“Your Pampers wet, sweetie?” Gloria asked her son-in-law Patrick, who just shook his head as he play
“Your Pampers wet, sweetie?” Gloria asked her son-in-law Patrick, who just shook his head as he played an old Atari video game and kicked his legs babyishly in front of the small black and white TV. The hell if Gloria was going to spend money on a nice TV and video game system on this bedwetting moron. She was four days into her two-week babysitting term. Her daughter Lisa was in the Bahamas with Tom. Gloria had time to think back about how this whole laughable situation began. It was a year earlier when she came over early to Patrick and Lisa’s. She was jolted as she walked into the door and saw Patrick standing at the counter in the kitchen in nothing but diapers. Diapers. On her 25-year-old son in law. The son in law who had so far failed to give her a grandchild. Jesus. Patrick had sprinted from the kitchen to the bedroom while Lisa came in, confused. And when Gloria said, “Why is your husband wearing diapers?” Lisa had said, “Mom, they’re, uh, night time pants. Or briefs. That’s what they are called and that’s the term Patrick wants to use. Diapers is infantilizing.”“Well that doesn’t do anything to answer WHY he’s wearing DIAPERS.”“Mom. Briefs. Please. Patrick’s boyhood bedwetting has reared its head. The doctor thinks it might be stress or it just happens sometimes. But it hasn’t gone away so we’re going with the dia, er, briefs.”Gloria shook her head. A bedwetting sissy was married to her daughter! Unbelievable. He wasn’t worthy and she had to make her daughter see that. Anytime she saw him she’d ask him how his bedwetting and diapers were going. At family gatherings, anywhere. The induced stress led to more bedwetting. And daytime accidents. And eventually even Lisa was using the proper term of “diapers” when describing what her husband had to wear. She felt bad for him but also it was a bit much being married to a pants-pisser. Girls don’t dream of that. And obviously their love life had collapsed. Patrick was nevrer the greatest but now he’d gone fully impotent, maybe from the fact he had to tape himself into diapers each night before sleep.Gloria kept at it, telling her daughter how she was married to a SISSY. “Only sissies wet themselves at night and during the day,” she’d say, ignoring the medical evidence. “You should put him into a bra and girl’s clothes and just complete the look.”And that got Lisa thinking. And acting. She did it to spice up her own libido. She kind of liked seeing her man feminized. But she didn’t want to fuck him. It made her want to fuck others. While her sissy hubby watched. Soon enough he was in diapers, bras, girlie hair, watching her get banged by half of town. One of whom would surely give her mom a grandkid.Eventually Gloria started disciplining the sissy and no longer used the word diapers. Now it was “Pampers.” Pampers for the sissy baby. They weren’t going to divorce him. His job was too good for that and had been very understanding as he started to transition to Patricia. They even understood the full-time diaper use. But she was going to punish and humiliate him for his Pampers-dependence. And it was dependence. He now shit himself too. Because of course. So now it was Mami and her sissy son-in-law, alone for a few weeks while her daughter got plowed on a beach. And hopefully knocked up. “Maybe we’ll have two babies,” she told her sissy son in law. Except one of them would eventually grow out of diapers. Little Patricia here was never going to be so lucky. -- source link