Bed Wetter

Chapter 1
"Not again"

Chapter Description: Jordan wakes up with a familiar sensation.

   Jordan stood in the corner of his room in a panic, he looked at the wet spot on his sheets and knew what it meant; he had wet the bed again. It was the 3rd night in a row where Jordan wet his bed after promising his mother that it wouldn't continue; over the past year Jordan had begun to wet the bed, but it was starting to become a consistent problem. The week prior he had wet the bed twice, and this week he had wet it 3 times in a row despite urinating as much as he could the night before, he didn't know what was causing it and didn't know how to stop it. He was beginning to feel like a little kid again, wetting the bed every night and having to tell his mommy. However after the previous morning his mother warned him that some steps would need to be taken if he couldn't stop wetting the bed, and he feared those steps. 

    He cracked the door open and peered out of his bedroom to see if his mom was up, from the crack he couldn't see much so he opened the door further and stuck his head out, looking back and forth across the hallway that connected every bedroom in his house he couldn't see anybody, nor could he hear anybody for that fact. He stepped out into the hallway and creeped forward, every step he took felt like an eternity as he listened as closely as he could for anyone inside the house. Realizing that if his mom saw him she would know something was up he decided to call out to see if anyone would respond, but he needed an excusable one, so he called out "Mom are those pancakes I smell?" projecting his voice so that the entire house could hear him. There was no response.

    Jordan was relieved, his mom must have been at the store or something with his little sisters and chose not to wake him up. So Jordan darted back into his room and grabbed his sheets, the washing machine was in the pantry and which was on the other side of the house and he needed to make it over there before anyone walked back inside.

    He began to sprint but nearly slammed into a wall when the thought occurred to him: What if she comes home before I'm done?

    Realizing that he needed an excuse he ran into the kitchen, and dropped his sheets on the floor, then he opened the fridge, his movements were sharp and fast. He needed something to stain the sheets that wasn't his own urine and knew one thing would do the trick; Cola. He grabbed a plastic bottle of cola from the fridge and swung around to open it over the sheets, but he was clumsy and dropped the bottle which exploded on the tile floor. 

    A lump grew in Jordan's throat, he needed to clean this up and get his sheets in the washer before his mom came inside and he needed to do it quickly. Jordan went to dash across the kitchen to grab some paper towels but his sheets were on the floor in front of him, which made him slip and crash to the floor. As he fell, the force of him slipping sent the sheet into the air, landing on top of Jordan who was now on the verge of tears. As he went to pull the sheet off of him he heard the backdoor open, and his mother walked into the kitchen. 

    Monica stood in shock at the state of her kitchen; cola everywhere and her son wrapped in a sheet, she was about to raise her voice and berate Jordan until she noticed the sheet on top of him, and the wet spot that she could make out. Her face softened realizing what her son was doing; and their eyes locked.

    Jordan began to sob.

...

    Monica tucked Jordan's freshly washed sheet into his bed, the elastics had wrapped around the lightly stained mattress as she patted the sheet down to make it look neat. She then walked over to a set of new sheets that she had gotten from their linen closet, in her mind it was better to have a rotation of clean sheets rather than use the same one over and over. She walked into the kitchen past the bathroom as Jordan looked in the mirror at himself in shame, he had just gotten out of the shower and spent the entire time in the bathroom sobbing from the embarrassment. He couldn't stand knowing that his mom saw him like that, and what was worse was that the bedwetting was becoming so frequent that his little sister would probably find out about it soon. As he sat there he could only imagine what she would say after finding out that Jordan had wet the bed, he feared a girl half his age mocking him at their dinner table for wetting his bed. He also had a sleep over soon which he would have to cancel, the idea of wetting his sleeping bag while with his friends was humiliating enough. 

    After putting his clothes on Jordan stepped out of the restroom and immediately heard his mom call his name, "Jordan! Come to the kitchen table!" she called out. He had another lump in his throat, his feet felt like they were a million pounds, he was beginning to sweat. His mom had said something would need to be done and he feared what she suggested.

    Jordan trudged into the kitchen where he saw his mom sitting in wait for him, she gestured to the chair and he begrudgingly sat down. She sighed and looked down before locking eyes with Jordan again. She wanted to speak but whatever she was trying to say wouldn't come out which made Jordan much more nervous; what was she trying to say and why couldn't she say it? She cleared her throat and fidgeted a bit before calming herself. "Jordan." she started then paused after before speaking again, "I got you a doctor's appointment with your pediatrician tomorrow. But until then we need to do something about this." She paused again, Jordan was simultaneously relieved and alarmed, he was happy to see his doctor but what was the "something" they needed to do? She spoke again, "I ordered some special underwear from walmart, and they should be here within the hour."

    Jordan was confused, then he spoke, "What kind of underwear?" he asked.

    Monica paused before speaking again, "They're pull ups." as she spoke she braced for Jordan to yell, which he did.

    "MOM I AM NOT WEARING PULL UPS!!!" He screamed, loud enough that the neighbors could hear yelling.

    Monica stood up and said "Do not yell!" firmly before Jordan yelled again.

    "THERE IS NO WAY THAT I'M WEARING A DIAPER TO BED MOM! THATS SO GROSS!!!" Monica grabbed his shoulders and put her face an inch away from his.

    She spoke in a firm whisper, "If you yell one more time then the neighbors are going to hear you."

    Tears began to well up in Jordan's eye, seeing that he was about to cry Monica pulled him close. Jordan pushed away but Monica held him as he began to cry. She rubbed her hand across his back softly and patted it occasionally, she softly shushed him as he sobbed and rocked him back and forth. She didn't know what to do but she knew Jordan had no other choice, he couldn't control his bladder at night which meant he needed something to stop the urine from staining everything.

    She embraced Jordan as he continued to sob. 

...

    Throughout the day Jordan dreaded what would come at night, Monica agreed to let Jordan only wear his pull ups while he slept as he hadn't been wetting his pants during the day. The thought made Jordan sick to his stomach, he remembered their baby niece Maggie who was still potty training and Jordan couldn't help but compare himself to her; the image of Maggie lying down on their floor with her legs spread and Jordan's older sister cleaning her was something Jordan often avoided looking at but now he couldn't get it out of his head. It lingered there, like an addiction, Jordan couldn't help but imagine himself in the exact same position with his mom cleaning him. He wasn't a baby, he was 15 years old; almost a man. He couldn't stop thinking about it throughout the day and wandered about the house in a fog, everything he did he lacked interest in, save for opening the fridge where he saw a jug of apple juice that Monica had bought for when Maggie and Lindsay visited. He stared at it for a few seconds before closing the door, it drummed up images of Maggie drinking from her sippy cup as Lindsay or Monica cut up hot dogs for Maggie to eat, he again imagined himself in her high chair mimicking her behavior; it made him sick but he didn't understand why he couldn't stop thinking about it. He spent his entire day with it on his mind and he couldn't take himself away from it, to the point where it gave him a headache. 

    After finishing a cup of water and eating a snack he realized that his headache was related to something else and decided that it was time for a nap, he entered his room and closed the door and the blinds. As he sat down in his bed he looked into his closet where he saw them: his pull ups. He stood up and closed the closet door before returning to his bed, upon sitting down the feeling finally came to him: freshly washed sheets. The image of the pull ups and the sensation of the sheets blended together in his mind and he rubbed his temples; he was annoyed and couldn't stand to keep thinking about it so he flopped down onto his bed. He rolled over onto his side and looked at the night stand next to his bed; on it was a lamp and a picture of his late father who passed when Jordan was 7. As he stared at his photo he couldn't help but think of how embarrassed his father would be, he was always pushing Jordan to do better and didn't like to see Jordan fall behind.

    As Jordan stared at his dad's photo he began to drift off to sleep, and then he woke up. The first thing Jordan felt was a cool dampness around his crotch and on his bed, he'd done it again. Jordan sat up and felt around the bed in a panic, it was soaked. He began to panic, if his mom saw this he would be forced to wear his pull ups during the day and he couldn't stand the thought of it. Again his mind went back to Maggie and he imagined the diaper checks that Lindsay and Monica did on her, and he imagined himself receiving the same diaper checks that she did. In his panic he came to a solution: he was going to hide the sheet and his pants in a plastic bin at the back of his closet and switch out for a new one, then he would wait for his mom to go to the grocery store and wash it. In a panic Jordan flung the lid of the bin over his head and stashed the sheet and his pants in there, then he grabbed the lid which had fallen right behind him and placed it on top. He then grabbed new sheets from his closet and put them on, after putting on pajama pants he sat back down and collected himself. He knew his mom would ask questions if she saw the new sheets today so he decided to lock himself in his room for the night, so he ambled over and turned on his computer and opened up a video game. He spent the entire night playing the game with occasionally getting up for a bathroom break, when he exited the room he made sure to shut his door behind him so Monica couldn't see into the room and when he entered he made sure to close it as quickly as he could. 

    After Monica had gone to bed he slunk out of his room to get a cup of water and when he returned he realized how tired he was. As he went to lie down he remembered something: the pull ups. He knew his mother would check in the morning so there was no point in fighting it off, so he moved as slow as he could toward the closet door with the utmost hesitance that he could muster, before finally opening the door. Thankfully they didn't have colorful animals or cartoon characters on them, they were just standard white pull ups which only slightly mitigated the embarrassment he felt as he pulled the plastic underwear up over him. When in place he noticed a slight pressure from the spread of the pull up that pushed against his inner thighs and a wave of redness washed over him, he wasn't waddling but he sure felt like it. As he lied down in bed he heard the crinkling of the pull up against his bed and he almost cried. So he lied down, legs lightly spread, obsessing again over how his niece looked when she napped, he couldn't help but compare herself to her again and feared that now the comparisons were becoming more legitimate. Eventually he fell asleep as his mind began to drift off, and the last thing in his mind was the idea of his mother checking his diaper in the morning, which he dreaded.

...

    "Good morning!" Monica's voice chirped as Jordan came to, the first sight of the day was Monica at the foot of his bed and for a moment he forgot why she was there. 

    With his eyes half awake he muttered a "morning." and rolled over onto his side to try and go back to sleep, he then felt Monica's hand on his blanket and the sensation finally came to him: his crotch was soaked. Panic filled his mind and every second turned to a crawl; if she pulled up the blanket she was going to see his soaked pull up and it was going to confirm that he needed to keep wearing them at night, worse than anything it reminded him of the morning diaper checks for Maggie. He rushed and attempted to stop it, his heart was pounding, somehow someway he couldn't let his mom see his dirty diaper but it was no use. The blanket came up, and Monica looked at him with shock.

    "Mom!!!" He yelled as Monica swore under her breath, and he jumped to grab the covers and take them away from her, he snagged them from her hands and wrapped them around his waist just before the door opened to see his little sister. She walked in with no clue what was going on and the two looked at her before they began stammering.

    Monica and Jordan knew how she was and knew she couldn't keep her mouth shut if she saw Jordan in a diaper, neither of them wanted that so they tried explaining the situation away. 

    "It's ok, mom just pulled the blanket off me and scared me!" Jordan said with an almost too eager tone that was a clear indicator that they were hiding something. 

    "Yeah! Just thought I'd wake Jordan up for his doctor's appointment today." Monica said

    "Yeah!"

    She looked at the two of them, puzzled, before asking "Are you sure? You don't wake me up like that."

    Monica chuckled before continuing to come up with explanations, "Yes sweety, I wanted to make sure he was up for his doctor's appointment." She then got on her knees to eye level of the 9 year old, "He's gotta get blood work done today, which is why Lindsay and Maggie are gonna come over to see you." The excitement on Abby's face grew, she loved seeing her sister and taking care of her niece, it made Abby feel like an adult and she had even begun to change Maggie's diapers recently to help her out. 

    Eventually the two got her to leave and Monica locked the door behind her before turning to Jordan and looking him in the eye, "You know what this means don't you?" she asked rhetorically.

    The answer was obvious to Jordan, he was gonna need to keep wearing these while he slept. Jordan choked back tears before sighing and nodding his head, Monica then walked over to the desk which had a plastic bag on it, she opened it and told Jordan to stand up. As Jordan stood up she gestured to him to take the pull up off and Jordan refused, "Turn around!" He said with his hands over his crotch. 

    Monica sighed and shook her head, "You know i've seen worse from you, right? I used to change these myself."

    Jordan sighed and stammered a little, "I know, I just don't want you to see anything."

    She crossed her arms, "Well, ok. Just know that I don't think any less of you for this." And then she turned around.

    Jordan grabbed at the plastic around his stomach and began to pull it down, he felt the padding peeling off of him as he had been sleeping in it for a few hours. It his the floor and Jordan awkwardly stepped outside of it before picking it up and handing it to Monica who had been holding her hand behind her back to grab it. She deposited the package into a bag and walked towards the door, tying it off. Without turning around she said, "Get showered first and then get changed, we've gotta be at your doctor's in an hour."

    Jordan showered off and changed into his day clothes, he then sat on the couch as Abby watched cartoons. He imagined the embarrassment that would happen if Abby found out he was wearing pull ups, the poor girl was well meaning but it made things a bit awkward sometimes, like the time she asked if another schoolmate wished her mother could be around to see her on her 7th birthday. She had no idea for nuance which was typical for children, and the idea that she could in theory ask Jordan if he needed a diaper change  was something he transfixed on. 

    Eventually Lindsay and Maggie entered the house where Jordan watched Maggie toddle about before they headed off to his appointment, before he left Jordan had a cup of water and he re entered the living room to see Abby changing Maggie on the floor. He imagined himself down there, squirming and giggling like Maggie. Even as they sat in the car he couldn't shake the image from his mind, what was worse was when he turned around to see one of Maggie's car seats in the back.

    Everything came back to Maggie, and Jordan was getting worried. Why couldn't he stop thinking of her, and why now?

...

    "So? Fluids normal?" Doctor Brenner asked as Jordan fidgeted about in his chair.

    "Uh.... yeah." He was quiet.

    "And it's only happening at night, right?"

    "Well-" Jordan hesitated, forgetting his mom was in the room, before quickly jumping to his desired answer, "Yes!"

    The doctor rubbed his chin, "Hmmm, I see." He paused before leaning back a little and then stepping to the side of the room so he could see both Jordan and Monica in his view, "This could be a lot of things, Type 1 diabetes, kidney stones, or some other issues. Can I ask you two something?" The two nodded and the doctor continued, "How much sugar do you intake?"

    Jordan paused and stammered a bit, "Some but not a lot."

    Monica nodded and spoke, "I don't want him hopped up on sugar so we have a rule, one glass of soda a day."

    The doctor nodded, "I see, well then this might be a psychological issue, do you have a therapist?"

    The two nodded before Monica spoke, "His father passed away in a car accident, he's had nightmares."

    The doctor smiled, "Well I'm gonna do some blood work but I want you to talk to your therapist about this. If it's not kidney related then it's a psychological issue."

    The two showed a bit of relief and the doctor stepped out to get the bloodwork started.

    After they were done the two headed home where they sat in complete silence, after about 10 minutes Jordan started to feel funny, a building pressure in his groin told him that he had to go but they had 20 minutes, and with no rest stop or restaurant nearby there wasn't any option either. So Jordan held it, for as long as he could. After five minutes he shifted a bit in his seat uncomfortably, then leaned forward. Monica looked at him, and realized what was about to happen.

    "Mom-"

    "I know!" She cut him off.

    Jordan tried his hardest and began to bounce his feet, something he did since he was a little kid and was nervous. After 2 minutes it slowly began to trickle out, with each drop more came. "Mom!" Jordan yelled

    "I know!" She yelled louder.

    By this time it was coming out in a full stream and Jordan began to cry, Monica stepped on the gas but it was too late, it had already passed. Jordan had wet himself and he was inconsolable, and it was there that Monica remembered something: he had changed his sheets. She noticed it in the morning and it began to make sense, and the more sense it made the more it worried her. Why was her 15 year old son all of a sudden losing bladder control? She wanted to know and prayed that their therapist could help her. Meanwhile, Jordan continued to sob. He couldn't believe that he had wet himself in the car, he used to be able to hold it for hours but now it was like he was losing that control. What was worse he knew his mom would realize that his sheets had been changed, which meant that he couldn't hide that he wet himself during the day. It was over, he would have to wear pull ups during the day, something he couldn't live down.

...

    The next hour at home had been humiliating: the two going through his closet, Monica finding the soiled sheets and having to throw them out due to the stain, then they went through his closet and found clothes that would more easily hide the fact that he was wearing a diaper from Abby. Eventually they settled on some oversized hoodies that his uncle left to him that went down to his thighs. Jordan attempted to look on the bright side but every moment was a cruel reminder of the plastic between his legs, and with every movement he attempted to minimize the sound of it crinkling against everything to keep Abby from noticing.

    Thankfully Jordan went through the whole day without wetting his pull up and was able to get to sleep with minimum embarrassment, but the morning would prove the trickiest. As Jordan laid down in bed the usual thoughts flooded his mind but he fought them off as best he could, he still couldn't understand why he kept comparing himself to Maggie and wanted it to stop, but it was no use. Maggie and Lindsay stayed the night, Maggie slept in the living room next to Lindsay, both of them were sound sleepers so they didn't hear Jordan get up in the middle of the night with a dry pull up. As Jordan pured water into a glass and drank from it a familiar sensation crept its way up, and Jordan belted for the restroom. Thankfully he made it in time and was able to go into a toilet, but as he urinated he noticed the diaper around his ankles which sent a shiver up his spine. He sighed a sigh of relief and returned to finish his water. 

    Jordan returned to his bed where he flopped down, and finally went to bed. That night Jordan dreamed, he dreamed he was in a large play pen that he sat in the center of, in his dream he wanted to escape and he stood up to run to it but something was holding him back. He couldn't walk, he stumbled forward over and over until he was only crawling, he attempted to cry for help but noticed that he had a pacifier in his mouth which he couldn't remove. He began to cry and panic, thinking he was alone or left behind by someone, and as he crawled forward he felt his urine slip into a diaper that was around his waist, one which kept growing bigger and heavier until he couldn't move. He flopped onto the floor and rolled over, then he looked down. He noticed the diaper was massive and every part of him was chubbier than it was. In his dream he was a baby, and he needed a change. As he continued to cry, two giant hands reached down from the sky to grab him. 

    Then he woke up. 

    It was the same situation as last time. Monica pulled the blanket off to reveal a soaked pull up that Jordan sighed at and they repeated the routine from the night before, Jordan was embarrassed and rightfully so. He couldn't stop wetting his pull ups and it was becoming a problem. As they repeated the routine from the previous day Monica began to notice something: as time went on the messes ad only gotten bigger and bigger with this pull up being heavier than the last, and on his bed were two small wet spots that had come from the pull up leaking. Jordan didn't notice this but Monica did, and the thought came to her mind that Jordan may need to sleep on a changing pad now. If it continued to get worse she knew she'd have to start changing him to mitigate any messes outside of the diaper, something she dreaded but knew she would do for her son. 

    Then, Jordan showered and prepared for the therapy appointment.

...

    Monica waited for Jordan in the Lobby of his therapists office, a woman sat at a counter browsing different programs on her computer while occasionally typing something out. As Monica waited she browsed various apps on her phone, looking to alleviate some boredom. As she scrolled facebook, occasionally liking and sharing certain posts she couldn't help but think on what Jordan and his therapist were talking about for the 45 minutes that he had been in there. Eventually she grew tired and her eyes wandered around the therapists office, she noticed an old clock hanging up on the right most wall which had been about 5 minutes behind, the longer she stared at it the more it irritated her. She looked around again, observing the plastic flowers and miniature waterfall on a small table that was right below the clock. She saw the various faux paintings adorning the wall and the faux bronze frames that adorned them, the whole office had an air of tackiness to it. Like someone with no decorating knowledge had pieced the room together, glancing back at the secretary she noticed that she was wearing intentionally large brimmed glasses, which gave her the suspicion that the secretary had decorated the office. Itching for any relief Monica stood up and approached the secretary to ask her about the office, but it was then that the door to the therapists opened up and Jordan came ambling out. 

    As Jordan approached her she put her hand on his shoulder to reassure him, but then noticed that Jordan's therapist was gesturing toward her to enter the office. She leaned down to whisper in Jordan's ear until the therapist spoke up, "Just you Ms. Sandstone." She gestured to Jordan to sit down and approached the therapist, entering his office and sitting down on a small love seat couch that the therapist had placed against a wall. The therapist closed the door and sat in a small chair that was directly across from her and cleared his throat.

    "Now-" he paused, "I'm assuming you want to know why Jordan can't stop wetting the bed."

    She cleared her throat before speaking up, "And himself during the day."

    The therapist nodded, and reached for a clip board on the desk to the left of him and stared at the notes he had scrawled on the paper attached.

    "Well, this might shock you." He paused, locking eyes with her before clearing his throat, "Jordan and I have been talking for months about this, he talks about his Neice" he gestured toward her, "Your granddaughter. Quite a lot I might add."

    Monica fidgeted in her seat, "Yes, Maggie?" she asked.

    He nodded and licked his finger, he then proceeded to flip to a new page on the clip board. "Jordan lost his father at 7, correct?" Monica nodded before the therapist continued, "My conclusion is that Jordan is jealous of Maggie." and he paused to let Monica absorb what he had just said, to which she gave him a quizzical look.

    She spoke with hesitancy, "Go on."

    "It's my opinion, and diagnosis, that Jordan craves the love of intimacy that he received before his father contracted leukemia. On the surface he may be embarrassed, and he may believe that he's embarrassed, but deep down this kind of obsession from Jordan speaks to a desire to take the place of what he's obsessing over. By wetting his bed and wearing diapers he is subconsciously achieving that desire, which is why his wettings are becoming more frequent."

    Monica was stunned, the idea that Jordan legitimately craved being an infant again made her feel strange. She didn't know how to feel and couldn't parse how she wanted to proceed. She swallowed some spit before speaking up again, "So, what do we do?"

    The therapist cleared his throat before proceeding, "Well you could ramp up Jordan's therapy, if you take the diapers away now he might just continue to wet himself without some form of cognitive behavioral therapy. There are also medications that will make his bladder less susceptible to leaks. However, there is a third option, and it's a controversial one, it's one that some parents have tried, and you might not like it."

    Monica stood there in silence before speaking, "Go on."

    The therapist leaned forward and place the clip board on the floor, then spoke, "Encourage this."

    Monica's head angled back and her brow furrowed, "Encourage him acting like a baby?" her voice slightly raised.

    The therapist stuck his hands out and gestured at her to calm down, "Deep down Jordan desires to return to infancy and be treated like a baby, at most this will only last for a couple of months but once he gets this out of his system and becomes tired of it he will get over it."

    "And what if he doesn't?"

    "Then take him back here, I'll start him on a path to cognitive behavioral therapy and I'll prescribe some medications that will make his bladder stop unless he specifically forces it to release. The cognitive behavioral therapy could take years and if he ever misses his meds he could begin wetting himself again, but with this it's only a few months of encouraging child like behavior and then boom, he's back to being a teenager." The therapist sat as if he was somewhat impressed with himself while Monica stared bewildered.

    She choked down another swallow of spit before speaking up, "And you're sure this will work?"

    The therapist smiled and nodded, "Positive, just ease him into it and you'll find him mimicking Maggie in no time."

    Monica sighed as if she'd just regained all the air in her lungs and awkwardly stood up, "Well, if you're sure."

    The therapist stood to meet her at her level before shaking her hand, "I'm positive, this is what Jordan needs." And then he gestured to the door. As Monica walked toward it he spoke up, "Oh also don't tell him this is the plan, if you do he'll resist." and then gestured again.

    Monica awkwardly exited before pausing to stare at Jordan who was enwrapped in his phone, she imagined him sitting on the floor of their living room in his diaper with Maggie watching cartoons. The thought mildly stressed her out but if this is what the doctor ordered then she would do anything for her son.

    They rode in silence for about 10 minutes before Monica awkwardly spoke up, "Chicken nuggets sound alright to you for tonight?"

    Jordan nodded before letting out a very quiet, "Yeah." and they proceeded in silence.

    At the grocery store they walked through the frozen food section before stopping on the chicken nuggets, where Monica grabbed a bag of dinosaur nuggets. She stared at them and imagined herself cutting them up for Jordan and feeding it to him like a baby, before she placed them in the cart.

    That night she prepared 2 sets of nuggets, a larger plate of dinosaur nuggets for Jordan and a smaller plate of regular nuggets for Abby. As the family sat down; Jordan next to Maggie, Maggie next to Lindsay, Lindsay next to Monica, and Monica next to Abby. Monica sat across the table from Jordan and watched him eat his dino nuggets next to Abby, thoughts filled her head of Jordan with a bib and ketchup smeared all over it, her cleaning him with a wet rag.

    She tried her best to get the thoughts out of her head but they stayed, she stared down at her food until Jordan quickly jumped up. The women looked at him as he stood their awkwardly, his legs crooked, and they notices two wet lines running down his pants.

    "Oh no." Jordan said softly to himself. He quickly pushed Abby aside to run to his room but tripped over an unoccupied chair, crashing to the floor. His hoodie lifted up slightly to reveal the plastic pants that wrapped around his torso. He scrambled to his feet and ran into his room where he slammed the door, it made a loud crash as Jordan could be heard tripping over his bed. Monica, now worried stood up and chased after Jordan, exiting the kitchen. 

    Abby sat there, and then looked at Lindsay, before asking, "Lindsay?"

    She turned to Abby, "Yeah?" she asked, not knowing what to make of the situation.

    "What was Jordan wearing?"

...

    "MOM!" Abby yelled out as Jordan scrambled to his feet, running across the living room to the bathroom, "Jordan needs a change!"

    "No I don't!" he yelled out, his diaper was visibly sagging as he attempted to enter the bathroom, but it was locked, Lindsay was inside it. Monica exited her room to see her son attempting to cover his crotch to no use.

    "Sweety, did you have an accident?" She asked on her knees, now at chest level.

    Jordan hesitated before nodding and tears began to well up, he had spent the last few days in diapers and had to move up from pull up to full sized diapers. Monica was afraid of him staining his pants with urine so she was having him walk around the house without any pants on for the time being, due to the thickness of his diapers his legs spread apart making him walk slightly bowlegged, especially when he had filled his diapers. She gestured to the living room and called out for Abby to go to her room so Jordan wouldn't be embarrassed and then she returned to her room, she walked into her closet and pulled out a changing mat and a diaper bag, then walked over to where Jordan stood before laying it down. She gestured to the mat and he lied down, she got on her knees and reached into the bag where she pulled wipes, powder, and a new diaper out. Jordan looked over to the side where he saw Maggie sitting in her playpen teething on a ring until he jumped a little, he felt the coolness of the wet wipe against his genitals as Monica cleaned the urine off of him. Then she lifted his legs up and powdered him, the movement was a bit awkward as Jordan's legs were much longer than Maggie's but Monica found a way to do it. Then she lipped a diaper underneath him and strapped it on, before she did what she always did to Maggie and tickled and the diaper, which lead Jordan to swat at her hands, his face all red. 

    By this point Jordan had begun to get used to the diapers, it was no use fighting them anymore seeing as how his physical doctor's diagnosed him with urge incontinence. Jordan had begun to accept his fate, stuck in diapers for the foreseeable future until his doctors came up with a solution.

    After she was done Jordan stood up and brushed himself off, he looked down to notice that the mat was dry due to Jordan's now standard diapers which could hold a big wetting. Monica gathered the mat and bag and returned them to her room before telling Abby she could come out. Abby ambled out and looked at Jordan.

    "All clean Jojo?"

    Jordan's face turned red and Monica spoke up, "Yup! your brother is all clean." Jordan, now embarrassed walked into his room and lied down. His door had to be left open now in case he wet himself in the middle of the night and didn't wake up, that way Monica could change him.

    As he sat there with his face in his pillow he heard Abby call out, "Mom! Maggie needs a change!" in the same cadence that she called out Jordan's accident. He couldn't help but feel like he was a baby again, like everyone was treating him like a baby again. At the last appointment with his therapist his therapist told him to do whatever was comfortable, which was becoming using his diapers. Jordan then rolled over and looked at the ceiling, then his eyes wandered to see Abby watching him through his door, he sat up he glared at her before speaking up.

    "Abby I just want to be left alone." He said.

    Abby nodded and chirped "Okay!" and walked away.

    Jordan lied back down and pulled his cover over him and began to drift off. As he dreamed he imagined himself in his mother's arms, she pulled out a bottle and began to feed him. In his dream he sucked on the nipple, and eventually he put his own chubby hands around the bottle, holding it himself. As he drank from the bottle he heard his mother call out, "I think someone made a stinky."

    Then he woke up, it was 4PM and the sun was still out. As Jordan came to he was shocked to feel that he had a clean diaper, but immediately this was compounded by an intense pressure building in his groin he had to go but it wasn't just urine, so he jumped up and started to sprint to the bathroom, but something was wrong. He could feel the pressure building immensely, looking for anyway out. If he wan he might just start pooping so he began walking very slowly to the bathroom. He took step after step getting closer and closer, eventually he turned into the hall to see Abby standing at the end of it, who noticed, and she began to speak up.

    "Mom!" He tried gesturing at her to shut up but it was no use, "Jordan needs a change!"  He tried yelling out but noticed that the pressure was starting to give way, and he lunged for the door. If he could get any of it into the toilet it would be better than pooping his diapers but he noticed that the door was locked and Monica was inside. 

    "No!" Jordan yelled, his mom could take forever in the bathroom and he needed her out of there now. 

    Monica yelled out from the bathroom, "Jordan just go sit on the living room floor and I'll be out to change you in a few minutes!"

    Jordan began pulling at the door, knocking on it and yelling "MOM YOU NEED TO COME OUT NOW!" but it was too late, a final surge of pressure rang out and Jordan clutched his gut before squatting down. It was coming.

    The door swung open for Monica to see Jordan squatting down and her face turned bewildered, she began to speak up and ask, "Three times in one day swee-" but it was too late, a massive fart was heard and Jordan's diaper began to fill with both feces and urine against his will. Monica stepped back as Abby watched, Jordan stared at the floor as his diaper continued to fill with excrement. It went on for thirty seconds and the house began to smell rank as Jordan's diaper continued to fill against his will, at the end of it he grunted a few times to push out the last of the mushy steamy material into his diaper, and after he was done he looked up. He saw both Abby and Monica looking at him shocked, then Lindsay turned the corner holding Maggie. Not knowing what to do Jordan began to fall back and he landed on his rear, he felt it press up against his but and around his thighs, the shocked faces before him made Jordan sick and he began to sob.

    Monica looked across the hallway at Lindsay and yelled, "Get the mat and the bag from my closet!"

    Lindsay kneeled down and handed Maggie to Abby and ran across the hallway, past Jordan and Monica into Monica's room. Jordan continued to sob but he was almost screaming, he didn't know what was wrong but something was deeply wrong. Meanwhile Abby held Maggie at the end of the hall, and pressed her against her chest.

    Jordan looked across the hallway and saw Maggie's diaper, completely clean and fresh, and he cried out, "HOW IS SHE BETTER THAN ME!?" and continued to sob. Monica pulled him close and ran her hand across his back, trying to comfort him but it was no use, he was inconsolable. Lindsay returned with the mat and the bag and they were able to lift Jordan up to slip the mat under him so Monica could change him.

    Monica looked at Lindsay and Abby, and knew she needed to explain what was going on.

...

    Jordan slept tightly in his bed while Monica slowly walked to the kitchen, out of fear that Jordan would soil his blanket as well as the fear that he wouldn't wake up for a change, Monica had him sleep without one. Jordan was progressing down the path that the psychologist recommended but Monica was starting to feel hesitant. He son was clearly upset but she didn't know if it was a defense mechanism or if he was really in pain. She stepped into the kitchen to see Lindsay sitting at the head, looking at her quizzically. Monica stammered in the doorway, knowing that she would have to explain what's been happening with Jordan at some point, and now was the time. Thankfully Abby was in bed or else she didn't know how she could explain it without blowing her cover. So she walked over to the sink and got a glass of water before sitting down to speak to Lindsay, as she sat down she could tell Lindsay had 50 questions that she would have to answer. 

    "Look, I know things have been strange around here-"

    "Yeah, real fucking strange." Lindsay cut her off. "What's going on, why has he been in diapers? I figure it's a medical thing but he's clearly distressed. What's going on."

    Monica took a swing of water and swallowed. "There are two things going on. The most obvious one is that Jordan was diagnosed with Urge incontinence. His body doesn't tell him if he needs to use the bathroom unless it's a few seconds before. It's why he's been wetting and-" she paused, and swallowed again, "pooping his pants."

    Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh so it's a medical thing. Ok. When did this start-"

    "That's not just it." She cut Lindsay off, "There's one other thing."

    Lindsay leaned in, "What is it?" she asked.

    Monica exhaled before turning around to look at the playpen, then she looked at Lindsay. "He's uh-" she paused before continuing, "The therapist says he's jealous of Maggie." Lindsay was stunned.

    "Wh- what do you mean he's- he's- he's jealous?" She asked, her voice a bit sharp to which Monica nodded. "Of a baby!?" Her voice raised a bit and Monica gestured to her to quiet down.

    "Yes ok. It's a-" she made a vague gesture with her hands, "a subconscious thing. He has been, and I kid you not, obsessing over Maggie. Whenever he talks to his therapist he talks about how she annoys him but the therapist figured out that it's because he wishes he was Maggie."

    Lindsay scoffed, "So like, he wants to be a baby girl? Is that it?"

    Monica shook her head a bit and put her head in her hands, "I don't know I think he just wants to be a baby again. It's why he's been having some of Maggie's food." She looked at Lindsay again, "You see how he likes it. At first I didn't know what to do but I'm pretty sure the therapist is right. The doctor's said there's no physical reason he would be incontinent so it has to be a mental thing." Lindsay still looked stunned, "Look just, the therapist says that I should let him act younger and younger for a few months. After that he'll have gotten it out of his system. Just, bear with me, ok?"

    Lindsay leaned in, "The therapist says to do this?"

    She put her hands on the table, "Yes!" then she put her hands around her neck and planted her face on the table. 

    Lindsay looked at the kitchen floor before looking to her mom again, "Well-" she hesitated, "if his therapist says so." She leaned over and put her hand on her mom's hand, "Mom, do you want to do this? I mean, do you like this?" Monica looked up and gave a knowing look to Lindsay, a look that hesitantly said yes. Lindsay took her hand away and looked back down at the floor, "I mean, I guess I could read Maggie's bedtime stories around him. Would that help."

    "Maybe." Monica muttered. Her face then shot up, "But we can't explain this to Abby. Not at all. She'll ruin it."

    Lindsay nodded, "Oh definitely." and the two let out a slight chuckle.

    As the night went on the two women came up with a game plan to treat Jordan more and more like a baby and ease him into it, they had one mission, to help him feel more comfortable as a baby in his own body. They hoped he would make it easy and go with it, but only time could tell.

...

    Jordan walked into the kitchen and approached the counter, he looked at the two sippy cups on the counter and found it odd before turning to Lindsay who was cleaning red pasta sauce off of Maggie's face. "What's up with the two sippy cups?" He asked.

    Lindsay looked at him, "Oh, mom poured one and didn't tell me and I didn't notice until I poured the second one."

    He looked back down at the cups and back to her, "Ok I'm thirsty is it cool if I have the juice from one of the cups?"

    Lindsay nodded, "Sure, just don't dirty a new glass."

    Jordan shrugged before struggling to get the lid off, it was like it had been stuck in place and he couldn't get it off. After a minute of trying he banged it against the counter which made Lindsay jump and made Maggie start to cry, "Jesus Jordan just drink out of the cup! Mom and I do it all the time!"

    Jordan groaned "Ugh, fine." before exiting the kitchen into the living room to see Maggie's playpen was left in the center of the room. Ever since he had pooped himself he wasn't allowed on the couches unless he had just used the bathroom so he sat down next to the playpen. He browsed the channels until Lindsay walked in with a Maggie who was just wearing her diaper and sat her in the playpen. 

    Lindsay snatched the remote from him and Jordan looked at her with shock, "What the heck was that for!?"

    She smiled looking down at him, "You get to watch whatever you want, it's Maggie's turn right now. Besides you should spend some time with her. She's your niece." and then she turned the remote to the TV and put on Nick Jr. which was playing blues clues. Jordan rolled his eyes and Lindsay walked away with the remote. Jordan began to zone out as he watched the tv as he sat criss cross in his diaper next to Maggie, his lack of focus however was broken when Abby walked up to him.

    "Jordan! Are you dry?" Jordan's head snapped to her and then he looked around nervous, was he dry?

    He was, "Yes, I'm dry. I'm just watching tv, so leave me alone." and then he laid back down on his back. He sipped from the sippy cup and began to chew on it and somehow he managed to dislodge it from the cup, spilling apple juice all over himself and a bit on his diaper. "Fuck!" Jordan yelled as he sat up. Abby had put her hands over his ears and he hoped that his mom didn't hear it, after a few seconds it was clear she didn't so he got up and walked to his room to change. As he opened his dresser he noticed that all his shirts were gone, "Mom!" he yelled out.

    Monica entered the room to see him shirtless in his diaper, "What's up?" she asked.

    "Where are my shirts?"

    "Oh, well sweety, some of your shirts smelled a bit like urine from your diapers so I had to was them, why what's wrong?" She asked.

    He groaned, "I spilled applejuice all over my shirt."

    "Well, Jordan-" she paused "I guess you'll just have to wear the diaper." then she looked down to see his diaper, it was sagging, "Jordan, did you wet yourself?" she asked.

    "No!" he yelped, "It's just applejuice." but it was then that he noticed that he could feel a warmth to the liquid in his diaper, and it felt heavier than it did a few minutes ago. Had he unknowingly wet his diaper? No, he couldn't have. That would mean he just let himself go just like a baby, and he wasn't a baby. It was impossible, there was no way. And yet, his diaper was warm and damp. He didn't know what to do as Monica sat there staring at him.

    Monica scoffed before approaching and sticking her hand into the elastic around his stomach which made him jump back a little. She looked him in the eye with a slightly upset look, "Baby, this is urine. You wet yourself." Jordan was stunned and didn't know what to say. "Jordan, you know I have to do diaper checks on you now, right?"

    Jordan's lip furrowed and he nodded, holding back tears. "Yeah. Yeah I do mom."

    Monica exhaled a bit before returning to her room to get the mat and the bag as Jordan contemplated his future. "This is my life now, huh?" he asked to himself. 

    After his change he returned to the living room in just a diaper to see Abby sitting on the couch, she looked at his diaper and exclaimed, "I know you were wet!" Jordan put his head in his hand for a second and sat back down next to Maggie. As he sat down he couldn't help but notice he and Maggie were starting to become very similar, they were both only in diapers and he had just finished drinking applejuice, only it was obvious that Maggie was doing a better job. How did the top of the sippy cup come off like that when he hadn't been able to open it earlier, he couldn't make sense of it. Now he was also in a situation where he needed regular diaper checks just like Maggie, and they were both watching cartoons. He didn't know what to do so he laid back on the living room floor, and he noticed Maggie was doing the same in her playpen. The two drifted off to sleep together.

    "Mommy I gotta go Potty!" Maggie yelled out to Lindsay who quickly got her up and to the bathroom, meanwhile Jordan was just coming to from their nap, it was 5PM and he had been asleep since 2. As Jordan cam to and slowly pushed himself off the floor he felt it again, a pressure that was about to explode. 

    "Oh no." Jordan said softly as he saw the bathroom door shut, it was at this point that Monica entered the room to see Jordan grabbing his stomach, at this point it was too late, and after a loud and wet fart Jordan pushed all the excrement out of his body and into his diaper. Monica rolled her eyes at the young boy soiling himself in front of her, and she felt an immense pity. But he clearly wanted to use the diapers, something he hadn't yet admitted to himself.

    Jordan was about to sob before she rested her hand on his cheek, "Oh sweety, I felt like this would happen." and she reached for the bag to the left of her, she had brought it into the living room while he was sleeping in case he soiled himself. Jordan, with tears in his eyes nodded as his mom undid his dirty diaper. As she cleaned she began to softly sing to him, "who's a good little boy" at first it grated Jordan but he eventually succumbed to his mother's sweet voice as she changed him. It tickled all the good parts of his brain and reminded him of when he was a little boy running around naked while his mom and dad watched, it made him feel good. He loved it, he loved being called a good little boy by mommy. This meant that he was starting to enjoy the changes which worried him a bit, but as he lied there as his mom cleaned his behind he couldn't help but feel good. He was mommy's good little boy, and nothing could take that away.

...

    Jordan sat watching cartoons with Maggie for the 3rd day in a row, by this point Lindsay had begun to move into their house for the extra help with Maggie as well as helping to take care of and infantilize Jordan, which was going smoothly. He was zoning out more and more to cartoons and he'd even fallen asleep to Lindsay's bed time stories, he had begun sleeping in the living room next to Maggie's playpen as Lindsay had moved into his room. He had begun to begrudgingly use his diapers full time for numbers 1 and 2 and was submitting to regular diaper checks, even if he made it a mission to tell his mom or Lindsay if he had gone number 2. While he found the sensation disgusting he began to cherish the changes, not just for cleaning him but because his mom would sing to him while she cleaned his mess off of him. There was even a point where he found himself unconsciously pushing when he needed to poop so his mother would change him, after an even where he had accidentally got poop on the toilet seat he was summarily banned from the bathroom without supervision. Meaning that all he had were diapers which he was beginning to stop caring about. 

    During this time Monica kept up to speed with his therapist, informing him of every step backwards Jordan was taking, the therapist informing her that what she was doing was working and to keep it up until he was fully in the throws of infancy. Another thing was that Maggie was slowly starting to potty train, something that Jordan was losing, and it was something they were keeping a secret from Jordan.

    Lindsay pulled Maggie out of the playpen from time to time to let her play around the house, but she loved to play with Jordan. Jordan while mentally regressing was hesitant to play any baby games with her cause they weren't stimulating but he occasionally found himself enticed by them. He had begun to stack blocks in the shape of a house with Maggie and was having fun, as Maggie played with red and green blocks Jordan was attempting to construct a house that Maggie had no interest in. As Lindsay walked by she kneeled down to the boy who had unconsciously gotten on all fours like an infant and started stacking blocks. 

    "Building a house, huh?" she asked in a cheery tone. Jordan nodded and she walked away, as Jordan sat there putting blocks together he noticed that a pressure was beginning to build in his groin, which only meant one thing. Jordan clenched his teeth and pushed, filling his diaper with sticky mushy poop, to which he sighed a sigh of relief after it was out. Getting tired on his knees Jordan rolled over onto his back and then sat up, spreading the mush all around him. It made him giggle a bit, he felt bad for doing it but couldn't help it, if no one was around to unlock the bathroom he couldn't use it. He sat with his back turned to the kitchen when Monica walked by and stopped.

    She approached and put her finger into the elastic around his back and pulled, she saw the mess and scoffed. "Jordan." She said with a sing song voice, "It's time for a diaper change." Jordan crossed his arms and shook his head before she turned him around by force. Pushing him down and telling him to lay there. She returned and cleaned him off while singing to which he giggled, but both Jordan and Monica noticed something: he was bringing his hand to his face. 

    When Jordan was a child he was a thumb sucker until he was 3, a sight Monica and Lindsay were waiting to see from him, if they saw that then they knew the regression would be nearly complete and Jordan would mentally be a baby again. It was only a matter of time. Jordan however decided to scratch his armpit instead and disappointed Monica, but to her it was a sign that his therapist was right, Jordan was willingly using his diapers and drinking from sippy cups. After she had finished she tickled Jordan like a baby and walked off to dispose of his diaper. As Jordan sat and continued to play he couldn't help but think of how much he had begun to enjoy living life this way, he knew people were treating him like a baby but we was starting to not care at all. In fact he was slowly desiring to be treated younger and younger, but was still fighting it off.

    That night while Monica read bedtime stories to Maggie and Jordan they both filled their diapers at similar times, leading to them being changed side by side. Lindsay changing Maggie to the left of her and Monica changing Jordan, as Jordan laid with his legs spread he looked over at Maggie who seemed to be happier than ever in that way that babies are, for Jordan he felt happy because he was being cleaned, but also cause Monica was changing him. Abby watched as Jordan sat there with no movement, letting his mother clean him. It was a bonding moment for all of them, and for Jordan he was starting to enjoy this a lot.