"Crap Sheila. What are we going to do?" Joe asked his wife plaintively, while resting his head on her shoulder. Sheila placed her arm around Joe's shoulder and gently stroked his hair.
"Don't worry, we'll get by. Somehow." She smiled down at the top of his head.
Joe closed his eyes, resting his right hand on her thigh. "I know your mother's going to be thrilled. My getting fired will only reinforce her opinion that you married a low life from the wrong side of the tracks."
Sheila laughed softly, "Actually, you're right; she will be. It'll give her something else to nag me about next time I see her. You know how that always makes her feel good. Fortunately I don't see her any more than absolutely necessary."
"Well maybe with me being unemployed she'll ease the pressure on you for a grandchild."
"Possibly, but I doubt it. I mean, it wasn't like we weren't trying before. I want nothing more in life than to be a mother, but it just wasn't happening. She couldn't accept that even." Sheila sighed.
"Well there's no way we can consider having a child until we can support it. Even if we could conceive. And, like I said, it will just be one more point for your mother. The only reason she still talked to you after the wedding was to try and get a grandchild. Unlike your father, who never spoke to you again, and cut you out of his will."
"That will would have come in handy about now. But that's over and done with, he's in the grave and the will executed, nothing to be gained. Mother and Sis got the company. As for the short run, I can probably beg enough from them to eat on, and pay the rent while you look for a new job. I'll start looking too."
"I'm sorry honey, I know we agreed you'd stay home and take care of the family, when we had one. I know how much this means to you. I'm sure I'll have something soon." Joe's hand began slowly creeping up Sheila's blouse, unbuttoning the buttons one by one.
"I know you will dear." Sheila slowly began pressing Joe's head down towards her breasts. Joe's hand brushed her open blouse aside, and undid her front snap bra; exposing her breasts and her silver dollar sized nipples. Her nipples already tightening with the cool air and anticipation.
Sheila pushed Joe's head down to her left breast and, gently, he began licking at the nipple, feeling it contract under his tongue. He loved the feel of it tightening like the head of an eraser under his lips. Gently he nibbled at it, teasing it intermittently with his tongue.
Sheila moaned, her left hand massaging her swelling crotch under her pants. She loved it when Joe lapped at her breast. ëSuckled' was the word she like to use. Her Joe was suckling at her teat. It gave her a warm glow from the tips of her nipples right down through her stomach and to her clit, which always began to swell with blood. She imagined Joe as her baby, suckling at her breast getting all his nourishment from her body, all his needs fulfilled by her and her alone.
"Harder." Sheila panted. Joe complied, his mouth making wet sucking noises as he worked the nipple between his lips. Joe brought his right hand up, between his neck and Sheila's other breast and began teasing her right nipple between his finger and thumb.
Her eyes closed, Sheila brought her hand down to Joe's pants and began fumbling with the button and zipper. With the aid of Joe's free hand, which was under him, and Sheila's right, they were able to awkwardly slide his pants and underwear down, briefly catching the elastic on Joe's throbbing cock.
As the pants slipped down, Sheila gripped Joe's dick firmly and began pumping it, her thumb smearing precum over the head. Joe moaned around the nipple in his mouth and quickly flicked its tip with his tongue. Sheila's other hand unfastened her own pants and slid inside her panties to begin rubbing her clit.
As their moans began to escalate, Joe's sucking and Sheila's pumping grew more and more furious. Sheila pumped harder, her thumb sliding roughly over the sensitive head of Joe's penis, her pinky finger outstretched rubbing against Joe's balls as they tightened up close to his prick. Suddenly she felt a warm surge on her thumb and cum was washing over her hand. As it did she felt a throbbing in her groin and tingling jolts seemed to trace their way up through her veins from her moist center. The sensation coruscating over her entire body, the orgasm rocking her, making her breast swell even firmer, her nipples tighter, if that were possible.
"He's trying very hard mom." Sheila paced the elegant office Sheila's mother occupied as the president of her company. Rather, her husband's company. He was dead now, gone almost a year. In that time, she and her other daughter Ellen, had managed to wrest control from the remaining board members and cement their control of one of the nation's largest biochemical companies. Sheila had nothing to do with the company. That was the decree in the will. As long as Sheila was married to Joe, she would have no part of the ownership of the company. If she divorced him, she was entitled to a third of it.
"I'm sure he is, dear." Ms. DeBouville stated, somewhat condescendingly. "But remember dear, one with his upbringing can't be expected to achieve greatness. If he'd been raised by a respectable family, he wouldn't be in this situation."
"Joe can't help who he was born to, or the fact that both his parent's died when he was in his teens. As for achievement, Joe did manage to put himself through college, and got his first job. If his company hadn't been bought out and downsized, he'd still be there on his way upward."
"Well dear," Sheila's mother said, distinctly not looking at her, and playing with her pearls, "these things do happen to people of lesser backgrounds."
Sheila just shook her head. "He will get another job mother, things will work out."
"Not if I have my say," Ms. DeBouville said under her breath.
"What did you say?" Sheila looked at her mother, angrily.
"I said, ëif that's what you say', dear." Her mother responded.
"I do say, he'll get his job and then I'll have a baby, just like I've always planned."
"You'll have a baby?" Her mother asked, emphasizing the ëyou.'
"That's what you've always wanted to isn't it?" Sheila demanded, missing the emphasis in her mother's words. "We've always talked about me having a baby and you a grandchild. You keep asking me about it. I also thought it was the only reason you still talked to me."
"Dear, dear, relax. Of course we have. We have always wanted you to have a baby of your own. But you are my daughter, and I would have talked to you, no matter what. I love you." She stood and gave her daughter a warm hug.
Sheila was somewhat taken a back by her mother's words. It wasn't what she expected. Her mother hadn't been so warm in a long time.
"Now dear, why don't you come and work here part time, for us. That way you will have some money coming in and be able to support Joe, since he doesn't have a job."
Sheila looked at her mother like she was unsure of what her mother was saying. She couldn't believe this turn around. "Are you serious? You're willing to let me support Joe? Who you've called my ëdead beat husband' on more than one occasion?"
"Honey, I don't think of Joe as a dead beat, just socio-economically challenged, similar to those vagrants that rode the rails in the 30's. He just sort of reminded me of some urchin in a Dickens' novel. I have nothing against him personally. I am sure if he'd had a decent upbringing, such as the one you had, or the one I want my grandchild to have, he'd be a perfectly respectable individual." Sheila frowned at her mother, not liking the comparisons, but not sure how to deal with the warmth her mother was expressing towards her.
"Besides, dear." Her mother continued, "it's been three weeks and Joe still hasn't gotten a job. You've got a job here. He needs you, he's dependent on your good background and social advantages to support him." Sheila stepped back, thinking about what her mother was saying. It made sense.
"Sheila, my darling, he's already shown that he can't make it on his own. He needs you to help him, to be there for him, to support, love and nurture him. As your mother, I just want to give you all the love and support I can to help you be strong and give Joe what he needs."
"I don't understand it." Joe sighed as he rested his head in Sheila's lap, while she rubbed her fingers on his temples, trying to relieve his tension. "The hiring managers always seem positive about me, and then as soon as my resume starts making its way upstairs, it gets crushed. It's like the upper management of every company I apply to hates me!"
"I'm sure it's not that dear." Sheila smiled down at him. Sheila was leaning with her back against the couch, her legs folded, Joe's head on her lap. She moved one hand and gently rubbed the hairs on his chest that peeked through his partially unbuttoned collar.
"But what are we going to do. I've got to find a job some time. You can't go on working at your mother's. I know how you must dislike it. You've already spent a month there."
"Now, now dear. Don't you worry about that. I will do whatever it takes. I will be there for you, I can be strong for you. I love you and want to take care of you when you need me."
"But isn't working with your mother and sister driving you crazy?" Joe asked.
"At first. But we've been having lots of long talks, and are reaching some understandings. They understand my feelings for you. They know what I want for you. And because my mom wants a grandchild and I've made it clear that without you, she won't get one, she's playing ball."
With her other hand Sheila began unbuttoning her blouse. As she slipped it aside, Joe noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were already getting hard. Joe smiled as he bent his head, sticking out his tongue to brush them as Sheila leaned over him. "Come to mama, baby." Sheila whispered softly as he began to nibble.
"Ugh," Joe mumbled as Sheila finished massaging his back. It was now nine weeks and he still couldn't get a job. He was always making it to right near the end and then getting the door closed on him. The stress was getting terrible. His muscles were tight all the time, and Sheila had volunteered to start giving him massages to relax him when he got home from interviewing.
It was so kind of her, especially since she was putting in almost a full day at her work too. She went to work every morning as soon as Joe left to go for an interview and arrived home shortly before he did. If he was at home working, rather than the library or at the copy store, she was there to help him. She was bringing in all the money they had, and was doing the cooking and the cleaning and helping him relax.
He'd volunteered to help but she wouldn't have it. Insisting it was her job to take care of him. He felt so lucky to have her. Joe had no idea what he'd do if it wasn't for Sheila and her love and support.
Joe picked himself up slowly, wrapping the towel around his waist as Sheila ran into the kitchen. "Here, try this, it should help you relax, and still give you energy." She handed him a milkshake.
"What is it?' Joe asked.
"It's a new protein drink our company's making. It's all the rage in test markets, people at work rave about it."
"Your mother didn't poison it for me did she?"
Sheila gave him a mock look of disapproval. "No, but she tried. Now be a good little boy and drink your milk." She smiled at him. Joe shook his head in amusement and took a swallow. At first it tasted like typical protein drink, crap, but after a couple swallows it seemed to get better. Sheila smiled as he wiped the milk mustache from his lips. "Good boy."
"As good as ever." Joe said as he put the glass his shake had been in, in the sink. "I know why they like this stuff at your office. I could drink it all the time. It's almost euphoric. Too bad it doesn't last that long."
Joe turned to look at his smiling wife. He'd been taking the shakes every night for the last week, and at least for the rest of the evening, he felt relaxed and almost rested. Of course, the next morning he'd be tense again, but at least he could relax in the evening.
Joe and Sheila went into the living room to watch TV for the evening. Sheila wrapped her arms protectively around Joe as he leaned into her while they sat on the couch. As they flipped through the channels, the found an old children's movie they hadn't seen in years and Sheila insisted they watch it. Joe didn't mind, and in fact, afterwards, as they headed up to bed, he decided that it was better than he remembered.
"Hmm?" Joe woke feeling suddenly uncomfortable. His groin felt wet and clammy. He reached down and found his underwear soaked. "Shit." Joe said in surprise. This woke Sheila up.
"What is it dear?"
"Crap. You won't believe this. I wet the bed."
"Really!" Sheila said, suddenly awake. Joe glanced over at her, surprised by her excitement. He'd figured she'd be annoyed. Sheila jumped up and turned on the light. "Let me see." Joe reluctantly pulled the covers back to reveal his damp underwear and the wet stain on the bedding. His face flushed crimson as he did so.
"Oh, don't worry dear." Sheila said. "I was reading in a magazine where many men experiencing the sort of stress you're under have trouble with a bit of incontinence."
"Are you sure?" Joe asked uncertainly.
"Positive. Now get up and let's go into the bathroom where I can wipe you off, and then I'll change the sheets."
"I think I can manage that for myself, Sheila." Joe said as he got out of bed.
"Nonsense, that's what I'm here for." She took his hand and led him into the bathroom where she turned on the water. As the water heated, she began to pull down his briefs.
"Now let's get these messing things off my man." She removed his underwear and soaked a wash cloth in the hot tap water. Efficiently, she wiped his groin, penis and thighs, while Joe stood there seemingly helpless. He was still sort of in shock over wetting the bed, but Sheila's ministrations were quickly arousing him, so he didn't complain.
After she was done, she led him back to the bedroom. "Now put these on while I change the sheets." She began rapidly pulling the sheets off the bed. Joe turned to steady himself on the dresser as put his clean underwear on. As he finished he turned around to see Sheila tugging new sheets over the bed. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he thought he saw a plastic liner under the sheet, covering the mattress. At least the mattress wasn't damaged, but why would there have been a plastic cover over it in the first place?
Sheila finished with the sheets and turned seductively to Joe, while pulling her nightgown over her head. Any thoughts Joe might have had about plastic covers were forgotten as he found something new to attract his attention.
The next night Joe woke again, with that wet feeling. "Damn, not again." Sheila woke almost instantly. "Did you wet the bed again dear?"
"Yes." Joe said, disgusted at himself.
"Don't worry, I've got plenty of sheets." And the events of the previous night were repeated. Their lovemaking seemed particularly intense after his wetting the bed, so Joe almost didn't mind.
The third night, when he awoke Joe almost sobbed. Sheila hugged him and said not to worry, she understood. As she soothed him he began to feel slightly better. Eventually, after repeating the two previous nights entertainment he fell to sleep again.
Joe woke and looked at the clock. "Shit, damn it." Joe cursed. It was five in the morning. He'd woken once again to find the bed wet. Twice in one night.
"What is it dear?" Sheila asked. Joe just covered his eyes with his arm as he pulled the sheets back to show her. "Well it was almost time to get up anyway."
Joe finished up his shake and put the glass in the sink. He and Sheila had gone out to eat. Sheila paid, as was becoming the norm. Neither had spoken of his problem during the meal. Joe couldn't understand it. He hadn't wet the bed since he was three. Here he was a grown man, 25 years old, wetting the bed. Sheila was sure it was just nerves, Joe didn't know. He was afraid he'd do it again tonight. While the sex after was good, it was still humiliating.
He entered their bedroom and began to undress for bed. Sheila came out of the bathroom with her hands behind her back. "Joe."
"Yes?"
"Thinking about your little problem today, I came up with a solution."
"Really?" Joe asked turning to look hopefully at her.
"Yep." Sheila brought her arms out from behind her back held up a large diaper.
"A diaper? That's the solution? How's that solve the problem?" Joe asked.
"Well, silly, if you wear a diaper to bed, you won't get the sheet wet when you go wee-wee, now will you?"
Joe frowned. "I am not going to wear a diaper to bed."
"It's not a baby's diaper. It's an adult diaper for people who have this sort of problem. A lot of adults wear them. Besides, I don't have time to wash 2 sets of sheets every day."
"I've only wet the bed twice in one night once."
"OK, but even so, once is more than enough. You are 25, you shouldn't be wetting the bed. This way at least I won't get wet along with you."
Shamed by her statement. Joe hung his head in acquiescence. "Good. Now let's get these on you." Sheila said coming up to him. "Get those underpants off."
Joe did as Sheila instructed and put the diapers on, his face turning red as she had him turn around so she could make sure they were secure. "Now off to bed." She patted him on the bottom and hurried him to their bed.
At about one am Joe woke, his groin once again feeling wet. "Crap." He rolled over to nudge Sheila. "Honey, do you have any more of these. This one's wet." Sheila opened her eyes and smiled at him. She gave him a peck on the forehead and jumped out of bed.
When she returned, Joe pulled his covers off and was about to get up. But Sheila put her hand on his chest, lightly rubbing his chest hairs. "Lay back, let me do this for you." Not knowing what to say, but enjoying her sensual touch, Joe laid back down.
Sheila unvelcroed his wet diapers and then guided his legs up in the air so she could take them off. He felt ridiculous, like a small baby as she did this. She'd brought a wet rag and wiped him off, arousing him in the process.
Sheila ignored his horniness and quickly fastened him back up with the clean diaper. As she did so, she leaned forward, her robe falling open. "So, my little boy want some warm milk to help him get back to sleep?"
The sort of condescending way she said that made Joe feel uncomfortable, but the sight of her full breasts swimming above his head made him ignore the feeling. He opened his lips and stuck out his tongue to tease the nipple.
Shortly he was sucking on his wife's nipple and Sheila was grinding her thigh against his diapered groin. The sensation was odd, and very arousing, before he knew it, he was coming in the diapers. "Uhh" he said as the last of his cum spilled into the diapers.
Sheila smiled down at him. "Well I think we'll let you sleep in these wet diapers." Joe just smiled at her.
For the next three days things continued pretty much the same. Every night Joe woke to find his diapers wet. Usually twice a night, the third night three times. Joe was thinking he should see a doctor, but Sheila insisted his problem was minor. Pretty common.
Nonetheless, Joe was concerned. This stress he was under was causing him to wet his bed, and if that wasn't bad enough, he'd started noticing a lot of hair clogging the drain after his morning shower. Apparently he was going bald already! He was just surprised that he didn't see any gray hairs, those were supposed to be the tell tale signs of stress. It was now getting to the point where he was starting to spend as much time thinking about the symptoms of his stress as he was the cause. That was especially true at moments like this.
"Joe, Mr. Johnson will see you now." The receptionist said. Joe finished his cup of coffee. He'd had to wait a while to see Mr. Johnson, but it was worth three cups of coffee to finally see someone at an upper level.
Joe was shown into Mr. Johnson's office. Mr. Johnson was an older man, of the stern sort who liked to make their money the ëold fashioned way.' He asked Joe a large number of questions about his past work and his previous duties. As the questioning went on and on, Joe began to feel a bit of tension in his bladder from the coffee. Hopefully the interview wouldn't last too much longer.
About fifteen minutes later, Joe was describing one of his leadership experiences when he felt an odd tingling sensation in his penis and groin. The next thing his knew his lap was feeling warm. Joe's eyes got wide and he almost stopped talking as he moved his hand down to confirm what he already knew. He'd peed his pants while sitting in the chair.
Joe quickly finished what he was saying, moving his briefcase onto his lap. Sensing that Joe was suddenly in hurry to leave, Mr. Johnson wrapped things up and told Joe he'd be in touch. Joe got up carefully, shielding his crotch with his briefcase and left as fast as possible.
By the time Joe got home he was in tears. He didn't understand what was happening to him. Why was he loosing control all the time? Even in midday now. When he got home, he found Sheila waiting for him. One look at his pants told her the story. She smiled sadly at him.
"What am I going to do honey? I just peed my pants on an interview."
"Well first, we get you out of those wet pants." Sheila took his hand, and led him upstairs. At this point, Joe was so frustrated by his lack of bladder control he didn't know what to do but follow Sheila's guidance. Sheila sat him down on the bed and began undressing him.
Joe found himself babbling to her about the insanity of it all. Trying to explain to her and to himself how this could be happening. He had no idea. After she undressed him, Sheila went into the bathroom and came out with a diaper.
"What's that for? It's only 2 PM."
"Well, it seems to me if you're going to wet yourself in the middle of the day you should be wearing diapers in the middle of the day."
"I can't do that. That's insane!"
"Would you rather have pee-pee running down your legs at your interview?"
"No." Joe admitted, almost petulantly.
"Then let's get these on." Sheila said. Joe took the diaper from her and put it on. As he went to his drawer to get some new pants, Sheila came up behind him and whispered that since it was just the two of them, why didn't he skip the clothes and just go as he was around the house. The tone of her voice, and light touch down his back made him think it wasn't such a bad idea.
Joe followed her downstairs. "You've been so upset by this little problem, you're getting even more tense. I think this only adds to your problem." Sheila told him as they entered the kitchen.
"Probably, but what do I do?" Joe asked.
"Maybe you should have more than one shake a day. You say they relax you." Sheila suggested opening the refrigerator door.
"That's not a bad idea." Joe agreed. A protein shake sounded awfully good after the bad day he'd had.
"I brought home a new flavor to try." Sheila turned to him with a shake already to go from the refrigerator. "This one is strawberry flavored."
"Well, what have I got to lose?" Joe said as he reached for the shake.
It was two days after the incident at Mr. Johnson's and Joe was sitting at the table going through the want ads. Since he was around the house he was just wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt over his diapers. Sheila was in the kitchen cleaning up after lunch.
Joe belched, it almost felt like lunch was coming back. Or maybe his morning shake. Suddenly his bowels rumbled and Joe realized he'd better hurry to the restroom. He got up and started walking to the restroom when he felt a knotting in his intestines, he started to walk very fast. He stopped suddenly as he felt his sphincter muscles giving way. "No...." Joe cried out loud. His ass ring was expanding on it's own. He couldn't hold it. He was shitting in his diapers! Joe tried to continue to the bathroom but it was hard with shit squishing in his diapers and more coming.
At first it felt normal, but as more came it was obvious he had diarrhea. He was at the bathroom door when Sheila reached him, having heard his cry. The look he gave her was almost one of total despair. Sheila sniffed and then just smiled sadly at him and shook her head.
"Come on my boy. We'd better change you." She led him into the bathroom and motioned him into the tub. As he stepped into the tub, she began tugging his sweatshirt off, and then once he was in, helped him get his pants off. It was very difficult and uncomfortable with full diapers. "Lay down." Sheila directed.
Joe did, and Sheila undid his diapers. As expected, they were very full and he did have diarrhea. Sheila threw he soiled diaper in the trash and proceeded to clean him with a wet rag, just like he was a baby. Joe couldn't help himself, tears started rolling down his cheeks. He felt so frustrated and upset by this. It was so humiliating. Sheila had to treat him like a little baby.
That night, Joe woke suddenly in the middle of the night. His stomach twisting into knots. He doubled over into a fetal position and then suddenly felt his bowels loosening again. "Noooo..." Joe cried. Sheila got up and patiently cleaned him once again.
After showering the next morning, Joe once again noticed the accumulation of hair in the drain. This was getting bad. He toweled himself off and stepped on to the scale for his weekly weigh in. 152 pounds! He hadn't weighed that little since his freshman year in college! That was almost 25 pounds in the week since he'd last weighed. That couldn't be right.
Joe stepped over to the full length mirror to look at himself. He ran his eyes down his body, trying to see the effects of the weight loss. He looked almost normal. He seemed to have lost a bit of the definition and overall muscle tone he'd picked up working out at the gym the last few years, but he didn't look sick. It wasn't like he was wasting away. Those pictures of people in Africa during droughts always looked emaciated, Joe thought he looked fine. If anything he seemed to have a healthy sheen to his skin that he'd been loosing since he entered his twenties, it didn't seem as course. Joe rubbed his chin, he only needed a quick shave this morning, not the normal routine to get rid of his thick growth. That was one nice thing.
Joe put his diapers on, not looking in the mirror as he did so. He hated wearing them, and seeing himself in the mirror with them gave him this really funny feeling. It made him feel sort of inadequate, helpless. The strange thing was, it wasn't necessarily a bad feeling, just a very uncomfortable one.
He put his suit on in the bedroom, fortunately the diapers didn't show too much. In fact they made his waist and upper legs fill his suit better. His coat felt a bit lose on him, probably the weight loss. How long could this go on? Well, he couldn't lose that much weight, he guessed. He'd find a job soon. He decided to put it out of his mind and go down and have his breakfast shake. Those shakes were so good they were about all he felt like eating. One in the morning, a light lunch and light dinner and then another shake. Wasn't there supposed to be protein in those things? Proteins built muscle, he should be gaining weight. He certainly wasn't hungry, except for a bit of a craving for the shakes, perhaps.
Joe barely made it home. He slammed the door behind him, sprinting for the rest room. He didn't make it. Joe leaned against the doorway in despair as he once again felt his bowels emptying themselves into his diapers. He just couldn't stop it. It was really bad diarrhea. Sheila came up to him and just patted him on the back reassuringly. He impulsively hugged her. He needed her support. Joe had no idea what he'd do without Sheila. She was the cornerstone of his existence. Without her strength and love, he had no idea how he'd be able to manage his deteriorating situation.
"There, there. Everything's going to be all right. I'm here to take care of you." Sheila gently rubbed and patted his back.
Joe sobbed, "why? why me?"
"Don't you worry about that. Thinking about it only makes your tension worse. Don't think, just act, just go with it. Trying to control your situation can only make it worse. Relax and let nature run its course. I'll take care of you, I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you."
"Oh Sheila, I love you so much. I don't..." Joe began, but Sheila leaned back and put a finger over his lips.
"Hush now, I love you too. I love you more and more every day. And I'll always be here for you. Now let's get your diapies changed." Sheila smiled at him and led him into the bathroom.
After she'd gently cleaned the poo, as she lovingly called it, from his bottom, Joe blushing as she almost treated him like a little baby, she dressed him in fresh diapers. "Lay down here on the couch and rest, while I go get you a treat."
Sheila left the room, while Joe simply rested on the couch, wearing nothing but diapers. He idly noted there was a children's show on public broadcasting. Now why had Sheila been watching that? He didn't have time to wonder because his wife returned with what looked like a vanilla shake.
"Here we go! Yet another new flavor we've introduced! Now we have chocolate, strawberry and French vanilla! I thought maybe after all you've been through a shake before dinner might help you relax some. Then you can have your chocolate one before going to bed so you can sleep."
"Thanks, dear." Joe smiled at her. How considerate of her. If anything proved how much she loved him, it was in these little things. While he hadn't thought himself hungry, the thought of a shake almost made his stomach growl. Slurrrp. He surprised himself, almost drinking half the shake in one long gulp.
"Slow down now. You don't want to get a tummy ache, do you?" Sheila asked.
Joe smiled sheepishly at her and said coyly. "No mommy."
Sheila smiled even wider, and gently massaged her breasts. "Well why don't you finish that off and then mommy will give you a real treat." She began unbuttoning her blouse.
Joe quickly finished his shake. Not that he needed the incentive, but it was nice. As Sheila unfastened her bra her breasts sprang free, causing Joe to catch his breath. Oh...they looked so heavenly. Nice and plump, Joe almost swore they were heavier and rounder than normal, the nipples a couple of centimeters bigger around. Joe's penis hardened almost painfully within his diapers.
Sheila dropped her skirt as well, and then her panties. Her right hand massaged her quickly moistening mound, while her left traced circles around her nipples. While Joe normally loved every bit of his wife and normally would dig in anywhere, her breasts really were drawing his attention.
Sheila spread her legs and knelt on the couch, crotch directly over the bulge in his diapers, pressing firmly against his swelling manhood. With both hands, she lifted her breasts and leaned into Joe's face, enveloping him in the cools smooth, silky, flesh of her breasts. Joe gasped, turning his head, mouth searching for the delectable morsel he knew to be near.
His mouth found the nipple, tongue lapping at the tip as he tried to draw it into his mouth. Pretty soon he had it in, the nipple tightening under his lips. He sucked hard on her tit, massaging it with his lips, twisting gently, but mainly pulling on it. Sheila slid up and down on his crotch, Joe could almost feel the opening of her cunt trying to envelope his prick through the thick plastic and paper.
Joe had been sucking on the nipple for about five minutes when his eyes shot wide open! Something wet had shot into his mouth. He sucked again, and his mouth got wetter. He looked up into his wife's eyes as they both realized what had happened. She was lactating! Joe was sucking milk from her breast! With that realization Joe lost control, his dick started pulsing wildly in his diapers, soaking them with cum. Even as he did so he felt Sheila contract and moan loudly as her own orgasm hit her.
Talk about your kinky sex! Joe thought as Sheila slid to his side. This was incredible. At least their sex life wasn't suffering because of his stress. It was better than ever. Sheila wrapped her arms around Joe as he nestled his head on her full breasts, and drifted off.
Joe woke a little later as Sheila rose to fix dinner. He wasn't hungry, apparently the shake had filled him up. Sheila just smiled and said, "No problem, maybe you'll be a little hungrier by bedtime and you can have your normal chocolate shake." That sounded good to Joe.
Joe had his shake before going to bed and that more than filled him for the evening. It seemed to just exactly hit the spot. He supposed it should have been no surprise, but about midnight, Joe woke with his bowels grumbling. He pulled the covers aside to get out of bed, but it was too late. He shit his diapers again. "Damn!" Sheila woke and once again changed him.
Joe woke in the morning, his intestines complaining again. He laid still, concentrating with all his might on holding it, but to no avail. Almost with a will of its own he felt the rings of his sphincter muscles slowly opening and then suddenly a burst of poop filled his diapers. What was going on? Joe wondered. He'd eaten almost nothing yesterday. How could he have to fill his diapers so much?
Sheila helped him get the diapers off in the tub and then he took his shower. Once again he couldn't help but notice how much hair was on the drain. On impulse he stepped onto the scale again. 145! 7 pounds in a day? What sort of diet plan was this. Joe ran to the mirror, it was hard to see a whole lot of difference from yesterday. Perhaps some more muscle loss. His chest muscles didn't seem very thick anymore, less pronounced, his biceps too? Maybe. Probably not that much from yesterday. Mainly his imagination, Joe thought. What was not his imagination was his chest hair. That's where most of the hair in the drain was coming from, and his legs as well.
The hair on his head seemed as thick as ever, maybe fuller, but certainly the dense mat that had covered his chest was thinning. For the first time in years Joe could see more skin on his chest than hair, the same with his legs. Normally they were covered with thick blackish-brown hair, but now lots of skin showed through. What was up? It didn't make any sense. At least it wasn't something that showed.
Joe shook his head and went to get dressed and then have his shake. He was feeling rather hungry for it this morning. More so than usual. Maybe his appetite was coming back. Hopefully the worst was over. Maybe he'd even get past the hiring manager in his interview today.
Joe spent the morning at the copy store, revising his resume for the job interview coming up. He'd sent them the generic one, but they'd inquired over the phone about some specific experiences, so he'd decided to include them on a more detailed version. As he hit the print key on the computer, he suddenly felt the now all too familiar rumbling sensation. "Oh shit!" Joe grabbed his brief case and fled to the bathroom. However, about like he expected he didn't make it. This time though it wasn't all his fault. He felt his asshole open up and begin to let go, as he waited for someone else to come out of the one person restroom. He didn't have to wait long, less than a minute even, but that was still too long. Joe sighed as he got in the restroom. Now what was he going to do? He didn't have time to go home before the interview. Morosely he dug through his soft side briefcase looking for the time and address note again, hoping against hope. To his surprise he discovered, at the bottom, a spare diaper Sheila must have stuck in there for him.
Bless her! Joe thought to himself. She thinks of everything. Joe carefully took his suite off, trying to not dislodge his full diapers and then spent the next 15 minutes trying to clean himself up and put the new diapers on. It was a lot harder to do it on his own. It was so much easier for Sheila to do it! He hadn't realized how grateful he should have been. Doing it on his own was a pain. It was such a mess, and trying to get the diapers off without spilling was a real problem.
Eventually, Joe made it to the interview. Sitting there, he at least felt some level of confidence, having survived the morning. "Now, Joe," his interviewer said. "You say on your resume, that you graduated from college 3 years ago?" She looked at him a bit strangely, as if surprised by this.
"That's correct. I'm 25, and have been working for the last 3 years." Joe answered.
She shook her head slightly, smiling somewhat. "Amazing. I would swear you couldn't be over 20 at most. In fact, when you walked in, I guessed 18."
Joe was surprised. He knew he didn't look that young, even with his weight loss and that shine he'd noticed to his skin. He didn't quite know how to react. "You're too kind. It sometimes seems even longer than three years." Like right at this moment.
Unfortunately the interview seemed to go slightly downhill from there. Joe really got the impression she thought he was lying about his age. He couldn't understand it. It was just as well the interview ended a bit early, as he got up to leave, he felt the warm feeling in his diaper signifying that he had just wet himself. At this point it just seemed like par for the course.
When Joe got home, Sheila was also once again home. As always ready to help him change. Even though he could change the wet one's easily enough by himself, Sheila insisted on helping him. That was what she was there for. Afterwards, dressed once again only in diapers, Joe sat on the couch and sipped on a vanilla shake. Sheila had another kid's movie on TV, it was pretty funny, but Joe was a little concerned.
"Sheila?" Joe asked his wife, who had her arms wrapped snuggly around him.
"I know how much you want a baby."
"I know you do honey." She rubbed her cheek against the top of his head.
"But you do realize that, even if we can turn our luck around, right now is not a good time for a baby. Not while I don't have a job."
"Don't worry about a baby dear. I'm perfectly happy with the way things are going now. I do want a baby, and I will have one, and probably sooner than you think. But don't you worry about it or your needing to get a job. The baby will come when things are right for it. Not until you're ready."
"But we're not having one until I have a job? Right?" Joe was not sure what his wife was getting at.
"Relax my sweet. By the time there is a baby in THIS house, you won't be looking for a job anymore." She rubbed her nose against his and gently kissed him. Joe started to kiss her back, but suddenly his colon had something else in mind.
"Oh no..." Joe started to get up, but it was too late again. His pants began filling even before he could get off the couch. "What is going on. I'm hardly eating anything! What do I have to shit out?"
As with the previous nights, Joe woke in the middle of the night, this time he discovered it was too late. He'd pooped in his diapers while he was asleep. It was only the discomfort of the runny mess that had woke him. He had trouble falling back to sleep, he was really starting to worry. His worry wasn't helped by waking up at three and needing yet another change.
"This is getting ridiculous." Joe said as he rinsed himself off in the shower the next morning. He'd once again woke this morning to find his diapers full again, that made three dumps in the night. He hadn't eaten enough to poop that much, only had a small salad and three shakes yesterday. His stomach growled at the thought of the shake. "Gees those things are addictive," Joe said to himself.
Suddenly Joe looked at his hand, there were loose hairs all over it. He rinsed it off under the shower, realizing there was even more hair in the drain than usual. Quickly he ran his hand down his legs, watching in amazement as the hair on his legs came off on his hand. The same with the hair on his arms and chest.
By the time he was done showering, and all the hair that was coming off had come off, the only hair on his body was a small patch under his arms and around his penis. "What is going on here?" Joe said. He stepped on to the scale. 125! He was down another 20 pounds since yesterday.
"Sheila!" he called. His voice almost sounding a little higher than usual. Joe stared at himself in the mirror. His chest was almost completely flat, except for slightly puffy nipples. His biceps too, were thin, as were his legs and thighs. He looked like a thirteen year old. He swore he was even shorter. Judging by the bathroom tiles, he was a couple inches shorter.
What was happening. This obviously wasn't right. Even as he thought this, he felt his penis spring up. It was hard, hard at something that wasn't even sexual, like when he was a teenager. At this point Sheila came into the bathroom, carrying his shake.
She didn't seem surprised at all. Instead she just handed him his shake. Without thinking he started gulping it down. "Yes?" his wife asked. Joe found himself staring at her shoulders. This proved he was shorter! Normally he could look her right in the eyes.
He finished off the last of his shake and almost shouted. "Look at me? Don't you see anything wrong?"
Sheila looked at him, up and down. "Not particularly. You look very healthy to me. Why don't you get your diapers on and walk over to the mall. I am sure the fresh air will do you good."
"Sheila, for god's sake! Can't you see that something is terribly wrong here. I went to bed last night my normal age..." he stopped, thinking about the woman at the interview yesterday. "Today I look like a teenager!"
"Now, now, just relax." Sheila unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was already open. Joe's eyes quickly riveted on her nipples. Like any thirteen year old's would have. He felt precum starting to leak from his aching cock. Sheila's breasts seemed even fuller than the other day. They were positively huge, they looked almost succulent...that was the word that came to Joe's mind. The aureoles had to be over 2 inches across and the nipples stuck out well over half an inch. Without thinking, he moved towards her, even as she dropped her skirt, revealing that she hadn't been wearing any underwear.
Joe's lips locked around one of Sheila's giant nipples, feeling it tighten and swell under his sucking. It was almost like he couldn't help himself. His mouth moving of its own accord. Sheila guided them down to the floor.
Even as he wriggled on top of her, arranging himself so that his pulsing cock slid smoothly in to her moist cunt, Joe never let his lips leave his wife's nipple. In he plunged his cock, in he sucked her nipple, as far as it would go. As he penis slid back, so did he let her nipple slide out of his mouth. It was, Joe thought in the heated frenzy of lovemaking, almost like her nipple was fucking his mouth as his dick fucked her hole. Back and forth in a steady rhythm.
Very shortly, Joe felt milk bursting from Sheila's breast. Filling his mouth. It tasted good, warm, comforting. Almost as good as the shake. After about three or four minutes of this, Joe felt his balls tighten and then shoot! Out...his seed pouring into his wife's belly, filling her with his love.
Joe simply laid there, resting on top of his wife, spent. What an orgasm! That was incredible. Just thinking about it, he felt himself getting hard again.
"Now dear. I really do think you need some fresh air. Why don't you get dressed and go to the mall?"
Joe walked back to his house. He'd finally decided Sheila had been correct. Fresh air had helped. He was feeling a lot better. Not good, but not quite so shocked. After they'd had sex, he'd gotten dressed. That hadn't been easy either. None of his clothes fit him anymore. He'd finally found a pair of shorts that had been too small for him before. Given his diapers, they'd fit OK around his now smaller waist. At first he'd been concerned because the legs now reached down to his knees and were baggy, but at the mall he'd seen a number of other boys...other boys? that word, other, bothered him, dressed the same. So the shorts and a baggy shirt hanging to his crotch wasn't out of place.
It was so weird. He couldn't get over it. Why was he so young? He really looked like a thirteen year old. True, he didn't really look like he did when he was first thirteen, he'd already had a bit more hair and hadn't been quite as thin. He'd stopped in the mall bathroom and examined himself in one of the stalls, his legs were completely hairless, almost silky smooth. As was his chest and arms. He couldn't get over it. He really did look like any of the other thirteen year olds in the mall. Which is why he'd walked. He was too nervous to drive a car. If a cop noticed him driving the car, he'd never be able to explain the situation.
Joe had no clue what was happening, but finally decided he'd have to deal with it. At worst, being a thirteen year old wouldn't be too horrible. He'd be able to do a few things differently with his life. But what was Sheila going to do? He'd never be able to get a job looking like this. After about three hours at the mall, and a salad in the food court, he decided to head home and talk with his wife. As he turned the corner of his street, he noted a big truck pulling away from the front of his house.
He idly wondered why it would have been parked there. Maybe just looking at a map trying to make a delivery. As it drove by him he noted the sign on the side of the truck, "Baby MegaMart." That was odd, he didn't know the neighbors too well, but didn't think any of them had babies. At that point Joe felt his stomach rumbling and began walking faster. It didn't do any good, as he was walking up the drive way, he felt his ass cheeks spread slightly as another load of poop started oozing out his asshole, filling his diapers. It was almost getting routine, Joe thought as he paused for a moment.
At this point he noted the car in front of the garage. "Damn!" It was his mother-in-law's car. What was that bitch doing here? That was all he needed was for her to see him like this. Quietly, Joe tried easing his way in through the back of the house, hoping to get to the bathroom without running in to her. He was just crossing the threshold of the bathroom door, when he heard her.
"Well, look who's home." He turned anxiously. There was his mother-in-law, looking him over, from head to toe. "Looks right on schedule to me." Joe was puzzled by this statement, he didn't have much time to react because Sheila showed up from the other direction. She smiled at him kindly and walked forward, hands behind her back.
"There's my love. Here, give me a hug." Joe was rather puzzled by his wife's actions, but none the less gave her a big hug. He closed his eyes, as he felt his cock stiffen in his diapers in response to the feel of her large breasts rubbing against his chest.
Click. Joe opened his eyes. Sheila had fastened something around his neck. "What's this?" He moved to the bathroom mirror to look. There was some sort of padded metal collar around his neck. He couldn't find a latching mechanism on it.
This was odd.
"Oh it's nothing. It's just temporary, a little something to make sure you don't wander off, accidentally, during the next few days."
"What?"
"Now, I smell that you've been a naughty boy and went poo-poo in your diapers again. In the tub with you." Sheila began ushering him into the bathroom. Surprised by her behavior, Joe let himself be led back. Sheila began to unbutton his shirt. "Now let's get this off you. Little boys shouldn't be wearing big boy's clothes. She pulled the shirt off easily, then yanked on his shorts, which also fell off easily. Apparently even looser than this morning.
"What's going on here, Sheila?" Joe demanded, even as he let her push him back into the tub for changing.
"Why we're changing your diapies, silly." Sheila said unfastening his diapers. Efficiently, she stripped them down. At this point Joe suddenly realized his mother-in-law was standing over Sheila watching. His face flushed red.
"Do you mind?" he asked her.
"Now Joey," his mother-in-law stated, "it's not like I've never seen a little boy's diapers changed before."
"I'm not a little boy." Joe said, realizing even as he said it that it sounded petulant, just like a little boy.
"Have you looked in a mirror lately?" His mother-in-law asked.
"Sheila! What the hell is going on here?" He demanded, even as his wife lifted his legs and began wiping the diarrhea off his bottom.
"Oh, what a nice smooth hairless little butt you have!" Sheila exclaimed. Her finger poked gently at his anus, tickling it. Joe's cock swelled, precum leaking. He couldn't believe this was happening. In front of his mother-in-law even. As Sheila wiped his groin too, Joe noted in surprise that a lot of the remaining pubic hairs around his penis seemed to come up with the cloth. He now only had a very small patch right around the base of his cock. Sheila quickly proceeded to put his diapers on, still without answering him. As she fastened them, Joe noted that her mother had disappeared, thankfully.
"Now, let's get you up." Sheila easily helped him up and out of the tub. He looked to the bucket Sheila had put the mess in. There was an awful lot of crap in those diapers. A lot more than he'd eaten in days. He glanced in the mirror, and then did a double take. He wasn't sure, but he looked almost younger yet.
At this point, Sheila's mother came back in, carrying a shake. "Here you go Joey, drink up."
"No thanks." Joey said, more out of principle than desire. The shake did look really good, and he felt a growl in his stomach telling him how hungry he suddenly was.
"Are you sure?" the woman asked.
"Well," that shake looked damn good, he felt his mouth start to water. "I guess I could do with one." He hated having her bring him one though. He took it and started drinking it, almost greedily as Sheila led him out of the room. He finished it and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Now, Sheila, what is going on here? Why is your mother here and why are you behaving so oddly?" At this point they were walking past the extra bedroom. The one Sheila and he had planned to redo as a nursery some day. Joe stopped in his tracks.
The room was full of baby furniture! All sorts of things. A crib, a changing station, toys, diapers, high chair, stroller. The truck had been stopped here. "What the hell is going on!"
"Now, now" Sheila's mother chided. "Little boy's shouldn't use that language."
"I'm not a little boy, and I'll use what ever language I feel like." Joe snapped. "Sheila."
"Well, Joey," Sheila said, as if explaining the obvious to a small child, "as you know, I've always wanted a baby. So far you haven't been able to provide me one."
"Well it's not my fault. The doctor said my sperm count was fine!" Joey interrupted.
"Whatever." Sheila said, almost annoyed at being interrupted. "The point is you are now going to provide me with my baby."
"What do you mean? We just had a conversation the other night. We agreed we wouldn't be having any kids until I found a job. That's looking even more difficult given the current situation."
"No," Sheila corrected, "what we agreed was that by the time I had a baby, you wouldn't be looking for a job. And you won't. Babies don't need jobs."
That stopped Joe in his tracks. He got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Sheila, what are you saying? Are you saying my current situation is your doing?"
"I am saying that I am soon going to have a baby, and that you are providing it. You're going to be my baby."
"That's ridiculous, I'm not a baby! I'm a grown man, I'm your husband!"
"True, you're not a baby. Yet. But have you looked in a mirror lately, you're already about 11 or 12, only a few more days and you'll be an infant."
Joe was horrified. "How? Why? You're doing this to me. But why? How do you plan to support yourself and a baby"
"I can answer most of those." Sheila's mother said. "The how is a new biogenetic age-reducing formula our company has developed. You've been taking it, and it's been making you younger."
"The shakes!"
"Exactly." She smiled almost evilly. "My daughter has always wanted a baby of her own, and I've always wanted a grandchild. Now we're both going to get our wish. While I never liked you as a son-in-law, I will be thrilled to have you as a grandson in law."
Joe looked in shock from his mother-in-law to his wife. Both of whom were looking back coldly. "As to how she will support you," the woman continued, "once she's no longer, ëmarried' to you, my ex husband's will changes and she becomes a one third owner in the company and very wealthy."
"Sheila? How could you?" Joey asked desperately, his voice cracking as he asked her. He was in shock. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. It was too evil, too diabolical, he couldn't believe his wife would do something like this.
"I want my baby, Joey, and you'll be perfect. I'll be able to give you all the advantages of a good upbringing that you never had. I realize now that that is why I was so attracted to you. It was the fact that you were an orphan for most of your life, it brought out my maternal instincts. I just mistakenly married you, instead of taking you as my baby. But that's changing now."
Joe just shook his head. "Well I won't let you. You won't get away with this." Joe dodged around them, taking them by surprise and headed for the back door. He didn't care if all he was wearing was diapers. He had to get out of this crazy place, and fast, before they made him a baby. He made a beeline for the door. As he stepped through the back door, he suddenly dropped to the ground in agony. The collar around his neck was hurting him. It stung like hell and he felt all light headed, like it was cutting off circulation to his brain.
He gasped for air as Sheila drug him back in the house, the pain vanishing once inside. "Now, don't be a bad little Joey. That's why we put this collar on you, while you can still walk. We don't want you leaving here. But it will only be for a few days, soon you won't be able to walk anywhere." Joe stared at her in horror. Suddenly, with a loud fart, he felt his hole give way again, his diapers filling with poop.
Sheila noticed this, and as soon as he was finished, she helped him up and led him to the bedroom. He couldn't even resist. He was still light headed from the collar and in shock over the current state of affairs. How could she do this to him. He loved her!
Sheila laid him down on the bed, her mother had disappeared, hopefully she'd left. Sheila went out of the room to get the changing bucket. When she returned she shut the bedroom door behind her and punched the lock. She set the bucket beside the bed and then unbuttoned her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders. Then her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear or bra.
Her large breasts called to Joe. His dick was still hard from this morning and all he could do was stare at his wife's breasts. They looked indescribably good to him. Staring at them, he almost forgot the horror of his situation. Sheila leaned over and began changing him. As she wiped him with a cloth in one hand, she gently stroked his inner thigh with the other. The tingling sensation as her hand gently tickled his new silky skin, caused precum to drip from his cock onto his belly. He felt a brief tugging sensation in his groin as she wiped and looked down to see that all his pubic hair was now gone. He was completely hairless except for his head. Even his balls had no hair on them. Sheila played with them briefly, his scrotum tightening up, bringing his balls up close to his cock.
Sheila put the rag away, and once more raised his legs, this time over her shoulders. Her finger played gently with his asshole, feeling around the smooth hairless hole. "Well I thought we'd have one more fling. I expect that by tonight or maybe tomorrow, you won't be able to have an orgasm anymore." Joe's stomach did a flip flop at this, but he was so horny at the moment he could barely think.
Sheila's finger slid into his tight little butt hole. "Let me see if I can give your prostate a little love, before it stops doing anything for you." Joe moaned as his wife slipped a second finger in. She'd never done this before, Joey had never felt this type of pleasure. Suddenly she hit something and cum started spewing from his swollen prick, all over his belly. He couldn't help it. Sheila slowly withdrew.
Joe lay there gasping. Slowly, his wife lowered his legs to the bed and began crawling over him. His eyes riveted on her boobs. The still looked incredible, even though he was spent. He felt a sort of sexual hunger for them, despite having just come. As one large nipple came to his mouth, Joey automatically clamped his lips around it and began sucking. It felt really good, almost natural, relaxing.
Relaxing or not, Joey felt his cock growing harder. Obviously there was one benefit to being in puberty again. Sheila's pubic hair and cunt rubbed on his cock. He'd shrunk so much in height that with his lips on her breast, his cock could easily rub between her legs, massaging her clit.
Joey sighed almost contentedly as milk start oozing from the tip of Sheila's nipple. At first a trickle and then a stronger stream as he adjusted his sucking to get just the right amount. The milk tasted so good to him. He wondered what Sheila had had to take to get her breasts to lactate like this. In a lot of ways the taste of the milk was like the taste of the shake, only warm and runnier.
His penis finally found its way into her cunt and he once again managed to establish a rhythm of sucking and fucking. It felt incredible. Good enough that Joey couldn't even worry about his situation. On and on they went, Joey losing track of time with the intensity of the experience, just feeling the growing sensation of fullness in his belly as he sucked the milk. Finally, Joe felt a tensing in his ball sack and then a burst as he shot hard into Sheila's vagina.
He gasped and felt Sheila shuddering slightly and moaning. As Joey opened his mouth to gasp for air, Sheila pulled up.
"Now, that was a good boy. Mamma's so happy with her boy!" Joey felt exhausted, he couldn't even reply to Sheila's comments. He just laid there while Sheila got up and put new diapers on him. He felt really sleepy. The next thing he knew, Sheila was putting a blanket over him. "Now be a good little boy and take a nap, you'll feel much better when you wake up."
Joe woke up still feeling a bit groggy, he looked at the clock by the bed. It was 5 p.m. He'd slept most the afternoon away! He shivered under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around each other. It felt really odd. His arms were awfully skinny. He noted that the bedroom door was still shut, and got up and wandered into the bathroom off the bedroom. Looking in the mirror, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
In the full length mirror stood a boy about 11 years old. Straight dark brown hair hanging with bangs about half way down his forehead. The boy's arms were thin, no muscle to speak of, his chest completely flat, although his nipples were a little bit puffy, as was typical for a lot of boys starting puberty. He wasn't emaciated, he just looked like a slightly gawky preteen. He couldn't get over how thin his thighs were. His diapers, as incongruous on a boy this age, as they were on adult Joe, hung rather baggy on his skinny butt. His fingers were thin, almost fragile, his face completely smooth, satiny almost. He stepped on the scale, 90 LB's! He couldn't believe this.
Looking back at his diapers though, he decided that the most nerve wracking was that his dick was hard. Here he was in a...well, preteen? crisis and his dick was harder then hell. Almost as if he was getting some thrill out of the horrible thing his wife and mother-in-law were doing to him. He knew he wasn't, and shouldn't be feeling any such thing, but why was he hard? Was it just a standard puberty sort of always on hard on? It had been so long that he'd forgotten what those years were like.
Joey unfastened his diapers in front to look at his hard on. It was definitely swollen. But was it smaller? Joey wasn't sure, but it looked like it too had shrunk along with his body. Certainly his scrotum had tightened and shrunk, his balls didn't hang anywhere near as low as before, and while his hand felt about the same size, wrapped around his dick, he knew for a fact that his hand had shrunk.
His hand felt so good there, that he began moving it back and forth. With his other hand he reached up and massaged his right nipple. Alternating with stroking his smooth, but wrinkled ball sack The sensations felt so good. It was almost surprising, the sensations really felt different. It was almost like when he'd first learned about jacking off. Those early days when he went through puberty for the first time. Before the magic started wearing off and it got to be almost more routine than simple wonder and pleasure. It wasn't like he didn't occasionally beat off, after he'd married Sheila, he still