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The first thing you should know about this story is that it's long - very long! Don't let these first few chapters fool you. As the story becomes more complex, the chapters become much longer. When taken as a whole, my official word count for this version of the story is 1,159,450 words. If you do a little bit of research (such as at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_longest_novels ) you will find that if this was a legitimate piece of printed published literature, it would stand notably among the longest stories ever written. It was not my intention to write such a behemoth, it just happened. It took me four full years to write this thing and post it on my blog at http://sissykaren.blogspot.com/. This is now my official edited version of the story. The second thing you should know about the story is that each chapter represents the events of a single day. There are sixty-five chapters, representing sixty-five days. Finally, as always, this work is a total work of fiction. None of the characters are real and none of this actually happened. The entire thing is nothing but one big fantasy! So please treat it as such. That being said, I truly hope you enjoy this epic tale. The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 1 (Saturday) Chad pulled his car into one of the parking places as close to the stairs leading up to his new apartment as he could get. It had been a long day of moving. A sad day in many ways, but in other ways it represented a new freedom for him. His divorce from his wife would be final in another month. That alone saddened him greatly. But his wife - make that ex-wife - couldn't live with his ever growing desires. Desires that weren't in any way normal. It was his problem and he knew it, but he also knew that it was a problem he had no intention of ever getting rid of. The problem had finally cost him his marriage. Well, so be it. As he pulled one of the large heavy plastic bags filled with the last of his stuff out of the back of his car, he heard a woman's voice behind him. "Can I help you with that?" He turned and saw the woman who lived in the apartment next to his. The one he had pegged as being the "nosy neighbor." "Oh, that's okay. I can get it," he replied. "Thanks anyway." "Don't be ridiculous. Here, let me help." Before he could stop her, she had pulled two smaller bags out of his car and was leading the way up the stairs. He quickly pulled out a second heavy bag himself and began lugging them behind her, more often than not, struggling to keep them from scraping against the cement stairs too much. She was waiting for him at his apartment door. He unlocked it and she carried her two bags inside ahead of him. She was obviously looking around carefully at everything. The apartment was a total mess, but what could she expect, he was still moving in. "Um... As you can see, the place isn't quite presentable yet." She just turned and gave him kind of a sly smile. Unfortunately, that was when one of the heavy bags he was carrying ripped under the strain and the contents tumbled out all over the floor. An embarrassing assortment of items spilled out where she could see them: dresses, skirts, high heels, bras... diapers, plastic panties, and baby bottles. The small quick intake of her surprised breath let him know that she hadn't missed a thing. "Um... excuse me," he said quickly as he knelt down, throwing what was left of the bag over the items, desperately but unsuccessfully trying to cover them all up. He couldn't look up at her. He was too embarrassed. "Yours?" he heard her ask as he tried to cover it all up. He said nothing back. As efficiently as he could, he scooped things together and covered them with whatever he could find before he stood back up again. He had no doubt his face was very red as he took the two bags she had been holding and said, "Thank you." Then to finally get her out of the way, he added, "Now, if you'll please excuse me, I have a lot of work to do." "Oh, of course," she said, still somewhat surprised. "Oh, by the way, my name's Melissa... Mel." She stuck her hand out to shake his, but his hands were both full from the bags she had just handed him. "Chad," he replied, still looking a bit uncomfortable about her being there. Fortunately, she took the hint and left. Unfortunately, he could tell that she was still shocked by what she had seen. She was a nosy- neighbor, and now she had seen a little too much. Chad wished very hard just then that he could afford to move to someplace else right away. Mel walked back to her apartment, still somewhat shocked. She had pegged him from the beginning as either a new divorcee or someone who was about to be divorced. Now, she wasn't quite sure. In fact, after what she had seen fall out of that bag, she wasn't sure about anything to do with him at all. She was a woman. It was her duty to herself to know about her neighbors. Did she need to be afraid of this guy? Was he a pervert? Now she wasn't quite sure. If he was one of those strange guys who liked to wear dresses, then she didn't really feel like she should be afraid of him. But you never really know. What she did know however, was that she was curious - very curious. And she was going to have to find out more. But after seeing all his "private" stuff, she was fairly convinced that he wasn't going to be all that interested in seeing her again. She'd have to find some way though. Perhaps some kind of peace offering, she thought. Yeah, that would be a good idea. Now what was it that guys seemed to like the most? Chad spent the rest of the day sorting through boxes and deciding what to do with everything. The answer to most of it though was to leave it where it was. He had almost no furniture. Just one chair he had managed to rescue from storage that he wife didn't want anymore. Not even a kitchen table or a bed to sleep in. Getting some furniture was something that was going to have to be a priority. He'd sleep on the floor tonight and start looking for some tomorrow. Late in the afternoon, there was a knock on his door. When he answered it, there was his nosy neighbor - Mel, holding up a couple of six packs of beer. "Just great!" he thought to himself. "Hi neighbor," Mel said cheerily. "I brought you a house warming gift," she added as she held up the beer. "I kind of thought you could probably use some about now." Chad recognized her peace offering and that she was trying to be polite... but... "Um, I don't really drink," he explained apologetically. "Not at all?" she asked, shocked. "Well, not usually." "How about just to be nice?" Chad nodded. He was a bit thirsty... and hungry now that he thought about it. Not that he had any food in the house either. "Where's your furniture?" Mel asked as she set one of the six packs down on his kitchen counter. "I don't have any yet." "None?" "Nope. Uh... my wife and I are separated," he explained. "We're getting a divorce. This is all I have." "Oh, okay. I understand," she replied as she pulled a bottle out of the package and handed it to him. She had been right the first time - getting divorced. "It's cold," he said somewhat surprised. "It's been chilling in my fridge all afternoon." She opened a bottle for herself and raised it towards him. "To being neighbors," she toasted. Chad wasn't a drinker at all, so it only took half the first bottle before he was starting to feel the effects. Fortunately, Mel hadn't mentioned the things she had seen fall out of the bag earlier. That was an event he really wanted to just forget. But Mel hadn't forgotten, she just hadn't gotten around to asking him about it yet. She didn't get around to it until they were both out getting a quick hamburger for dinner since he had no food or even a table where they could sit together to eat it. "So," she finally started, "all that stuff was yours?" Chad blushed. He knew instantly what stuff she was talking about. "Yeah," he answered shyly. "Is that why you're getting divorced?" Once again, Chad was uncomfortable about the question, but all he could say was, "Yeah." "So you're into all that kind of thing then... I mean the women's clothes and things?" "Yeah." Chad wasn't at all comfortable talking about it. He really wished she would just drop it. "How about the diapers and bottles I saw? Those too?" This time, Chad just nodded his head sheepishly. Then to change the subject he said, "Come on, let's get out of here. Okay?" When they got back home, Mel invited Chad over to her place where they could at least sit down together. But she had Chad bring over the rest of the first six-pack with him. Chad went, mostly because he had no furniture of his own. Two beers later, Mel once again got back to the subject that seemed to haunt her. In truth, she couldn't quite grasp it all and was consequently overly curious about it. "So tell me about it?" she finally asked. "About what?" "You know, the stuff I saw." "Ugh. I'd rather not." "Come on. I'm the pushy type - if you haven't figured that out by now. I'm going to keep pestering you till I find out anyway." Why did she have to make it sound like he didn't have any choice in the matter? He took another big swig of his beer to think. He was definitely buzzed. "Geez! What do you want to know? I like it. Okay? It's complicated, damn it!" "Okay, okay. You don't have to swear. I'm just asking that's all." "Yeah, sorry. Look it's not something I'm used to talking about, you know." "Yeah, I'm sorry too." She waited a few minutes while they both sipped at their beers. "And the baby stuff?" At least he was calm about it this time. "Yeah, I like that too." "So... do you wear the diapers and wet them too?" "Yeah, sometimes." "Tell me about it." Maybe it was the beer, or maybe she was just wearing him down. He took another big swig and laughed a bit to himself. "What can I say? It's another little quirk of mine." Then he seemed to reflect on his beer bottle for a moment before he continued. "I used to have this... friend... on-line, who whenever my wife was away for a while would give me some... let's say "assignments" involving the diapers and dressing and stuff. They were fun. Exciting." He paused for a minute. "I have this crazy fantasy where I'm forced to wear the diapers so much that I actually become incontinent from it - like a baby. In fact," he blushed again, "the whole baby thing gets me off too. The last time it went on for almost a month. It was great." Mel waited for him to continue. When he didn't she asked, "So, did you actually become incontinent?" "No, not even close. I did almost wet the bed one night afterward, but that's as close as it got. It couldn't really happen though. It's just a dream." "Well, it was only a month." "I don't think it matters how much time. It's like I have this switch in me that turns it on and off." It was probably the beer that made her say it. "I could make you do it. If I wanted to, I could make you incontinent - just like a baby." He looked over at her like she was crazy and laughed a bit. "No, it's impossible. I know myself too well. Besides, it would probably take someone who was here with me all the time to ride me unmercifully - and do it for months and months on end. Even then, I seriously doubt it could happen." Now it was her turn to laugh. It was definitely the beer talking... or was it? "You don't know me very well. I could do it! If I wanted to, I could make you do anything I want, and there's nothing you'd be able to do about it. I could turn you into such a baby that you'd never be able to go without your diapers again. You'd be sucking your thumb and crying for your bottle all the time." They both laughed at the thought. After all, she was only joking, wasn't she? "Couldn't happen!" Chad reiterated. "I know myself too well." "Yes it could!" she declared in no uncertain terms. They were both still laughing. "No it can't!" he replied, just as certain. "Is that a challenge?" she asked. "Maybe it is," he replied. "I could do it!" she stated "Never happen! Not in a million years!" "Oh, I don't know. I don't think it would take all that long." "You don't? How long then?" "You said you almost wet the bed after one month?" "Almost, but that's all! I didn't actually wet it." "Then I could probably do it in... oh, I don't know... say... two months." He laughed again. "Never. It's impossible. Like I said, I know myself too well." "Bet I could!" "Impossible! It can't be done." "Bet I could!" "It can't be done!" "Bet... I... could!" "No... way!" "What do you bet?" "Bet? I don't know. It can't be done." It was like she was locked in the heat of battle and things had just become serious. She looked around. What would she bet over it? "Tell you what, if I can't do it, I'll furnish your entire apartment with everything and anything you like!" "Anything? All the furniture?" "Anything!" Chad was stunned by the offer. It was a lot. "That would be awfully expensive." "It's okay. I'm a lawyer. I can afford it." That stopped Chad for a moment. "I can't match that. I'm getting divorced. I don't have that much." Mel thought for a minute. "Okay then, how about this, if I do manage to do it... and I have no doubt that I will..." "Ha!" "Then you'll furnish and decorate your own apartment however I want you to. And... you'll continue in service to me for an entire year - doing anything I tell you to. Agreed?" "That's crazy! You know of course that you're just offering to buy me all new furniture. And I have very expensive tastes." "No I'm not. I'm getting myself a personal servant for the next year, and one who won't even need bathroom breaks!" She laughed again at the thought. "That's crazy. It can't happen!" "Bet it can!" "No it can't!" "Bet?" "Bet!" They both leaned back on her couch and laughed while they each finished their beer. They were both joking, weren't they? At least they were both wondering that. But it could have been interesting. After things had calmed down a bit, Mel said, "Tomorrow I'll draft a contract for you to sign." Chad laughed again. "Sure!" Then he had another thought, since they were still playing. "What am I supposed to do for furniture in the meantime?" They both laughed at that. "I'll think of something," Mel replied. "Trust me!" The Bet - by Karen Singer Chapter 2 (Sunday - week 1) Mel woke up the next morning with the rancid taste of stale beer in her mouth. She immediately brushed her teeth and started the coffee maker. What an evening it had been last night. She had certainly had a few too many beers. Fortunately, today was Sunday and she wouldn't have to think about going into work or meeting with any clients - hopefully. But that thought led her back to the strange conversation she had had with Chad the night before - and the bet they had made... it was just in fun wasn't it? And that led her to the statement she had made about drawing up a contract for it. She nearly laughed again. Even in fun, it was kind of an odd bet. What kind of contract would be needed? She was a lawyer, she liked figuring things like this out. She thought about that while she drank her coffee and got dressed. Eventually, she actually put some ideas down on paper. Then she decided she needed more information on the subject so she got onto the internet. It was all in fun, wasn't it? But even so, working on this contract was something different for her. And she was having - fun. As she worked, a rather suppressed thought about herself forced its way to the surface. Despite the money she had, she lived in that apartment because she was lazy. She didn't want the responsibility of taking care of a larger home. She also didn't want some strange maid coming in to help her. But having her own personal servant, all the time? On her own terms? One who would be bound to do anything she wanted? She laid her head back and dreamed. How nice, how nice, how nice. Unfortunately, it was all only in fun. Wasn't it? Chad slept late. When he woke up, his head was still fuzzy from the beer the night before. But what an interesting night! Had he really told his new neighbor, and one he had just met, all about his odd habits and desires? That was one of the reasons he didn't drink! He swore he'd never do it again. But even through all the beer he had last night, the conversation had fueled his fantasies enormously. If he hadn't been so drunk, he would have been up all night masturbating - probably over and over again. Even now, just thinking about it again, he was getting excited. It was all just in fun, he hoped, but the very thought of somebody actually taking control of him, forcing him to become incontinent, lived at the heart of most of his fantasies. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Then he thought about the stuff that he had hidden in his closet that she had seen, all his diapers and girly things. He went to his closet just to look at them. What a joy. He was on his own now. He didn't have to hide them away anymore. He could look at them, and fondle them, and play with them whenever he wanted. He reached down and picked up a pair of high heels. He became more excited just looking at them. He put them on his feet. He spotted his diapers. The conversation about the bet last night had been about wearing diapers. Should he put one on? Yeah, that would be great, but he had to do some shopping today. But he could still wear one and nobody would ever know - if he was careful. He finally decided to leave the diaper off till after he had showered and shaved. Then he could wear it all day. That would be fun - especially on top of the conversation from last night that was still living over and over again in his brain. The very thought of it was so exciting. He gave up and minced in his heels to the bathroom and masturbated. Wow what a thrill. But as usual, as soon as he was done, the feelings diminished in him to the point where he had little interest. He jumped into the shower to finish waking up. And when he got dressed, he didn't have any desire to wear the diaper either. He had other things on his mind. It was Sunday, he needed furniture. Where could he get some that wouldn't cost a fortune? It was early afternoon when Mel finally left her apartment to do a little shopping. She had spent an interesting morning playing with new ideas and drawing up a fun contract. But now it was time to get back to the real world again. As she descended the steps to the parking lot, she saw Chad drive up. He got out of his car with a cup of coffee from McDonalds. "Hi Chad. How are you today?" she asked politely. "Doing okay, I guess," he answered, holding up his coffee so she could see it. "I want to thank you again for a great evening last night. I shouldn't have drank so much though. That's one of the reasons why I don't drink. But I have to admit, I really had a good time. Thanks." "I enjoyed it too. A lot!" she admitted. Then she thought again about the interesting morning of research she had just had. "Maybe more than I should have." Chad nodded his agreement as he sipped at his coffee. "Did you find any furniture yet?" she asked. "That's my problem. It's Sunday. I don't even know where to start. Any ideas?" Mel shook her head. "I don't know. And you certainly can't put anything you buy into that little car. Whatever you get is going to have to be delivered." "Another problem," he admitted. "And I have to work tomorrow. I can't be here to wait around for deliveries." Mel thought for a moment again. She kind of liked being with Chad. "Tell you what, I'm on my way out to do a little shopping myself. Do you want to come along? Maybe we can think of something together." Chad jumped at the idea. He kind of liked being with Mel. She was different than his wife - make that ex-wife. Mel was a lot more open. "Sure," he agreed quickly. As Mel drove them out towards the mall, the odd conversation they had last night was again on her mind. She couldn't know it, but the same thing was on Chad's mind too. Finally, she had to ask, "Chad, um... you know that bet we made last night? That was all just in fun, wasn't it?" "Of course," he answered. Then added uncertainly, "Wasn't it?" Mel sighed a bit. "Yeah. But it could have worked out really nice for me." "Why is that? You would've had no chance of winning it." "No chance? I couldn't have lost! But it would have been nice to have you as my own little personal servant. It's one of the reasons why I have an apartment and not my own house. I don't want to take care of that much. I'm too busy." "You would have lost." Chad stated. "I know myself way too well. It would be nearly impossible. Especially in only two months." "I bet I could do it!" Mel replied. Then she laughed a bit. "You should see the contract I was drawing up for us this morning - just in fun of course. It was just such an interesting idea that I'm afraid I got more than a bit excited about it." "Ha! You got excited. You should have seen what it did to me - although I'm sure I was excited in a different way - if you know what I mean?" Mel had to laugh at that one. "Yeah, I probably do." The whole time they were out shopping together, they talked and laughed about the contract that Mel was working on - just in fun. Mel told him all her ideas, which mostly removed all blame for anything from Mel and made Chad totally subservient to her every little whim. Anything that Mel wanted Chad to do, he would be bound to do. Anytime she wanted to punish him, even for doing nothing wrong, she could - and in any way she chose. Chad would have no say in the matter at all. At the end of the two months, Chad would have forty-eight hours to prove that he could once again control himself completely. If he couldn't then Mel would win. If he could, then he would win. As they were driving home, Chad finally laughed at it all. "It's all the stuff of my dreams," he admitted. "It would be a great fantasy, but that's all it can ever be, a fantasy." "Why not?" Mel wondered. "Because in real life, it just can't be done." "Oh, I don't know," Mel said as she considered it more carefully. "I think it could be done." "Ha. It would be nice to have you buy me all new furniture for my apartment," he chuckled. "You mean it would be nice for you to be my own personal servant," she replied. "And like I said last night, one who doesn't even need any bathroom breaks." They both laughed again. Chad shook his head. "It couldn't be done though." "What?" "Making me incontinent in that amount of time. Like I said, I know myself too well. I'm one of those guys who's just too much in control." "I could do it," she replied, sounding more certain than she really was. "No, you couldn't." "Bet I could!" "Bet you can't!" Chad replied playfully. They both laughed for a second. "Oh, it would be nice though," Mel sighed. "It certainly would be exciting," Chad replied thoughtfully. They both looked briefly and shyly at each other. The feeling of excitement was driving full force in Chad's stomach. A similar feeling was washing all through Mel. They both wondered what the other was thinking. When they got back, Chad pulled the only bit of furniture he had purchased out of the trunk of her car and carried it up to his apartment - a blow-up mattress. It was the only thing he could find. But at least he wouldn't have to sleep on the floor anymore. Mel invited Chad over to her apartment again, just to show him the contract she had been working on - since they had talked about it so much. She pointed out and explained each of the items in it and they both laughed again over how much control it would give to Mel and how much it would take away from Chad. Finally, Chad shook his head. "God! It would be so much fun. It's such a fantasy. I could just sign it." Mel sighed. "Me too. It really would be nice." They looked at each other for a long time. "Are we really considering this?" Chad finally asked. Mel nodded her head slowly. "I think so." Chad gulped. "Do you have a pen?" Mel nodded and pulled one from the pen holder on her desk. She handed it to Chad. Then she stopped him. "No, wait! You can't sign it yet!" "Why not?" "Look at the form. It has to be notarized!" Chad looked at the bottom of the contract. There was a line there for a public notary. "Saved by the bell," he said. Mel though for a moment. "You know, if you really want, I have a friend from the office who I'm sure would do it for us." Now it was Chad's turn to think. "Do you really want to?" he asked. Mel thought for a few seconds, then nodded her head. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. "Andrea? This is Mel. I have something rather... odd... that I'd really like you to notarize for me. Can you come right over? ...No, I think I'd rather explain it when you get here. ...Thanks, see you in a few." "Someone else will know," Chad realized. "Yeah. But some part of it is bound to get out anyway, and I trust Andrea." While they waited, they mostly just looked at each other. Were they really doing this? Each one of them had butterflies in their stomach. They were going to do it, but it just didn't seem real... to either of them. Andrea turned out to be a middle-aged but still pretty blonde. She sat down at Mel's table and took her stuff out of her bag. "You know," she began, "I don't have to see any of what's in this document that I'm witnessing. You can just cover everything but the signatures up. I just have to witness you both signing it." Mel looked over at Chad. "It's okay, Andrea. I'm not going to show you all of it, but what it is, is a contract between Chad and myself about a bet. And it's not going to be an easy one - probably for either of us." "Okay," Andrea replied. "Let's just get on with it so I can get home again." Mel set the copies of the contract on the table. She signed all of them, then she pushed them over to Chad. He spent a few seconds looking at Mel, reconsidering. Then he too picked up the pen and signed them. As soon as he did, it felt like a lead weight had just dropped on his stomach. Mel pushed the papers over to Andrea. She signed them too. Then she applied her stamp of certification. "It's done," Mel said simply. "That it is," Andrea agreed as she gathered up her things and finally left. Once they were alone again, the two just looked at each other for a moment. "We're actually doing it," Chad said, still coming to grips with the reality of it. "Yeah, we really are," Mel agreed, also a bit surprised. "Where do we start?" "I'm not sure," Mel replied, but then she seemed to come to her senses a bit more. "But one thing I know for sure, I want you in a diaper right away! And that's where you're going to stay! There's no way I'm ever going to lose this bet!" Mel stood back and just stared at Chad as he displayed himself wearing only the disposable diaper and plastic incontinence panties he had just pulled over them. She felt like she should be laughing at him, and indeed he did look a bit humorous, but somehow, she just couldn't laugh. Chad had been more than a bit embarrassed about being naked in front of her, but as she quickly pointed out to him, he no longer had any choice in the matter - or in any other matters either. Chad was not a big man, in fact, he was really a bit scrawny. One thing she noted though, was that the hair on his body would have to go. Could she really make him do that? She quickly realized, of course she could. But not right now. Maybe later today. Right now, she had started something that she didn't know anything about. She was not some kind of dominatrix, she was a lawyer. Question, is there a difference? She smiled at her own personal joke. But the bottom line was that she had no idea of what she was going to do. She needed information and she needed it fast. In the meantime, she had to do something with Chad here. The obvious thing of course was to get him cleaning her apartment, wasn't that what she was after in the first place? "You diapered yourself pretty fast," she finally said to him. She had noticed that he had done it completely standing up instead of lying down like she had expected him to. Chad seemed to blush a bit. "I've had some practice." "It's a good thing. And you're going to get a lot more." She noticed Chad's shy grin at her remark. He was enjoying this - so far. What else did he enjoy? "Do you want me to put my clothes on now?" he asked. Mel realized that she had been mostly just standing there, thinking. Chad was waiting for her to tell him what to do. Well, let him wait. Should she have him put his clothes back on again? She needed him to go back to her apartment to start cleaning. Finally, she said, "Get dressed," and turned away from him. As Chad was pulling his shirt and pants on over his diapers, she walked into his closet to see what other clothes he had. He had some nice shirts and pants hung up neatly - a good sign. At one end of the closet, she saw a couple of dresses and skirts and blouses. She looked at them each more closely. These things were a major part of him too. She made it a point to remember that. She looked down at the shoes he had on the floor and realized that there were more high heels in there than men's shoes. She somehow found that to be very interesting too. She poked through the shoes more closely and finally picked up a pair of sandals with at least a four inch heel. The only women she knew who still wore heels like that were all a lot younger than she was - or hookers. She turned around with the heels still in her hand. Chad was just about to pull his socks on. "Wait!" she commanded. "Here, put these on instead." Chad's eyes went wide. He set the socks aside and took the shoes she handed him and sat on the floor to buckle them onto his feet. This was getting better and better. The excitement was now raging inside of him. He stood up again and took a couple of steps to make sure he had the feel of the shoes. The single diaper he was wearing was comfortable, but stimulating, the shoes added much more. But the fantasy of the whole situation had him to the point where he wanted to run to the bathroom to get himself off. But he didn't dare. This was too much fun! Mel watched Chad closely. Now, as he stood there, with the high heels on his feet, and knowing he was wearing a diaper under his pants, she did let out a laugh. She tried to stop it, but she couldn't. Chad seemed to blush even further as she did. "Come on," she finally said. "You have work to do." Chad followed her out into his living room, wondering what she wanted him to do. But when she started to open his front door, he got distressed. "Wait! I can't go out like this. I still have these heels on." Mel really wanted to laugh again. She knew she had to be tough. "Get use to it," she said with a big grin and actually held the door wide open till he cautiously walked out ahead of her - turning his head to see if there was anyone else around as he did so. She stifled another laugh. Was she really enjoying this? Chad seemed so uncomfortable standing outside in his high heels that Mel purposely pretended to have trouble with her door lock. There was no one else around anyway. Why not have a little fun with him? She could almost hear his sigh of relief when they got inside and she closed the door behind them. She threw her keys on the table by the door and looked back at him, he was standing in her living room, waiting to be told what to do. Fine. "Go clean!" she ordered. "You can start in the kitchen." As she had expected, he moved immediately, clunking onto the tile floor with those heels he was wearing. He might like wearing them, but he didn't exactly walk gracefully in them - yet. She made a mental note to have him learn to walk better in the heels. Mel headed straight for her computer. She had no idea about what it was she was doing. She needed to do some research and the first place to start was the internet. How do you go about making someone incontinent? Is there even any information about that anywhere? Has it ever been done before? Only time and research would answer that. In the meantime, she was at least happy to see that the clutter of dirty dishes on her counter was being cleaned up. Chad rinsed dish after dish and stuck them into the dishwasher. The woman wasn't exactly a slob, but she certainly could've cleaned up after herself a bit more. Okay, he knew he was a bit of a clean freak, but still, she was a woman. Weren't all women clean freaks? He finally turned the dishwasher on and wiped down the counters and the sink. He looked around. The kitchen looked pretty good. He walked out into the living room where she was working at her computer - aren't high heels wonderful? "All done," he proclaimed. He could tell by the way she looked up that she had been really engrossed in what she was working on. She almost seemed annoyed that he had bothered her, but she got up from her work to take a look. Mel looked around at her kitchen. She had to admit, it didn't look bad at all. Probably better than she would have bothered to do. How nice! Don't let him stop now! "Nice," she finally admitted. "Thanks. Now do the rest of the place." As Chad turned to start looking around the rest of her apartment, the words, or maybe they were commands, started flowing out of her mouth. "The vacuum cleaner is in the closet. Oh, and there are clothes in the hamper in the bathroom that need to be washed, get those going first." Chad headed directly for the bathroom to find the clothes hamper. Okay, this was sort of fun, but it was beginning to get tedious. What else did he expect? Wasn't this what it was all about? He walked into the bathroom and spotted the hamper, directly across from the toilet. The toilet that he knew he wasn't supposed to use anymore. Unfortunately, just looking at it made him realize that he was going to have to pee soon. As he picked up the hamper full of her dirty clothes, he clamped down and ignored the feeling. There was no way he was going to lose this bet! Mel looked up from her notes and watched as Chad lugged her hamper over to where the washer and dryer were. The clunking of his high heels was obviously making it harder for him. She kind of enjoyed that fact. As she watched him loading her clothes into the washer, she had a wicked idea. "Take your clothes off!" she ordered. "What?" "Don't say what! I said take your clothes off... and put them into the washer. Now!" Chad seemed a bit confused and surprised, but he started to get undressed. It took him a few minutes since he had to remove his shoes to get his pants off then put them back on again. But a short while later, he was standing there in nothing but his diapers and heels... and the rest of his clothes were all soaking wet in the washer. He looked very embarrassed about it, but Mel had a feeling he was secretly loving it. "I think I like you better that way," she said as she watched him continue working. The embarrassed grin that Chad returned was enough to make her laugh to herself again. She got up from her seat to see him better. Yeah, he did look ridiculous dressed as he was. Why was she enjoying it so much? She stared at his diapers and realized something. She was supposed to be making him incontinent! "Have you wet yourself yet?" she asked. "No, not yet." "Why not?" Chad shook his head. "I haven't had to go yet." Oh. That made sense. Mel realized that she had been overlooking something very important. She had to keep fluids going into him - probably lots of fluids to keep him peeing all the time. That only made sense, didn't it? She literally ran to the kitchen and found the biggest glass in her cabinets and filled it with water. "Here drink this - now!" she commanded as she handed him the glass. Chad sighed a bit as he took the glass of water from her. He already had to pee, but not badly, all that water was going to make it worse. But he began drinking, not all that fast, but he drank it. Mel watched as Chad gradually drank the glass of water. "Good," she finally said as she watched him finish the last of it. She turned to carry the glass back to the kitchen, then realized what she was doing. She handed the glass to Chad instead. "Here, put this away." As she watched him clunking in his heels back to the kitchen, she had one more thought. "I want you to tell me when you're going to wet yourself. I want to know! And it better be soon!" she added as an afterthought. Mel went back to her research. There was so much to read and so many ideas, but so little about making someone incontinent. Evidently, there was no real good method other than time. A very long time! And that was something she didn't have enough of. That fact alone left her frustrated and a bit angry. She hated losing anything. And she certainly wasn't going to lose this bet - that was for sure! She looked up as Chad was pulling clothes out of her dryer and realized that he had never told her he was going to wet himself. "Did you wet yourself yet?" "Not yet," he replied. She got up to talk to him. "Why not?" Chad shrugged his shoulders a bit. "I don't have to yet," he replied. The truth though was that he was fighting against it as hard as he could without letting it show. Mel was more than amazed. She headed back to the kitchen and got out the same glass she had given him before and filled it with water again. She realized she should have had him do it himself - she still had a lot to learn. She handed him the glass and told him to start drinking again. Chad took the glass from Mel, but he wasn't at all happy about it. He really did have to pee and more water was only going to make it worse, but what could he do? He began drinking. Mel watched him closely. She decided that he looked a little distressed. "Let me guess," she finally said, "you have to pee. Right?" Chad stopped drinking and sheepishly admitted it. "Yeah, I do now." "Then do it!" she commanded. She waited while he seemed to concentrate, but after nothing seemed to happen for a few moments she asked, "What's wrong? Why aren't you wetting yourself?" "It's not that easy!" he replied. "Why not?" "Well, it's been a long time since I've done this. It's hard. Sometimes it takes a long time to relearn to wet myself again." That was news to Mel. "Well, you better learn fast then," she said threateningly. "I suggest you start trying real hard right now. Now keep drinking!" She stood there and watched as Chad kept drinking the water, all the while, it was obvious that his discomfort was growing. But when the water was gone, he still hadn't done it. She grabbed the glass and refilled it again quickly. "Keep drinking!" she ordered. "Not more." Chad complained. "I can't drink anymore." "Keep drinking!" Chad dutifully began sipping at the water again. "Faster," she ordered. Halfway through the glass, Chad lowered it. There was distress in his eyes. "Ohhh... I'm peeing," he said closing his eyes. A few seconds later, he looked up at Mel. "I'm done now." Chad felt completely humiliated. This woman... that he barely knew... had just watched him wetting himself - make that flooding himself. It was completely humiliating! Wonderfully humiliating! Mel was about to take the glass from him again but she stopped herself just in time. There was still water in it. "Finish it," she commanded. As he hesitantly raised the glass to his lips again to continue drinking, Mel reached out to grab the front of his diapers. Even through the plastic panties, they felt warm and obviously very wet. She felt more satisfied. Now she just had to find a way to keep him peeing. She had no doubt that the only way she was going to win this bet, was to make him pee so much he barely realized he was doing it anymore. And that wasn't going to be easy. She needed a plan. It was time to think a bit harder over the notes she had already made. Mel had Chad fix a couple of diet TV dinners for each of them that night. She also had him drink another tall glass of water again. But it wasn't until well after dinner that Chad admitted he had to pee again. Once again she handed him the large glass of water to drink, and once again he didn't wet himself till he had consumed most of it. When she felt his diapers, they were really soaked. She even had him pull his incontinence panties down so she could see them better. "They're going to start leaking if I don't change them soon," he told her. "Can I go change now?" She had to think about that. She didn't really want him leaking pee all over her apartment. "Yeah," she finally said. "I guess we're done here, for today anyway. You can go home now." Gratefully, Chad put his shirt on, then grabbed his pants. "Wait," Mel ordered. She grabbed his pants from him. Then she went back to the kitchen and got another glass full of water. "One more for the road," she said as she handed it to him. "Oh God," Chad muttered. "I'm going to be up all night peeing." Mel giggled. "Good. That's the idea." When Chad had finally finished the water, he reached for his pants, but she just held on to them. "No, I'll carry them. You can go home just like that." Panic hit Chad full force. "I can't!" he exclaimed. "Would you like me to carry your shirt too and you can just wear your diapers?" "N... n... n... no," Chad stuttered. Mel picked up Chad's keys and wallet from where he had left them when he put the pants into the washer and led the way to her door. She opened it and glanced quickly outside. It was just getting dark. Not too many people around. "You first," she said with a wicked grin as she waited for Chad to walk out ahead of her. Reluctantly, he did so and she followed behind him, taking the time to lock her own door and check it. Then she followed him to his door and took her time switching keys before she finally opened it again. "That's something else," she said as another thought hit her. "Tomorrow, I want my own key to your apartment. Got it?" Chad was really nervous standing outside dressed the way he was. And this woman was doing everything she could to make it longer. "Yeah," he agreed. "Please, can we go in now?" Mel smiled and opened the door. Chad dashed in ahead of her. Mel watched as Chad cleaned himself up and re-diapered himself. As he did so, she saw him glance a few times at his toilet. She was going to have to find a way to keep him away from that. She just didn't know how yet. "No toilets!" she commanded. "Yeah, I know," Chad agreed sheepishly. "What time do you go to work in the morning?" "It's not that far from here. I'll probably have to leave here a little before eight." "Good. I don't have to be to work till nine. I'll be here before you go to work to check your diapers." She turned to walk back to the door, then stopped with one more thought. "And I want you to drink another large glass full of water before you go to bed." "I don't have any glasses yet," Chad replied, feeling a bit cocky over the answer. Mel thought for a moment. She was about to bring him one of hers, but then she remembered something else. "You have baby bottles don't you?" "Yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "Then two of those before bed! See you in the morning." Chad was finally left alone. It had been an interesting day. Were they really doing this? That answer was oddly clear. Yes, they really were. That thought alone fueled his raging desire. He went into the bathroom and pulled his diaper down and masturbated into the toilet. Then, because he could, he peed into it too. He thought about work tomorrow. He could do the same thing there as well and Mel wouldn't even know. She might make things difficult for him when he was home, and he had no doubt that she would, but while he was at work, there was nothing she could do to him at all. He was going to win this bet. And it was going to be easier than he thought. Chapter 3 (Monday - week 1) Chad didn't drink any of the bottles of water the previous night. He did wet his diapers, once, but not till after he got up in the morning. And then it was only in case Mel might check. He did have to get up several times during the night to pull his diapers down and pee normally into the toilet. But there was no way that Mel could ever know that. His new apartment was a lot closer to work than where he used to live. That was one of the reasons he had picked it. He was now dressed and ready for work but it was still too early. He grabbed one of his baby bottles that he had stashed out of sight and washed it, then left it out on his kitchen counter so that Mel would think he had done as she told him to. He just hoped he hadn't forgotten anything. At seven thirty, there was a knock on his door. "Finally!" he muttered quietly to himself. He was ready to go to work, and perhaps stop for some coffee and breakfast along the way. He opened his door and Mel walked in, eyeing him critically. "Are you wearing your diaper?" It was a really dumb question, but Chad realized she probably had to ask. "Yes, I am." "Let me see," she ordered. Chad rolled his eyes a bit and undid his pants and pulled them down. She seemed satisfied. "Okay," she said as she headed toward his kitchen. Chad pulled his pants back up again as he followed her. Mel grabbed the baby bottle he had left by the sink and held it up. "Did you drink from this last night?" "Two, like you said," Chad lied. Mel wasn't at all sure. She had no way of knowing what he did and that was frustrating. In the back of her mind, she had this feeling that he was lying, probably about a few things, but she had no way of proving anything. She filled the baby bottle from the sink and handed it to him. "Drink!" Chad rolled his eyes again and put the thing to his mouth and began sucking on it while she leaned against his counter and watched him. As usual, his mouth began to get tired after a few minutes and he stopped more and more often to rest. Mel glanced at her watch. "You're going to have to hurry if you want to make it to work on time." "This isn't easy!" Chad complained. "I get tired real fast. I don't know how babies do it so easily." Mel smiled. "Maybe you just need more practice." Her comment actually sent thrills down his spine. He kept drinking. Finally, he finished the bottle and handed it to Mel. "Okay," she said. "You'd better get to work. Remember, no toilets!" "I know," Chad replied. Mel reached into her purse and pulled out a card. "Here's my private cell number. Call me if you have any questions or problems. If I'm busy, you may have to leave a message. She reached into her purse again and pulled out a pen. "What's your number?" Chad told her and she wrote it down. "Okay, remember what I said." "I will," Chad replied as they both headed for his door. A little while later, Chad was once again at work in his cubicle. His job designing and maintaining web sites was in reality a very lonely one. Often, he hardly talked with anyone in person all day long. He didn't even speak all that much to the woman in the cubicle next to his. Most of his communicating was done either by email or by phone. But the solitariness of the work made doing things like wearing diapers to work once in a while all that much easier. Normally, whenever he wore diapers to work, he would barely drink or eat anything all day so he wouldn't have to wet them too much. Of course, during those play times, he really did want to use his diapers - like a baby. But this time he was out to win a bet. He had purposely not fastened the diaper as tightly as he could have to make it easier to pull it down whenever he had to use the bathroom. He reached for the extra-large cup of coffee he had allowed himself and took a sip. Much better than water! He leaned back in his chair and dreamed. This little bet might be difficult at times, but overall he expected he was going to have a lot of fun. And there was no way he could lose. As he thought about how easy it was going to be for him to win, he had another thought. "I wonder if she'll spring for a new pool table for my apartment when this is all over? She did say anything." "Hi Mel," Andrea said as Mel walked into the office. As usual, Mel's arms were laden with her laptop, her briefcases, and her purse. She walked into her office and dumped them as she usually did on the couch. Andrea followed her in, her own hands full of papers. "Mr. Cravin called again. He's coming in later this morning to update his will... again." Mel rolled her eyes. "Again? This is the third time in the last few months." "Fourth. You have two clients first, property closure and then that accident lawsuit. And don't forget court right after lunch." Mel nodded. It was the usual stuff. "Okay," she sighed. "I'm on it." But what she really wanted was to get back to planning for winning the bet she had made. But Andrea didn't leave as she normally did. Mel looked up at her. "Look," Andrea began, "I know I'm not supposed to be asking about this, but... well, I did see some of the end of what was written in that contract I witnessed yesterday. And... well... I was just wondering if you were willing to tell me about it, that's all." Mel really didn't know if she should tell her or not, but Andrea was a good friend... and she could be trusted. "Close the door first," she said. Mel spent a few minutes outlining most of what was going on. Andrea went from unbelieving... to outright laughing... to unbelieving again. "Oh God, please keep me informed on everything!" Andrea finally said as Mel got to the end. "This is going to be better than a soap opera!" "I will," Mel agreed. Then she glanced at her watch. "But now it looks like I have to hurry. I'll bet the first clients are already here." "They have been for the last half hour," Andrea replied. "Oh... don't forget your therapy this afternoon too. Do you need me to cancel it?" "No. I'm probably going to really need it this time." Andrea laughed. Mel thought about her therapy sessions that she went to every week. Not normal therapy, relaxation therapy. It was one of the few highlights of her life. It wasn't until the middle of the afternoon that Mel had time to get back to planning for what she was going to do with Chad... or maybe it was more like what she was going to do to Chad. One thing she knew for sure, she was going to have to get a lot tougher. She was capable of being very tough, but this was a whole new direction for her. Her plan so far seemed like a mental spiral to her. Starting out in one place and forever spiraling downward to the eventual end, which in this case was the end of Chad's ability to control himself and the beginning of his real servitude to her. Chad was interested in both the baby stuff and the cross-dressing. She would use all of that in ever increasing amounts - especially the baby stuff. She wanted him to associate having no control like a baby to being ever more of a baby himself. She laughed at the mental image she had of him for the future - absolutely ridiculous, and absolutely under her thumb. When Chad got off from work, he started to head straight home, but he remembered half-way there that Mel had wanted a key to his apartment. He wasn't exactly thrilled about that, but he also wasn't exactly sure about how much choice he really had either. That contract was really something. And she was a lawyer. He had no doubt that somehow it could all turn out to be perfectly legal. He turned around and headed for the hardware store instead to get another key made. When he was done, he hurried home. He wasn't sure what time she would get home, but he felt safer if he could check first. Her car wasn't in the parking lot. That was a good sign. Once inside his apartment, he allowed himself to wet his diaper for the first time that day - just in case. Then he took it off and replaced it with a fresh one. But now he was hungry and she wasn't home yet. He had no food in the house. Should he get some, or wait for her. He decided to try calling her to find out. Mel's cell phone rang as she was walking from her car to her therapy session. She was only a little surprised to see that the call was from Chad. "Hello?" "Uh, this is Chad." "Yes, I know. What do you want? I'm busy." "I just wanted to know if I could go get something to eat or if you wanted me to wait for you?" That was a nice thought, Mel decided. "I'm going to be a while yet. You'd better get something for yourself. Oh, and make sure you get a large drink with it!" "Okay," Chad replied. "No problem." "Are you wet?" "Not right now. I just changed myself after work." That made sense to Mel. She really needed a better way to keep tabs on him. "Okay, I've got to go. See you later." She walked into her therapist's office with only thoughts of how she was going to handle Chad on her mind. Mel's relaxation therapy was just that, a professional relaxation session. It took all the cares and stress of her life and for a little while, threw them all away. It relaxed her mind and body both. From the moment she had tried it, she had been hooked. As she laid back on the comfortable chaise and relaxed, she let the aroma of the incense fill her lungs. She breathed it in deeply. How luxurious. "You seemed a bit pre-occupied today when you came in," Gloria, her therapist and also her best friend, noted. "Yeah, maybe," Mel replied as she closed her eyes. "So what's eating you?" Mel and Gloria had been friends for a long time. And long ago she had started sharing everything with Gloria. And since Gloria was a therapist, it really seemed to help. This time was no different. She talked for most of her allotted half-hour about Chad and what she was doing. Fortunately, Gloria didn't seem at all shocked. In fact, she had seemed more than a bit interested. Near the end of Mel's session, Gloria asked, "Have you thought about using hypnosis on him?" "Yeah, but from everything I've read, all those recordings you can buy don't really work." "How about a live hypnotist?" "Why? Do you know one who would do it?" "I might." That got Mel's full attention. "Tell you what, as you know I keep some evenings open for group sessions. I have Thursday evening free right now. Why don't you bring him by for some nice group relaxation? Just the two of you together. I'm sure he'll love it. And maybe we can even sneak a little something else into the session. I've been known to dabble a bit with hypnosis and I'll see what I can do with him. Of course, I'd have to charge you double." Mel didn't care one bit about the cost. "Could you really?" "I can try. I can't guarantee it will help at all, but like I said, I can try." "That would be great!" Then Mel had another idea, "Oh, is there any way you can do it so he doesn't know he's been hypnotized?" Gloria smiled at the idea. "Like I said, I can try. We'll have to start slow though and it's probably going to take more than one session." "If it helps, I don't care!" After her therapy session, Mel went grocery shopping. Her research had given her some ideas for drinks that would hopefully make Chad pee a lot. As she searched the shelves she came across another item that suddenly struck her as possibly being useful. She picked up several boxes before she headed home. Chad was getting bored in his apartment with no TV and only one chair to sit in. So he was really glad when his cell phone finally rang. "Diapers, shirt, heels, and nothing else! Oh, and bring a baby bottle!" the voice on the other end said before hanging up again. No hello or anything else. But Chad jumped at the command. He just wasn't all that sure about going out through his door with no pants and wearing the heels. But he figured he wasn't supposed to have any choice in the matter, so he behaved that way. Besides, he was bored. Fortunately, he was only going to the apartment next door. Unfortunately, his heels were making an awful lot of noise as he walked. Also unfortunately, someone else was coming out of her apartment on the opposite side of his. He knocked quickly on Mel's door, but the darn woman inside was taking her sweet time answering it. The woman who had come out of her apartment was staring directly at him. He knocked again desperately. Finally, Mel opened the door and he nearly pushed her out of the way trying to get inside. "Somebody saw me!" he gasped. Mel smiled slyly. "Awww. Get used to it. Maybe we should invite them in to see what else you're wearing." She opened the door to look out. "No! Please!" Chad pleaded. Fortunately, Mel closed the door again. "Shirt off!" she commanded quickly. As soon as Chad was dressed in only what she wanted him wearing, she took his baby bottle from him and led the way into the kitchen. There was a pot of something sitting on the stove. Chad couldn't tell by the smell what was in it. Mel filled the bottle from her sink and handed it to him. "Sit on the floor over there and don't get up!" Chad sat down on the tile floor and put the bottle to his mouth to start drinking. Mel went back to the pot she had on the stove and stirred whatever was inside before putting the lid back on again. "I think that should sit a bit more," she said before she walked away, leaving him alone on the floor. As Chad sat there drinking from the baby bottle, he couldn't help but think about how much like a baby he felt doing it, and that feeling was thrilling to him. Mel didn't come back again till he was almost finished. She glanced at him, then checked her pot again. As Chad continued to finish his bottle, he watched her grab a large spoon and begin taking what looked like tea bags out of the pot and throwing them away. "I'm finished," Chad finally said as she was working. She barely glanced at him. "You'll have to sit there and wait. I'm a bit busy right now," she said as if she were talking to a child. She finally poured whatever was in the pot into a large pitcher and put that into her refrigerator. "There," she finally said, closing the door. That's all ready." She took the baby bottle from his hand and set it on the counter. "Did you get a key for me?" she asked. "Yes," he replied, still sitting where he was. "Well?" He felt like such a child. He got up immediately and got the key for her from the rest of his keys. "Thank you," she said as he handed it to her - again like she was speaking to a child. And he was loving it completely. She opened her pantry closet and brought out a bucket and a scrub brush. She filled the bucket with hot water from her sink and added some cleaner to it. Then she put it on the floor in front of him. "Start scrubbing," she commanded. "On your knees," she added. Then she left him again. Chad sighed. Some of this was fun, and some of it wasn't. A few minutes later she poked her head around the corner and said, "I'll be back in a few minutes. I expect to see some progress when I get back." And then she was gone. She had said she would only be a few minutes so he dared not stop working. She was gone longer than he thought, but when she came back she immediately went to the kitchen to check on him. He was almost done, fortunately. "Oh, you're doing pretty good I see," she said as she headed straight for the refrigerator. "Have you wet yet?" "Not yet," he replied as he threw the scrub brush into the bucket and started to stand up again. "Ah, ah, ah," she warned. "Babies stay on the floor today." He sat back down in a state of shock. She could be so good sometimes! Mel pulled out the pitcher she had put into the refrigerator earlier and set it on the counter. Then she grabbed his baby bottle and filled it from the pitcher before putting the pitcher away again. "Here," she said as she handed him the bottle. "Time for your bottle." It hadn't been all that long since he finished the last one, but he took it reluctantly and started sucking on it again. The liquid was still warm, almost hot, and it tasted very strong and strange. "What is this?" he asked making a face. He really didn't like it. "Green tea. It's good for you, so drink it up." He forced himself to bring the bottle back to his lips and continue sucking. By the time he finished it, he really did have to pee. Since he wasn't supposed to stand up, and not knowing what else to do, he called out, "I'm finished." Mel came back into the kitchen only seconds later. "Did you pee yet?" "Not yet, but I'm getting to where I'm going to have to soon," he admitted. "You better do it fast, or you'll be more than sorry. Now follow me." Chad started to get to his feet. "And crawl like the baby you are!" Chad instantly dropped back down again and crawled behind her. "Are you peeing yet?" she asked as she walked without turning around." "Not yet," he replied. "You might want to..." she said, leaving him to wonder what she had in store for him next. Deciding to err on the cautious side, he wet himself as well as he could while he crawled - an interesting experience he decided. "I wet myself," he told her. "It's about time," she replied as she headed into her bathroom. Chad crawled in behind her. "Okay," she said. "Now strip! Completely!" While Chad worked on removing one high heel, she started the water running in the tub, then, because he was slow, she went to work on his other shoe. After that it was just a matter of removing his wet diaper and plastic panties. "Into the tub," she ordered. Fortunately, the water was nice and warm. Chad felt nice and relaxed in it - till she brought out her razor. "You're not..." "Yes I am!" she replied, leaving no doubt that she was going to shave him completely. She took a very long time about it and was very thorough, even shaving his private parts completely. By the time he was finished, the only hair he had left was his eyebrows and the hair on top of his head. "Much better," she remarked as she finally allowed him to get out of the tub and handed him a towel. "What am I supposed to wear?" He asked. The diaper he had worn earlier was wet and he couldn't put it back on again. Mel smiled slyly and handed him his plastic panties and his high heels. Then she led him back out into the living room where she handed him his shirt to put back on again. Before she took him back to his apartment, she went back to the kitchen and got the pitcher of green tea and handed it to him. "Carry this," she commanded. Then she grabbed his keys and wallet along with her purse and led the way out of her apartment. Once again, Chad wanted to die for being dressed as he was outside. Fortunately, all was fairly quiet out there, but Mel did take her sweet time opening his door for him again. As usual, Chad got back inside as fast as he could. Mel grabbed the pitcher from him and sent him to his room to get re- diapered for the night. "Oh, and Chad, from now on, two diapers every night when you go to bed." "Two? Why?" "Make that three!" she said angrily. "Three!" "Do you want to try for four?" Chad got the point and shut up. "I'm going to have