsively, ‘I want to give you a big hug!’

‘I feel the same,’ replied Peg warmly, softly kneading one of her soft breasts as she spoke. ‘Don’t forget Joey in all the hugging.’

‘Of course not,’ said Ann. ‘Joey too.’

After Peg had hung up to check on Joey, Ann sat back at her desk.

‘Joey,’ she thought happily. ‘I’m a mommy after all!’

‘Peggy!’ Joey called urgently from the living room.

Peg was disturbed by the anguish, even anger in his voice.

To be continued.

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Ann and Joe. Chapter 7

Peg hurried to the living room. The video was still running, but Joe was nowhere to be seen. Then Peg saw the pink plastic pants lying on the floor near the door to the passage that led to Joe’s bedroom.

‘Right,’ said Peg aloud. ‘That boy is in trouble.’

She reached Joe’s bathroom. On the floor of the hallway, near the partly open door, was Joe’s diaper. Angrily, Peg picked it up. It was heavy and wet, with all the tapes still secured but one. Joe had obviously slithered out of it. Really angry now, Peg scowled at the wet patch on the carpet, and shoved the door open. There were wet puddles on the white bathroom tiles, leading to the toilet on which sat, crying miserably, Joe.

Peg stood and glared at him for a long moment. She still had the sodden diaper in her hand, and approached Joe.

‘No, please!’ whimpered Joe.

Peg threw the diaper at him, hitting him in the face. Joe began wailing.

Peg picked up the diaper, and thrust it at Joe’s red, tearful face.

‘What is this?’ she demanded furiously.

‘D, diaper,’ replied Joe through his tears.

‘Whose diaper?’ Peg demanded.

‘M,m,mine,’ wailed Joe.

‘And why aren’t you wearing it?’ asked Peg.

‘I took it off,’ said Joe .

‘I can see that, you stupid little boy,’ said Peg. ‘Why did you take it off?’

Joe looked up at Peg. He was genuinely fearful.

‘I wanted to pee,’ he replied, looking away from Peg.

‘Look at me, you pathetic little boy!’ ordered Peg. ‘Why do you think you are in diapers?’

‘I wet,’ said Joe, gulping back his sobs.

‘Exactly,’ said Peg. ‘You are a little boy who can’t control his wetting and pooping, so you wear diapers. So why did you take it off?’

Joe knew Peg was right. He reverted to the answer every child gave when they knew they were wrong.

‘I don’t know,’ he said.

‘Get up!’ said Peg, dropping the diaper and pulling Joe to his feet. ‘You thought you could use the toilet like a grown up, didn’t you? Look at that wet diaper, and look at this wet floor. That’s your pee, Joey. I think it’s obvious that you’re very far from a grown up, isn’t it? I think you’re closer to a baby, aren’t you?’

‘Im not a baby,’ Joe managed.

‘No?’ said Peg, then how do you…’

Joe clutched suddenly at Peg, let out an agonised grunt and pooped on the white tiled floor. He stared wide-eyed at Peg.

‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ said Peg. ‘You really are a naughty, disgusting little child. Turn around and bend over.’

‘Please, no!’ wailed Joe. ‘I didn’t mean to!’

‘Be quiet,’ said Peg. ‘I’m going to clean your disgusting little bottom. Bend over.’

Joe bent over as Peg took some toilet paper from the roll and roughly wiped his backside. She stood him up again, picked up the diaper and demanded he put his legs back in it. When she had pushed his little penis downwards inside the wet diaper, she tugged the thick garment back up around Joe’s waist, she secured the loose tape as tightly as she could.

‘I’m going to clean up this revolting mess, then I’m going to deal with you,’ said Peg.

She used more toilet paper to pick up Joe’s poop then wiped up that area and the puddles of yellow pee.

‘I hope you’re as disappointed as I am,’ Peg said as she worked. ‘When Ann asked me to babysit you, I expected a good little kid, not some toddler from Hell. For future reference, you are not ever, ever, to take off your diaper. Do you understand that? If you need to wee or poo, you are to use your diaper. That is why you are wearing a diaper, and that is what you are expected to do. You may use the grown up toillet if an adult takes off your diaper and puts you on it, but otherwise, you are to use your diaper as everyone expects you to. Got that? Now, what do you do if you need to wee or poo?’

‘Use my diaper,’ said Joe.

He was still sobbing quietly.

‘Good boy,’ said Peg, ‘But you’re not out of trouble yet. You have to learn that behaviour has consequences. We’re cleaned up here. I want you back in the living room. Come on.’

Peg extended her hand. Joe took it hesitantly, and waddled after Pam back to the living room.

Peg stood him next to an armchair, and sat down. She turned Joe towards her and pulled down his diaper. Joe was shaking, not with cold but with fear about what was to happen. Peg held him with one hand either side of his hips. Joe had very little muscle tone, and had been putting on weight. With his smooth skin, rounded tummy and full, soft buttocks, he could have been a chubby little girl except for the little pink knob below his chubby belly. Peg swung him over her knees,Mandy delivered a very sound spanking.

Pat the end of it, Joe was crying and wailing like any toddler. He was beyond speech, and kept up his crying as Peg put him in a clean diaper from her bag. She took from the bag another pair of pink plastic pants, decorated this time with teddy bears and hearts. She also took a large pacifier from the bag.

‘I’m going to let you have a pack for a few minutes until you’ve calmed down,’, Peg said.

She put the paci in Joe’s mouth as he sat unhappily on the rug in front of her. Joe was glad of it. It was just what he needed, and he did calm down as he sucked away.

Peg took her cell phone from the pocket of her pants and sat back to take a couple of shots of Joe.

‘For my scrapbook,’ Peg said. ‘I’ll give you one too,’ she said to Joe. ‘It might remind you to behave around adults.’

Joe didn’t care. He was just glad the spanking had stopped. He was focused on the lovely soft teat in his mouth.

‘That’s better,’ said Peg, smiling at Joe once more.

Joe felt better too. He would have smiled back, despite his spanking, if it weren’t for the paci between his lips. He really was grateful for that. He had forgotten how good one felt, and his thumb was a poor substitute for the soft, slippery vinyl.

After a few minutes, Peg suggested he sit and watch the remainder of the video.

‘If you can be a good little boy, and not be such a baby. Do you think you can stop being a baby?’ Peg asked.

Joe felt confused again. He looked down at the thick diaper under his babyish plastic pants, and sucked hard on his paci.

‘Not a baby,’ he tried to say.

The words were garbled, and produced a drool of saliva which left a dark trail on Joe’s t-shirt, but Peg understood, and kissed the top of his head.

Joe gurgled happily, and felt no concern as he peed into his diaper. As Peg had said, he had no control over his peeing and pooping. That was why he was wearing a diaper and adults expected him to use it.

‘Of course you’re not, sweetie,’ said Peg. ‘Ann will be home soon. I’ll give her your paci for special occasions, so, open up!’

Peg held out her hand to take the paci from Joe.

‘No!’ he said defensively, clamping his teeth down on the much-enjoyed paci.

To be continued.

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