DIAPERED BY HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW by Throne (Patreon)

DIAPERED BY HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW by Throne

"Listen," Todd said.  "The last thing I want to do is stop at your mother's house before we leave on vacation."

"It will only be for a half hour," his wife Janet pointed out.

He gave a theatrical sigh and shook his head.  "Fine.  Whatever."

He was short, with a lightweight build.  She was a few inches taller than him, a real looker, with curves to spare.  Soon they had the car packed and Janet made sure the plane tickets were in her shoulder bag.  She drove.  Twenty minutes later, they were at her mom's suburban home, in a pleasant cul-de-sac.  Todd pointedly checked his watch as they reached the front door.

Once they were inside, Janet called out, "Hey, mom, we're here."

Belle appeared from the den, wearing a purple skirt and jacket, with a cream blouse.  Her dark hair was up in a bun.  She was taller than her daughter, with similar curves that had expanded with the passing years.  Her sturdy legs were in gunmetal grey stockings and on her feet, she had black shoes with square toes and two-inch, chunk heels.  She resembled a strict, retro schoolteacher, or even a warden in a female prison.

"Hello, dear," said Belle.  "You look marvelous."  She gave Todd a frosty glance and wanted to know, "Is that what you're wearing on the flight?"

"Yeah."  He shrugged.  "Why?"

"That shirt shows how soft you're getting around the middle.  And those pants are baggy, like you're trying to hide your chubby butt."

"Whoa," he said.  "I don't need to hear that."

"You may not want to hear it, but you still have to do something about it."  She told Janet, "Be a dear and get him different clothes from the car."  To Todd she said, "You can change in the guest bedroom.  Go and strip off that unsightly outfit."

Janet headed back out the door.  Todd sputtered, "This really isn't necessary.  I hate the way you try to take over everything.  And how you poison my wife's mind against me."

"Oh, hush," she said with calm authority.  "Just do as you're told."

"And don't talk to me like I'm a child."

"You sure hate that.  Don't you?"

"Of course, I do."

"Too bad.  Now get in there.  She'll have something better for you to wear in a few minutes."

He huffed at her and headed to the spare bedroom, which contained little more than a bed and a dresser.  Muttering to himself, he got out of his clothes and set everything on a chair by the door.  Janet appeared.  She eyed his naked form and smirked.  Her attention went to his crotch.  Checking his sparse, pale pubic hair and immature genitals, she chuckled.  Then she grabbed everything from the chair, backed out, and slammed the door.

"Where's whatever I'm supposed to put on?" he wanted to know.  When she didn't answer, he raised his voice and said, "I'm naked in here.  Give me something to wear."

Through the door he heard Janet and Belle speaking, but couldn't make out their words.  Then they shared a laugh.  Moments later, while he stood there fuming, the front door closed loudly.

Suddenly concerned, he said, "Janet?  Honey?"

There was no answer.  He looked around for something to cover himself with.  The bed had been stripped.  He checked the dresser and closet, which yielded nothing.  With growing unease, Todd went to the door again.

Sounding conciliatory, he said, "Uh, dear?  Can you hear me?"

Was that their car starting up?  And driving off?

Belle opened the door and grinned maliciously at him.  "She had to go."

He squealed and clapped his hands over his privates.  "Close that door," he snapped.

She rushed toward him, slapped his face, and pushed him backward with her heavier body.  "First of all, never use that tone with me again.  Second, don't ever tell me what to do.  And third, start showing me proper respect, you little turd."

Glowering down from her superior height, she was very intimidating.  His cheek stung.  And he was nude.  She backed him up against the wall and held him there with her greater weight.  He squirmed but, in fear of being struck again, didn't do anything else.

Naked and afraid, he asked her in a chastened voice, "Where's my wife?"

"On her way to the airport."

"That can't be.  You have to let me have my clothes.  My wallet and phone."

"All that is with her.  I'm sure she'll leave it in the trunk, with your bags, when she parks in the long-term lot."

"She can't do that," he said in a disbelieving whisper.

"Of course, she can.  My daughter needs some time away from you.  You're really dull, Todd.  And after seeing your dick, I understand why she's never been satisfied in bed."

"You can't...  She didn't..."

"I can and she did.  Don't worry about Janet.  She's taking a friend along with her."

"What?"  He was stunned.  "One of those bitches she hangs around with?  I won't stand for it."

She snickered at him.  "That's funny, coming from a guy with no clothes on.  Let's get you settled in for the two weeks."

Belle took three steps back and planted her hands on her broad hips.  She challenged him with her confident expression.  He still had his hands over his male parts.  He was very aware of his unathletic physique and the little bit of downy fuzz that took the place of chest hair.  His lips quivered.

"What's the matter, Toddy?  Are you going to cry?  Squeeze out some tears?''

"This isn't fair."

"I'll tell you what's not fair.  Janet having to put up with your endless whining."

Her arm lashed out and she caught him by the ear.  Like a stern parent, she marched him out of the room and to the den.  There was a ladderback chair in the middle of the room.  She sat her wide bottom on it and dragged him across her lap.  He tried to stop her but she easily managed him.  Todd got his hands flat on the floor.  She pressed down on the small of his back, to make sure he didn't fall sideways.

"You need to understand how it's going to be around here," she stated.  "And the best way to help you learn is a good, old-fashioned spanking."

"I'm a grown-up man," he protested.

"Who acts like a petulant brat."

With no further preamble, she started smacking his rump, not holding back at all.  He wailed and kicked his feet in the air.  She struck even harder.  He gasped and then shrieked.  Even to himself, he sounded like a squalling child.  She didn't relent.  The sounds of spanks went on steadily.  His cries were soon mixed with blubbering.  Tears ran down his flushed cheeks.  He couldn't catch his breath.  She watched his tail end go from white to pink to blotchy red.  Not until she judged that his initial resistance had been broken, did she stop.  After her exertions, she wasn't even breathing hard.  Belle sat there, savoring his discomfort and how he couldn't stop sniffling.  She was enjoying every second of this.   When she gave him time to say or do something, he didn't make the effort.  All Todd could do was lie there and try to staunch his free-flowing tears.

"Stand up!" Belle barked.  He got on his feet.  "Go put yourself in the corner."  He did as he was told.  "Not like that, you dope.  Get your nose in there, where the walls meet."  When he tried to cover his backside, she ordered, "Put your hands on top of your head."  She came over and stood directly behind him.  "You have a lot to learn, before your wife gets back, Toddy.  What you need is a constant reminder that you're not the man you think you are.  You're more like a misbehaving child.  A sass-talking little girl.  And I have exactly what you need to keep you from forgetting what the real you is like.  Stay where you are."

She went to the easy chair in the diagonally-opposite corner.  From behind it she took a hanger.  She brought it to him and held it where he could see what was on it, with his peripheral vision.  His eyes went wide.  It was a poufy pink dress with layers of petticoats under it.  There were short, capped sleeves and a wide lace collar.  Three oversized, ornamental buttons ran down the front.  She dared him with her eyes to object.

All he said, barely audible, was, "That's for a girl."

"Or a nasty young man who needs to be treated like a girl.  Let's get you into it."

He begged, "Please don't make me wear that," but there was no strength behind his words.

"You don't want to?  Fine, for now.  Don't move.  Spend some time thinking about all the reasons you need to be dressed in this.  I'm going to have a cup of coffee.  Would you like some?"

"Yes, please."

"You can't have it.  No caffeine for you.  Or alcohol.  And I'll have to decide whether or not you're allowed any sweets.  If I come back and find that you've moved so much as one inch, Toddy, you'll get a lot worse than that spanking you forced me to give you."

He wanted to say something to demonstrate that he could stand up for himself, but wasn't willing to risk it.  Instead, he obediently kept his nose in the juncture of the walls, hands on his head, and his mouth shut.  Belle left the room.  He heard her in the kitchen.  Even though she couldn't see him, he didn't dare to change his position.  He was terrified of that woman.  When she returned, she sat on the sofa and admired the results of her handiwork on his reddened posterior.  Belle sipped her coffee, thinking about whether she should spank him frequently, or hold the threat of it over his head, as an inducement to behave.  Either way would be fun.

After her large coffee mug was empty, she set it on the end table.  "Well, Toddy.  Have you thought about everything?"

"Yes."

"Let's have more respect than that."

"Um, yes, Ma'am."

"Better.  And what have you decided?  Would you prefer to stay naked?"

"No, Ma'am."

"So, you want to wear the dress?"

"I don't want to..."

She cut him off with, "Either you do or you don't.  There won't be any quibbling."

"I..."  He hated having to say it, but saw no other choice.  "I want to wear that dress."

"Fine.  As long as it was your choice."

He didn't like her topsy-turvy logic.  She took the dress off the hanger and unzipped it down the back.  Giving Todd permission to lower his arms, she helped him into it.  The satiny material teased is skin.  Belle zipped it up.  She commanded him to walk around.  The petticoats whispered when he moved.  She told him to take small steps, swish his hips, and hold his arms out slightly to the sides, with his wrists limp.

"But," he said desperately, "I'll look like a sissy."

"And think of yourself as one, too.  I'm trying to get rid of your macho posturing.  You need to be drained of your delusions of adequacy."

He responded meekly, "Yes, Ma'am."  It felt like he should acknowledge that he had given her backtalk, so he added, "I'm sorry," in a wispy voice.

"I like the way you sounded just then.  Let me hear you speaking that way all the time.  Unless I take away your privilege to speak at all, of course."

She could do that?  Todd realized that she could.  Belle had the authority to make him act however she pleased, even on a whim.  His situation was hopeless at the moment.  He would have to figure some way out of it.  She took him to the kitchen, made some weak tea, and offered it to him in a delicate cup, on a matching saucer.  He sat at the small table.  His bottom hurt.  She instructed him to keep his knees modestly together.  That was a good idea anyway, because the dress was not accompanied by anything underneath.  He had to extend the pinky finger of the hand holding the cup, and take tiny sips.  Todd felt ridiculous.

After that, she had him doing simple household chores:  dusting, polishing, sweeping.  The tea was having a diuretic effect, so his bladder would need relieving soon.  He wondered how he would handle that, with the dress getting in way.  Then she put him in front of her computer, to watch tutorials on how to be a sissy.  He absorbed lessons on deportment, manners and body language.  Todd told himself that it would be to his advantage to follow those rules until the end of the fourteen days.  Once he was back together with Janet, this weird charade would end and he could go back to being himself.  He didn't know how his wife would feel about what he had been put through.  Perhaps she had simply built up some grievances and needed to settle scores she imagined she had.  Whatever her motivation for letting this happen, he would talk it out with her and get assurances that it would never reoccur.  That became his plan, to get through this period and then resume his normal life.

Belle left him at the computer for several hours.  When she reappeared, he was overdue for a visit to the necessary room.  His urgency was making him irritable.  As soon as he saw her, Todd flashed an angry expression.  Her eyebrows went up questioningly.

Without thinking about possible consequences, he told her, "I've been sitting here all this time, needing to use the bathroom.  I didn't want to upset you, the way you're being so unreasonable.  But you need to be more considerate."  He raised his chin defiantly.

She pursed her lips.  "So, you're saying you can't regulate a simple, everyday bodily function, the way millions of people have to do all the time?  Is that it?"

"Well, yes."  He neglected to include the usual 'Ma'am'.

"Then we'll have to do something about it."

He stood up and took one step toward the hallway.  At least there was sanity when it came to some issues.  Before he could move any further, she grabbed him by the back of his hair.

"Where are you going, missy?"

"OW!  Let go.  I have to go to the john."

"No, you have to visit the potty.  Let me hear you say it that way."

She was calm, but he sensed a threat behind her measured words.  "I... have to go... potty.  Ma'am."

"Actually, you don't have to.  I can't be bothered by you having an overactive bladder.  So, let's just put you into a nice absorbent diaper."

"Hold on.  That's too much."

Still gripping his hair, she spun him around and backhanded his face, the side she hadn't struck last time.  He was startled into silence.

"I can see you're going to be difficult," Belle said with barely restrained fury.  "If that's the way you want to play it, then that's how it will be.  But don't whine to me later about the measures I have to take."

Oh, crud.  He had pushed it too hard.  She walked him to the hall closet, from which she took a carrying bag with a long shoulder strap.  The bag was pink and lavender, with cartoon horses and rainbows all over it.  From there they went back to the spare room.  She dragged him in behind her.  Shoving him aside, so that he was penned in by the bed and dresser, with her blocking his only route of escape, she set the bag on the mattress and unzipped it.  First, she took out a quilted pad and spread it on the bed.

"All right, Toddy.  Let's get you out of your pretty dress and into a soft thick diaper."

"No, no, no," he pleaded, feeling like a trapped animal.

"Yes, yes, yes," she shot back, plainly knowing that she was going to prevail.

He cowered for long seconds.  Then his shoulders slumped and he hung his head.  In defeat, Todd turned his back, so she could reach the zipper.  The way she chortled at his weakness stabbed at his already battered ego.  The older woman got him out of the dress and ordered him onto the changing pad, with his bottom centered on it.  From the diaper bag came large cloth nappies and adult sized, pink rubber pants.  There were also lotion and powder.  She produced a fat pacifier on a loop of yellow ribbon.  The loop went around his neck and the dummy was shoved between his lips.  Then, from the bag, came a plastic bottle of something else, along with a package of cleansing wipes.

"You can suck on that while I diaper you," she told him, matter-of-factly.

He nursed at the artificial nipple-substitute.  She grinned triumphantly as she took several wipes and saturated them with liquid from that last bottle.  He was embarrassed when she used it generously on his crotch.  It burned slightly.  Todd was puzzled when she did the same on his chest and under his arms.  She applied more between his still sore buttocks.  When it touched his rosebud, some got on the sensitive inner tissues and set off a fresh blaze of pain.  She waited several minutes, checking something on her phone.

"Your wife and her friend caught their flight," she announced.

Then she used fresh wipes to again cover those areas.  To Todd's shock and dismay, his body hair came away on them.  There wasn't much of it, but it still provided badges of masculinity.  Now he was smooth where he had formerly been hairy, or at least fuzzy.  She applied lotion between his legs.  This time, Belle paid special attention to his penis.  Without wanting to, he got an erection.

"My, my," she said with a shake of her head.  "You certainly shortchanged Janet in that department.  Even when it gets bigger, it's still much too small."

His face grew warm and he knew he was blushing.  She rolled him onto his side and got two diapers under him.  Then came powder, which had a flowery scent.  Belle put him on his back again, so she could pull the diaper up between his legs, draw in both sides, and pin it all together.  Next came the plastic pants, which she worked up his legs and got fully into place.

"There you go, Toddy.  All waterproofed.  Whenever your system tells you it's time, you can pull the plug and let the waterworks flow.  Drain the reservoir."

He sucked harder on his pacifier.  This was disgraceful.  He was a grown man.  Married.  Yet there he was, on his back, with his domineering mother-in-law having him in diapers.  She kissed the tip of her pinky finger and touched it to the end of his nose.

"Be right back, Toddy.  Or should I call you Toddles?  Yes, you're more of a toddler now, than a little girl.  I hope this age regression will do you some good."

She left him there, to wallow in his humiliation.  He kept replaying in his mind the belief that, once Janet got back from the trip with her girlfriend, life could return to normal.  Belle came in with a plaid overnight bag.  From it she took a top, mittens and booties.  The top was yellow and short-sleeved and made of some stretchy material.  She held it up so he could see that, across the chest, it said SWEET AS HONEY, and there was an embroidered bee above the words.  She got it over his head and tugged it down.  The green booties covered his feet and ankles.  Those mittens were the same color and reached past his wrists; they were also too short and lacked thumbs, which curled his fingers under and incapacitated his hands.  He felt absurd, being dressed like that.  More importantly, his bladder was transmitting increasingly urgent messages.  Soon he would have no choice but to wet himself.  Couldn't she see the distress in his face?   Wasn't she capable of mercy?

His mother-in-law adjusted the ribbon attached to the pacifier, shortening it so much that there was no way to remove the plastic bulb from his mouth.  Then she went into the bag one more time, to produce a big bonnet.  It was mustard colored, with red polka dots, had a ruffle around his face, and featured long wide ties that she made into a big bow under his chin.  With his fingers disabled by the mittens, there was no way for him to remove the headwear.  He sucked anxiously on his pacifier.  The time was nearing when he would lose control of his bladder.  He thought he might already be passing drops of urine.

When she gave him a playful poke in the tummy, it distracted him.  All at once there was wet warmth spreading inside his thick diapers.  Todd moaned and wrapped his arms around himself.  His internal pressure lessened by the second.  Belle guessed what was happening.

She smiled down at him and said, "Is my little Toddles making piddle in her diaper?  Is she?  Tell me, Toddles-Tiddles.  Tiddles-Piddles."

He nodded miserably to confirm that she was correct.  When he closed his eyes, she told him to open them again.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of.  Lots of wee ones make wee-wee."  Saying that caused her to laugh and keep laughing.  His plight was very entertaining to her.  She said, "We'll get you changed later on.  Right now, I want you to experience your wet dye-dye for a while, creampuff.  Somebody needs to always remember that they're not a big man, like they used to think they were."  She adjusted his bonnet unnecessarily.  "Now let's give Toddles a yummy lunch."

Belle took his by the hand.  With his fingers folded under, it was like an adult holding the smaller hand of a child.  Back in the kitchen, she sat him on a chair, with another facing him, for her to occupy.  She loosened the ribbon that held the pacifier and took it out of his mouth.  Then she put a big pink bib on him.  There was a picture of an ice cream cone on it, with drips running down its sides and off the bottom.  Belle went to the fridge and came back with a bowl big enough to hold a cantaloupe, that she set in the table, by her chair.  She had also taken a large plastic spoon.  When she took the lid off the bowl, he saw something reddish-purple and pasty.

"Mmmm," she said.  "Strained beets."  Belle leaned in to tell him confidentially, "I made them myself."

Todd's lips drew down in a caricature of dislike.  She scooped up a heaping mouthful.  He refused to open up.  Belle grew irritable.  She bumped the spoon against his sealed lips.  He shook his head NO.  Her brow creased.  The stern mother-in-law pinched shut his nostrils.  When he needed to breathe, he sucked in a quick breath.  She was quick, too.  The beets went in.  She released his nose, put her fingers under his chin, and slid the spoon out, leaving behind the food.  It tasted earthy and bitter.  He understood why children often rejected it.  UGH.  But her hand stayed on the bottom of his jaw.  The awful stuff was on his tongue.  Rather than leave it there and prolong experiencing the flavor, he chewed and then gagged it down.

"Now," she admonished him, "if there's any more of your stubbornness, I have an unopened jar of black olives, and you're going to have to eat every one of them, even if I have to sit here all night to make it happen."

He believed her.  Todd cooperated as she shoveled in the beets.  She cooed and made babytalk.  The message was clear.  If he was good, she would go easy on him.  Any attempt to defy her would result in punishment.  Resistance was futile.  Belle didn't stop feeding him until the bowl was empty.  He felt queasy.  His tummy rumbled.  He didn't want to poop his diaper.  He was on the verge of tears.  She opened the cabinet under the sink and got out a low potty chair.  When he stood up, she removed his soggy diaper.  Todd was allowed to squat on the juvenile toilet and empty his bowels.  The mittens wouldn't permit him to clean himself, so she used several wipes to do it.  Then she took the removable basin from the chair and carried it to the bathroom.  Todd heard the flush.  This was all so shameful.  His sense of dependance on her was growing.  She got him into a fresh diaper, again causing arousal while she applied lotion.  Getting stiff made him think of his wife.  Janet must be on a plane by now, one of her gal pals using his ticket.

"All right," Belle announced.  "Time for a bottle and nap."

He wanted to say something but thought better of it.  His desire to keep her happy was also growing.  From the fridge she produced an oversize baby bottle, already filled.  Setting it in a saucepan of water, on the stovetop, she turned on the burner.  Soon the bottle was heating.  She sat with him and waited.  It gave him time to consider the unreality of his situation.  She didn't talk to him, and he was too uncertain to say anything to her.  Eventually, after testing the temperature of his formula on her wrist, she declared that it was warm enough.  Belle walked him to her bedroom.  He was disturbed to find a crib there, it's side already lowered.  He got in and she covered him with a colorful blanket.  Then she put the bottle between his hands.  He couldn't grip it, but was able to apply enough pressure to keep it in place as he got his mouth on the nipple.  Todd rolled onto his back in the narrow space.  He had to keep his knees bent, to make himself fit.  With the bottle tilted up, he sucked in the sweet liquid.  Soon he was getting drowsy.  Was it from stress, or had she put a sedative into the bottle?  Before he could think much about it, the formula was in his overly full stomach, and he was asleep.

The days that followed were very busy.  They were an endless cycle of feedings, wet diaper changes, sitting on the potty, being put into a variety of adult-size baby and toddler clothes, receiving instructions, watching videos, being baby-talked to, and occasionally getting spanked.  The spankings were infrequent and not as bad as the first one, but the threat of more was always present.  Only one thought kept Todd going.  Janet would be back soon.  He would mend his relationship with her and never again be put under his mother-in-law's thumb, have to wear diapers, or suffer any of the other indignities she heaped on him.  If Janet had told her travelling companion about this nightmare, maybe that friend had talked some sense into her.  Todd kept all that in his thoughts.  It was the only thing that prevented him from tumbling into a bottomless pit of surrender and being overwhelmed by his toddler identity.

At last, the day came for his wife to reappear.  He was wearing a round cap with lace around the edge and string ties.  There was a pale-green, cropped-top with narrow shoulder straps, three buttons down the front and a ruffle across the bottom.   Then came a short, flowered skirt, with a ruffled hem. From under that, his doubled diapers and plastic pants were visible.  On his feet were ballet slippers.  He felt utterly disgraced.  His wife was due very soon.  He repeated his plans, over and over, like a mantra.  Belle got a phone call.  She took Todd to the front door.

When the door opened, he got the shock of his life.  Janet was there but she was not alone.  With her was one of their college classmates, Burt 'Bull' Thompson.  He had always been in competition with Todd for Janet.  In fact, she had gone back and forth, dating both of them.  Todd knew, from seeing his rival in the locker room, that Bull was hung like the beast after which he was nicknamed.  The big rough guy had earned his sobriquet as a lineman on the football team.  Todd stood there in his foolish outfit, too startled to do anything.

"Whoa," Bull said.  "Looks like you finally found a dress style that fits you, Todd.  No more dorky sweater vests."

Belle offered, "Now he's called Toddles."  To her daughter she said, "Would you like me to give the little girl her bottle?"

Janet laughed so hard, she rocked.  "Sure, mom."

"I put something special in it," Belle added, "to make sure she does a pee-pee while you're here."

"And did you call his boss at the office?"

"Yes.  We worked out a good deal.  He is being put on long-term disability, with full pay, for the psychological condition that makes him need to dress and be treated like a baby.  The company earns points for being so compassionate toward their emotionally hampered employee."

Janet said, "Hampered and diapered."

Belle wanted to know, "Did you two have a fun couple of weeks?"

"Yeah.  We hit some tourist spots, but mostly screwed our brains out.  Still, the fantastic sex I had won't compare with what it's like when we do it with Todd -- I mean Toddles -- watching."

"Well," let me get his bottle and I'll put him in the crib in my room.  You can use my bed.  With the diuretic I added to his formula, he might be tinkling at the same time Bull is finishing inside you."

The three of them had a good laugh over that possibility.  Belle got the bottle and warmed it.  She led Todd to his crib and gave him the supersized baby bottle.  As he obediently sucked on it, she left and the happy couple appeared.  They began to undress each other.  Through the bars of his crib, Todd witnessed them kissing.  He suddenly felt much more like a child than ever before.  His plans for recovering from the past fourteen days slipped away.  So did his hopes of ever being an adult male again.

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