Kevin Comes Home

Carly was beside herself with excitement. Her son Kevin had just gotten his degree and a good job, and he was coming home to stay with her until he'd saved up enough money for a house of his own. It would be wonderful to have him home with her again, almost like having her little boy back. Little boy! At 6'2", he towered over her even five-foot height. But she still thought of him as her baby, even though he was a grown man. She was still a relatively young woman, though, young enough to get away with acting a little like a kid, to be silly and have fun.

She could tell her excitement was working on her as her trips to the bathroom grew more frequent. As she sat on the toilet, emptying her bladder yet again, she looked down and saw the incontinence pad stuck into her panties: soaked. Like many women, she'd suffered from incontinence after Kevin was born, severe right after the birth but lessening over time. After a couple of months, she experienced only occasional light leakage. But it grew worse again over time, especially in the last couple of years. She now leaked pee on a continuous basis and wore the most absorbent pads she could find around the clock. Anything that made her excited or nervous made her leak even more. It was all very annoying, she thought as she pulled the wet pad from her underpants, tossed it in the trash, and replaced it with a new one. This was something she did a few times every day, just a normal part of her life.

When he got home that day, he seemed just as excited as she was. She ran to greet him as he walked into the house, and they threw their arms around each other, her big, strong son lifting her off the floor as he squeezed her. Carly barely noticed it when all the excitement and jumping around caused her to lose a gush of pee into her pad, which quickly soaked up her leak. She helped him get settled into his old bedroom, then went to change her pad again before starting dinner for the two of them.

Over the next few days, they hung out and sort of got reacquainted with each other, got used to sharing a living space again after his time away at college. Kevin made himself useful around the house, fixing things that needed fixing and helping out with the chores. One day, he volunteered to shop for groceries with her, and as he was taking the bags into the house, her package of pee pads fell out onto the counter in plain view of both of them. Carly blushed as she noticed her son's eyes on the package, and she blushed even harder as she felt a spurt of pee release into the pad she was wearing, her embarrassment triggering a leak. "It's okay, Mom. I understand. Lots of women have that problem." She said thanks and picked the bag up, carrying it off to the bathroom, where she quickly changed to a fresh pad as the one she had on had gotten quite wet during the outing.

It may have been a little unusual, but Carly had always loved playing video games with her son. One day, they were playing a racing game after the chores were out of the way, and it was so much fun that they both quickly lost track of time, a couple of hours easily passing before they knew it. Carly's character sped across the finish line, and she jumped up from the carpet where she'd been sitting, yelling and cheering as she rubbed his face in her victory. "Uh, Mom," Kevin said, glancing down. "I think you had a leak." Carly glanced down and saw a wet spot in the crotch of her shorts. She'd been playing so long that her pad had overflowed with pee! "Oh," she blushed furiously. "Thanks, sweetie. I guess I just got too involved in the game to notice. I'll be right back." She set her controller down and dashed off to change her underwear and shorts, sticking a new pad in her panties. When she got back to the living room, she found her son scrubbing the carpet where she'd wet it slightly. "Oh, Kevin, you shouldn't have to do that!" she exclaimed. He brushed her off, saying, "It's fine. It needed to be done, and it helps you out. I'm done now, anyway."

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination or not, but after that, Carly thought she saw Kevin stealing glances at her crotch, as if he was looking for more wet spots to appear. She began to really get suspicious one night after dinner when he did indeed find another spot on the back of her pants as he helped her clean off the table. "You leaked again," he said casually and almost with a hint of irritation. She went off to change, and when she got back, she again found him scrubbing the seat where she'd been sitting. "Can't you tell how wet your pad is and when it needs to be changed? You're peeing on the furniture!" he asked her, now with obvious annoyance in his voice. "I'm sorry, honey. Sometimes, I just lose track and my leaks creep up on me," she replied, her face a deep red. Kevin just shook his head in reply, not looking at her. After that, there was no question that Kevin was checking her pants for wet spots, looking to see if she'd let her pad leak again. He came home from hanging out with his friends two nights later and found her curled up on the couch in front of the TV, a dark patch sticking out like a sore thumb on her crotch. "Mom!" he said. "Again?! For God's sake, go change your fucking pants and put on a dry pad!" His sudden anger surprised her, frightened her a little too, and she blushed even harder when it made her wet a little more. Once again, she came back to find him scrubbing up the pee she'd left behind. He wouldn't even look at her.

Kevin didn't speak to her after that, obviously angry with her. She tried to talk to him the next morning. "I can't help my leaks. It's a medical condition," she explained. "I understand that," he replied. "But you should be managing it better than you are. God, Mom, were you just peeing all over the furniture before I moved back?" She didn't say anything, her face getting red. She'd leaked through to her pants and the furniture many times before she knew what was happening. He guessed the answer from the look of embarrassment on her face and shook his head, walking off angrily.

When he came home from work that afternoon, he brought a shopping bag into the living room, where he found her Facebooking on her phone. He stood over her and told her to lie on the floor. She looked up at him, too confused to react. She started to ask him why, but he had already lost patience, bending over to put his arms under her. With little effort, he picked her up and set her on the floor. "What are you doing?!" she demanded. "What you refuse to do. If you're not going to be mature and responsible enough to manage your incontinence right, I'll do it for you!" he said as he took a package of adult diapers out of the bag. Her eyes widened as he opened it and pulled one out and unfolded it. He reached over and started to pull down her shorts, and she instinctively began to struggle in an effort to get free. "Hold still!" Kevin demanded, but Carly continued to fight him. He grabbed her arm, pulled her up over his knee, and slipped her shorts to her thighs, exposing her panties. She was powerless to stop him as he brought his hand down on her ass three times in a swift and severe spanking that left her scared, mortified, and breathless. "Be good and stay still unless you want another one!" he threatened as he set her back down. Tears fell from Carly's eyes as he grabbed her ankles and slipped the diaper under her, setting her down on the padding as if she were a baby. He tugged her underwear down, pulling her pants off entirely and leaving her most private area fully exposed. Kevin held up her panties and looked inside at the pad stuck to the crotch. "Just as I thought: soaked! I guess I caught you just in time before you leaked again," he said. He tossed the panties aside and picked up a bottle of baby powder, sprinkling it all over her cheeks and crotch. Finally, he pulled the diaper up between her thighs, adjusted the fit, and taped it shut.  "You can go back to playing with your phone now. I'll fix dinner tonight. But leave your diaper on, or I'll spank you again," he said. Predictably, it wasn't long before Carly felt a surge of pee in her crotch, which added to her embarrassment. She was used to wetting a pad, but now she had wet a diaper. She couldn't help feeling a little like a baby in that moment. She continued to wet during the evening as she always had, but she could go longer without changing. Of course, Kevin took care of that for her later on, replacing her soggy diaper with a dry one before putting her to bed for the night.

She woke up the next morning to Kevin smiling over her, "Good morning, sleepyhead." Before she was truly awake, he pulled her covers down, saying, "Let's check your diaper." The night before immediately came back to her just before he said, "That's what I thought: soggy, soggy. Let's get you changed." She laid there, humiliated, as her son untaped her wet diaper, wiped her off, and put her into a fresh one. As awful as that was, it would only get worse from there. Kevin made her call her job and quit, explaining that he'd be providing for her from then on. She was about to ask what she would do with her day if she was no longer working when the doorbell rang. Kevin told her to wait in the kitchen, where they'd just finished breakfast, and went to answer the door. He returned a moment later with his girlfriend Hannah, who it was revealed would now be Carly's babysitter. "Babysitter?! But I'm not a baby!" she exclaimed. In response, Kevin walked over and squeezed the padding in her crotch that rested below her T-shirt. "You're not just a baby, Mom; you're a WET baby." Then, turning to Hannah, he said, "I just changed her a little while ago, though, so she should be good for now." Hannah smiled, "That's okay. She looks so cute! And aren't all babies cute when they think they're grown-ups?" Kevin left for work a few minutes later, warning Carly, "Be good for Hannah and do everything she tells you to do, or I'll deal with you when I get home."

It took a while, but the inevitable happened, and Carly needed changing, which meant she was forced to let Hannah take care of it for her. But that was nothing compared to what happened a few hours later. Hannah refused to let Carly use the toilet, saying, "Silly girl! Babies don't poop in the potty, they go in their diapers! So, you just go right ahead and make a poopie, and Hannah will get you all cleaned up!" Carly was mortified and disgusted, and she couldn't keep herself from crying. Hannah put her arms around her and rubbed her back to comfort her, and Carly couldn't deny that it worked. Unfortunately, to her added humiliation, Hannah was still holding her when her bowels finally gave out and she messed her diaper. This brought more tears, and poor Carly cried all through her diaper change.

Even that day was only the start. Kevin ordered bigger, thicker diapers with all sorts of babyish prints for her from online, and these were what she wore from then on. At home, she generally went around with no pants to cover her shame so that she could be checked and changed easily. She was fully dressed whenever she was taken out in public, but Kevin always carried a diaper bag with everything he might decide she needed. Included was a pacifier with a nipple large enough to fill her mouth, which he got to comfort her when she kept crying about her new status in the house. He made that official early on, dropping her title as "mom" and calling her by her first name, as well as pet names like "baby" and "sweetie" from time to time. He also insisted that she call him Daddy, and she quickly learned to obey him. He took over the master bedroom, moved her into his old room, and turned it into a nursery, complete with an oversized crib and changing table fully stocked with big, bulky diapers. By the time Hannah moved in and became her mommy, Carly had lost all control of her bladder, wetting without even noticing it. But she still hated wearing diapers and being treated like a baby. But the worst of all was when her own son change her poopy diapers. She would sometimes lie there and remember when she'd changed his diapers, and that was when she most felt like a baby.

The End