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All at Sea
Chapter 1
Chris was best described as a diminutive loving boy who had worked hard at school and just completed his “O” levels and passed them all, At 15 he was considered very bright for his age but despite his good academic achievements was too weak and weedy to succeed at sports. His mother Jane was protective and loving to him and his two younger sisters Jackie and Joanna. However, Christmas had been a time that was not full of happiness and joy. Despite having been given an iPad and laptop as presents, the tension between his father John and his mother had spoilt the big day.
Finally, as the New Year had come in, there was an almighty row when the children came to learn that their parents were separating. John was the Chief Engineer on a huge cruise ship and had become embroiled in an affair with one of the crew working as an officer in the hotel management staff. He was often away for long periods, often four months or more followed by a month at home when he would take his holiday. Chris used to love him coming back on leave full of stories and souvenirs that he had bought on the rare days when he could go ashore.
John was about to embark on a world cruise that would take him away for four months and he had packed his two large cases with his uniforms and dress suit. Jane was banging about in the kitchen cleaning the oven and clearly cross and very upset.
His father summoned the children in to the lounge and told them to sit down. “Chris, Jackie and Joanna” he said looking quite glum “your mother and I have agreed to separate because they have found it very difficult to live together any more”. The girls were crying and Chris who sat in the middle put his arm around them on the large couch. “As you know your Daddy is away for a lot of the time and he gets very lonely, so he made friends with one of his colleagues.”
There was the sound of a lot of crashing about in the kitchen as Jane kept herself busy.
“Joanna and Jackie” he continued “you are going to stay in this house with Mummy and your lives will carry on as normal. I have agreed that Mummy will keep this house so you can carry on at school and keep all the friends you have known for so long”.
He turned to look at Chris. “Chris, you will be going to live with Daddy’s new girlfriend Victoria who has a lovely house about 30 miles from here. She has given up her job so that she can look after you.”
He hugged and kissed all the children with tears in his eyes, he was unable to talk to them any more and with a rush he left the house, piled his cases into his Range Rover and swooped out of their lives.
Jane came into the room and hugged the girls while Chris sat in shock. “I am sorry Chris, but in order to keep the house I had to agree that your Daddy had custody of you. Please pack up your personal things in the case that is in your room and I will look after your clothes for you. I have known that this moment was coming for a few weeks now and I had a terrible time thinking about losing you.” She gave him a huge hug. “Your Daddy has been very selfish sweetheart and Mummy is very upset with him. Mummy will have the last laugh and I am sure that I will get you back. Did Chris detect a small smirk and glint in her eye?
Chapter 2
It was a few days later when his mother and Chris loaded his cases in to the estate car. He had kissed and hugged his sisters goodbye and they had gone to visit their grandmother. He looked back at his home as the car pulled off the driveway and a sense of impending doom settled like a fog around him. He and his mother said little on their journey to his new home and thirty minutes later they arrived at Victoria’s. It was not as large a house as his home, in fact it looked quite small.
Victoria was on the doorstep before the engine had been turned off. She was a stunning woman with raven dark flowing hair, piercing blue eyes and a bust that threatened to burst out of the white blouse she was wearing. She looked a lot younger than his mother.
Little was said, they off-loaded the cases in to the narrow hallway and his mother hugged Chris to her and said “Do everything Victoria says darling, I am going to miss you so so much”. She kissed him wetly on the cheek and then she was gone.
“Hello Chris”, said Victoria smiling sweetly at him and putting her arm around him “you can call me Mummy and I am going to look after you”. She looked at the envelope in her hand which had been given to her by Jane and peeled back the flap and took out a page of typed paper. “Your Mum wrote me a note, shall we see what it says?”
She opened up the letter reading ahead to ensure that it was suitable for sharing with Chris. It was not full of the hate and venom she had expected.
Dear Victoria
Please take care of my precious Chrissy, he is a very sweet boy and I have packed all you need in the large blue case. Sadly Chrissy is a chronic bed wetter and I have packed two dozen of his nappies and plastic pants for you to use.
Chris exploded “I never wet my bed and I have never worn nappies, that is not true it is crazy”. Victoria drew him to her breast and they sat on the bottom step of the stairs.
“It is alright Chrissy, I am not worried if you have accidents”. Chris tried to continue but she shushed him gently”
“I have also packed his binkies because he will not settle at bedtime without one. He is very embarrassed that he still needs his dummy but if you look in his own bag I am sure you will find that he has hidden one away just in case”.
Chris was incandescent and again Victoria hugged him tightly to her breast as she used her other hand to open his smaller case with his new iPad and laptop inside. She opened up a zipper pouch containing the chargers and nestling in amongst the wires was a large pink dummy. Chris was rendered speechless and mortified as Victoria eased the do-di between his lips. “There that’s a lot better isn’t it Chrissy, now you leave that in while your new Mummy reads the letter.
Chris was horrified to notice that he was starting to suc-k on the dummy. It was a reflex that he would have expected to have disappeared after so many years.
The letter continued…
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Ohhhhh what is Chris's real mum up to?
Great start and I look forward to more.
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Me Likey!
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Chapter 3
Chris pulled himself together and spat out the dummy. “This is crazy” he shouted “I do NOT wet my bed, I do NOT wear a nappy to bed, and I certainly do NOT suc-k on a dummy ever”. Victoria smiled sweetly at him, picket up the dummy and pushed it back to his lips. Chris wriggled and twisted with his mouth clenched firmly shut, but Victoria persisted.
“Chrissy sweetheart” she said gently “suc-k this do-di like a good boy or else we are going to get off to a very bad start”. She hugged him so tightly that he thought he was going to be smothered, in the brief moment he drew a breath the dummy found its way back in to his mouth. The teat filled his mouth completely and almost at once he started suc-kling and the dummy began to bob back and forth in rhythm to his deep sobs.
Victoria picked up the letter and continued reading
“Sadly. Timmy’s problems with his bladder sometimes means that he has little tinkles in his pants especially when he is under stress, so I have packed some little training panties to protect his trousers. I have also taken the liberty of buying some nappy pants that have extra outer plastic protection, because this is a very stressful time for him and he might wet too much for his nappy pants to cope”.
By this time Timmy was sobbing so much that the tears were pouring down his cheeks and soaking in to Victoria’s blouse and in to the lacy bra she wore beneath. He could not understand why his mother was being so cruel to him.
“I have packed his tablets, there are three of them, they are special vitamins and supplements to help him grow up big and strong. He should take them at lunchtime and just before his bedtime”.
“But I never take tablets” whined Chris whose speech was severely distorted by the large soother in his mouth. The spluttering caused a thin line of drool to run down his chin and join the tears that had started to dampen the neck of his t-shirt.
“Sometimes if he is really stressed I let him have his baby bottle with some warmed milk or juice to help him settle more quickly. I think he will be a very upset little boy for the next few days so hope you will indulge him in his needs”.
Victoria herself was looking a bit saddened by this time and as Chris looked up at her he could see that she was starting to have tears in her eyes as well. He felt totally betrayed and cuddled in to her and returned her hugs.
“You will also find a selection of bibs which he should wear at meal times and whenever he is suc-king his dummy or baby bottle because he never fails to dribble and the use of these traditional babyish items seem to protect his clothes. I have also included some plastic backed ones if he is drooling particularly badly.
I do not physically punish Chrissy, but there are times when he is unruly and I normally put him in his baby dress to bring hm down a peg. You will also find his mittens and booties that help reinforce his state of babiness. You keep this up until he is a contrite well-behaved boy again. In order to support his infantile punishment, I have (at great cost I must say) had a plastic potty fabricated which will cut down on him messing up your toilet and sprinkling all over the toilet seat.
He is now getting to the age where he is starting to masturbate in his bed at night-time and I have enclosed the solution to this problem which is the CB3000 mini that should fit him just fine. He has never worn this type of device before but maybe now is the time to rein in this nasty habit.”
“You poor darling” said Victoria “your new Mummy is going to take very good care of you”. Chris suc-ked quietly on his dummy enjoying the warmth and comfort of his new mother. It was unreal, none of the lies told about him rang true and the letter was a complete fabrication, however, this new feeling of total undivided attention was a new and not unpleasant experience. The huge fears he had brought with him through the front door were quickly evaporating, Victoria seemed very kind and loving. He wondered whether it would be such a bad thing to go along with the charade and see how things developed.
“Finally, I have packed his rubber sheet to protect your mattress just in case his nappies leak. In the other case I have packed his clothes.
I am sorry you have been lumbered with all this but you wanted John and you are welcome to him. Please love and cherish Chrissie.
Jane”
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Oh my gosh! 2 thumbs up, and 2 big toe up, (cause I only have 2 thumbs)! This is a new approach to starting a story, and it was a surprise. Please continue to write. :D
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Chapter 4
They struggled upstairs to his new room. The first case was full of things Chris had never seen before. Two brand new packets of a dozen terry towelling nappies packed in cellophane packets that declared “for older children”.
Victoria opened one packet and shook out the nappies that were packed in pairs, they were very thick and quite a lot larger than the nappies he had seen his mother use on his sisters. They would easily fit him he thought.
“I shall put these in the wash straight away” announced Victoria throwing the newly opened squares onto his bed, “I should just have time to dry them and have them ready beautifully soft and fluffy for tonight”. Chrissy had had the stuffing knocked out of him by the fast-changing events and looked on shell-shocked.
“Plastic panties” she announced as she pulled out one pair after another of translucent protective pants. She then started to pull out pairs of pink plastic pants with frilly lace around the leg openings and waist. The she came upon pairs of panties in pale feminine colours of pink and yellow that had a nylon covering and row after row of large frills across the bottoms. “Rhumba panties” she exclaimed “they are so sweet!”
Chris suc-ked heavily on his dummy to the extent that he spluttered and dribbled heavily, his dummy bobbing in and out rapidly as the neck of his t-shirt became very wet.
The case continued to reveal new items and the next layer was a set of oblong padded white terry towelling squares. “Booster nappy pads” informed Victoria “I had better wash those as well”.
“Oh look at these” she said pulling up a bundle of coloured terry squares printed with cartoon characters and trailing lengths of ribbon “these are your bibs sweetheart. Let’s put one on you before you ruin your shirt shall we?” Chris looked horrified and renewed his spluttering behind his soother. Victoria shook out a white bib with a pink binding that had a teddy in a nappy appliqued in one corner. The words My Little Baby were embroidered in pink in large letters in the centre. She reached behind his neck and tied the ribbons in a large bow, then smoothed it flat down to his midriff. “That is so pretty on you” she gushed.
The next layer revealed about six pairs of girly panties with pictures of Cinderella and fairies and other very childish motifs illustrating their surface. They were made of terry towelling and seemed to have extra layers sown in to the front and rear to soak up any childish accidents.
The next layer was of another six pairs of panties but these were plastic pants into which had been sown thick terry towelling pants. These were for the seriously incontinent older child who could not avoid wetting themselves. Chris shook his head in denial and fear as more of his dribbling made it on to his new bib.
The next layer was a big oblong of red rubber sheeting “I must put this on your bed straight away” she said out loud.
The next layer left him shocked as Victoria took out beautifully knitted booties, some soft knitted bonnets with ribbons, lace and roses and a pile of knitted mittens in pink, white and yellow. “These are so soft” she explained as she caressed the soft baby wool “you will be as snug as a bug tonight”.
At the very bottom she found four large baby bottles with very large teats, bottles of capsules with instructions on their use and dosage, all carefully packed inside a giant pink plastic potty decorated with cartoon characters. Finally, in a separate box was a plastic contraption that Chris could not recognise but it looked like some sort of kit with rings, tubes and other parts. Victoria offered no explanation but clearly was trying to stifle a giggle. In a plastic bag were six dummies in different colours all with large teats that would be suitable for the biggest of users. His mother had left out nothing and soon there was a range of nappy cream, baby lotion and baby talc to add to his treasures.
“Right then” she announced “let’s get those trousers off and make sure that these panties fit you alright”. Chris froze and shook his head. “Come on Chrissy” she demanded unbuckling his trousers and sliding them to the floor to reveal his underwear. He struggled as she started to pull off his pants. Eventually he toppled on to his bed and landed on the rubber sheet, Victoria pulled off his shoes and removed his clothes in one pull. “On the cruise ships I started off my training in the creche” she explained “you have nothing that I have not seen before”.
She picked up a pair of the towelling training pants decorated with the Little Mermaid and pulled them up his legs. Chris thought that his mother must have had them made especially for him as they fit perfectly. The thick towelling that ran from the front to the back of the pants made them bulge out in those areas. The soft spongy fatness felt warm and comfortable.
“You look so cute” she said patting his bottom “let’s go downstairs and get these nappies in the wash while the sun is still out”. Chris went to retrieve his shoes and trousers. “you don’t need those” she said and offered him the pink fluffy slippers she had found in the case. They were very babyish, very pink and looked like little pixie boots. He was very depressed.
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Chapter 5
The washing machine had finished and Chris helped Victoria carry the nappies out of the utility room into the garden. He stood there holding the laundry basket as she pinned the nappies out in a long line down the garden. One after another the nappies were pinned in tandem until there were 24 gleaming white nappies fluttering in the sunshine. Chris looked to his left and then to his right hoping that neither of Victoria’s neighbours would come out to see the humiliating sight. The dozen booster pads completely filled up the remaining space on the line and Chris was almost hoping that the line would snap so they could dry them in her tumble dryer.
Luck was not on his side and a pretty young woman came out with her washing basket and started to hand out her own washing. She spotted her neighbour “Hello Vicky! How are you? What is all this? Are those nappies you are drying?” she asked
“Hello Anne” she replied happy to see her friend “yes this is John’s boy who has come to live with us. John is doing a world for the next few months so Chrissy has moved in to keep me company. Unfortunately, Chrissy has been a bit traumatised by the breakup of his Mum and Dad and has developed a bit of a problem so we are taking some sensible precautions.”
Anne started to hang up her own nappies and it was quite clear that his nappies were a great deal larger. “That explains the larger size” she laughed “but he is a bit too old to have a dummy isn’t he?” she whispered “and does he really have to wear a bib?”. She pinned up a few more nappies then started to shake out some plastic pants and open them out so the air could dry the insides.
“Well, it is a bit odd I must admit, but I have never had children so I am quite new at all this” she said back quietly “his mother left very clear instructions on what I had to do” she added. “I had some disturbed children on the cruise ships in my time and they wore nappies at night and some during the day as well but never had one use a dummy during the day although they did have a bib at meal times”.
Chris was mortified, he was so mixed up at the turn of events that he had not bothered to spit out his soother. The whole day was unfolding like a bad dream and half of him hoped that it was a nightmare and not real time. Now he was so embarrassed that he could feel a dreadful urge to go to the toilet and his bladder began to scream for relief.
Anne started to hang out the bibs of her baby, Chris thought she must have a girl because all the trims were pink then he looked down at his own bib and realised that his logic might be flawed since his own protection was trimmed in pink.
“Mummy!” he said with more than a little hint of desperation “I need to go to the toilet”
Anne looked surprised at his somewhat childish title for her. She thought about making a comment then decided that it was better not to. Her friend clearly had quite a disturbed new son to look after and needed her support. Her daughter was a demanding toddler and slow to potty train but she knew a potential leak when she saw one. “You should show Chrissy the toilet Vicky, I think he is in need! I’ll catch up later.” She gave a cheery wave and went back indoors.
Victoria flapped her arms to shoo Chris inside, then rushed upstairs to recover his potty. Chris stood at the bottom of the stairs looking bewildered, he had no idea where the toilets were in the house and now he was in crisis. A small spurt of pee escaped him and dampened his training pants, Vicky appeared at the top of the stairs brandishing the new potty.
“Well come on then slowcoach” she encouraged him as Chris let another involuntary spurt of wee into his new toddler pants. He wet them enough for him to see a circle of darkened fabric appear at the front. He rushed up stairs and Vicky put the potty on the flor for him. He dithered about wondering how he could stand up and hit the pot with his training pants around his ankles. “You will have to sit on your potty silly boy” laughed Victoria kindly.
Chris sat down and was amazed at how well he fit the potty, with the big splash guard at the front directing his flow. Victoria pulled the pants off his feet and could not help but notice that the infantile protection had served its purpose and successfully caught his accident which was reflected in the yellow stain that had spread across the towelling panel inside.
She came back with some toilet tissue and told him to stand up carefully and then dry himself properly. She threw the tissue in the potty and went to empty it taking the wet pants with her. Chris stood nervously with his hands in front of his privates while he tried to preserve his modesty. Victoria made a note that she would have to either buy a nappy bucket or donate one of her kitchen buckets to the task. She decided she would buy one because it would need a lid.
On her way back, she went into Chris’s bedroom and took another pair of training pants from the pile. “Jump into these Chrissy” she said “and it is no good saying you do not need them because you almost soaked your last pair you little scallywag”. She took hold of the ring on his dummy and gave it a small wiggle.
Chris was unable to say anything and continued to suc-k on his dummy.
The afternoon continued with the unpacking of the second large case which contained his clothes. Victoria unzipped the case and gasped when the lid was swung back. A confection of pink spilled out from the release of the lid, and the first dress was a pink gingham creation with tiny puff sleeves, a high waist line and lace around the collar, arms and skirt. It was a baby dress made in his size. It came with plastic lined panties in the same pink gingham and covered in more of the lace. Underneath this horrendous garment was another of similar design but this time in a primrose yellow.
There were onesies in all shades of pink and cream, footed sleepers, another baby dress in red checks and matching panties. There were girly t-shirts and stretch terry cloth shorts again in pastel colours. There was a school blazer with grey shorts, long socks, a cap and a pair of brown Clark’s Startrite sandals. The more Victoria unpacked, the more Chris realised that none of his regular clothes had made it to the case.
The best he could hope for was simple t-shirts some with collars, some without, track bottoms made without a fly and of stretchy soft fabric. There were two pairs of dungarees that buttoned up at the side with pockets on the slew with childish cartoon characters sewn on the front. The worst part of their construction was the presence of snap fasteners along the crutch to facilitate a fast change.
All the socks were ankle length and trimmed with a lacy ruffle around the tops. The shoes were made of patent leather and had a strap that ran across the top of the foot.
“Oh Chrissy!” giggled Victoria “your mummy has really done you proud darling”.
Chris spat out the dummy which he had been suc-king for more than an hour. He tugged at the bib in an attempt to remove it and turned the neatly tied bow in to a knot. “This is NOT my stuff Mummy. I have never seen let alone worn any of these things ever before”. He picked up the pink baby dress. “Look this is brand new, it has never been worn and it still has the price tag on it”. Together they looked at the price tag and both blanched at the cost, it had cost a fortune, likewise the yellow outfit. He went to pick up his trousers but Victoria took them away from him.
“Try on the t-shirt and shorts Chrissy” she said holding open a pair of yellow shorts. He looked cross but complied with her request. She pulled them up his legs and settled them over his puffy training pants. She took off his t-shirt which was quite damp from his dummy suc-king and replaced it with on of the new ones from the case. It was very soft and fit him perfectly just resting on the waistband of the shorts, allowing a little part of the terry pants to peak out between. She pointed to the small duckling embroidered on his chest. “That is so cute” she exclaimed.
He looked at himself in the full-length mirror that was in his room. He looked like a toddler with his little shorts barely covering his nappy pants and the t-shirt and its babyish character barely reaching the top of his shorts. As he was trying to absorb the disturbing image, Victoria was working at the knot he had made in the ties to his bib and eventually untied it.
“Thank you” he said glad to be relieved of the damp terry cloth that has been around his neck and chin. “No, please, no please Mummy, no, not another bib, I don’t want to wear a bib. Please. Please” he pleaded in vain as Victoria had found a yellow bib with an almost identical little duck motif and was tying it around his neck. In a trice she had opened up the bag of dummies and found a yellow one which she plopped in his mouth.
“No” he spluttered “don’t want a dummy, please!” but the words came out almost totally garbled and he sounded just like the perfect toddler standing before him in the mirror and like all young people he started to cry.
“You are a cry baby aren’t you Chrissy?” said Victoria who was beginning to be fed up with the weak-willed boy who stood before her grizzling. “Look, these are the best clothes you have, well at least the least childish, so man up a bit sweetheart and pull yourself together”. She gave him a hug and started to put his things away in the draws and cupboards.
Chris unpacked his small case and put away his things in a small chest of drawers on the other side of his bedroom. He watched as Victoria pulled back his bed linens and fitted the rubber sheet over the mattress. “I know this is not necessary” she told him “and if you have a couple of weeks without wetting your bed then it can be taken off. Is that okay?”
He nodded his head as he continued to unpack his bag. His mother has slipped another dummy in to another pocket and to his dismay he found nappy pins with pink safety covers and a reel of nappy liners. Victoria looked over and relieved him of his discoveries.
Victoria went downstairs as Chris was setting up the charger for his iPad, she returned later with a huge pile of soft fluffy nappies which she stacked on top of the long, fitted dresser. She then started to make a stack of his plain plastic pants which she left next to the nappies while she stored the fancy pants in the drawers. Booster pads were left next to the nappies.
Eventually everything was in place and Victoria completed the perfect nursery by bringing up the bucket with his soiled training pants in soak. “I will need to get some Napisan” she told him “but in the meantime I have put your training panties in soak with some detergent and Dettol”.
Chris stood in silence wondering what on earth he could possible do to extricate himself from this awful mess.
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Oh my! Wonderful tale my dear. Absolutely loving it.
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Chapter 6
Chris and Victoria spent the afternoon talking about each other and swapping stories, although he was allowed to take out his dummy she left the bib in place. They went in to the kitchen and he helped her prepping vegetables and learning where everything lived so he could lay the table. They had a simple but enjoyable dinner of pork chops and all the trimmings. He noticed a clear plastic tank filled with his dummies and bottles by the side of the sink. Victoria noticed him looking “I went and asked Anne what I should do with your things and she kindly gave me some sterilant and this spare unit she did not want”.
“I don’t want to use a baby bottle Mummy and I don’t want to suc-k on a dummy. I do not want to wear nappies at night-time either” he begged as he dried up the plate she had taken from the washing bowl.
“I am only doing what your mother told me to do” explained Victoria “so you will do as you are told or I will have to punish you as she said in her letter. Now I will not hear any more of you because you are going to bed and that is that”. She was not unkind, she did not raise her voice, she told him the way things would be.
She picked up his dummy and noticed that his new bib had been quite a wise precaution because he had dropped some of his dinner and messed it up. “Just as well you were wearing your bib” she said showing him the stains “it certainly kept your new clothes clean”.
She took him upstairs and ran him a hot bath, while Chris protested that it was only seven o’clock and he normally went to bed at ten. Victoria carried on patiently and much to his embarrassment Chris was scrubbed from head to toe. In his bedroom he saw that she had spread a large quilt on the top of the dresser with a bath towel on top of that. She had made him a changing mat. She dried him off and wrapped him in a huge fluffy towel. “Hop up” she commanded. Chris faltered but a quick look at her stern expression let him know that he had to do as he was told.
She unwrapped the lower half of him and sprayed him with a foam which she then set about removing with a safety razor. “I was talking to Anne and she warned me of the dangers of nappy rash” she explained gently negotiating her way around his ‘bits and pieces’. “Turn over” she demanded working on the whole of his nappy area. “There we are, now I can clean you up spick and span and ready for whatever you do in your nappy even if you do a pooh”.
“I will not do anything in a nappy” exploded Chris “I have not wet my bed let alone soiled myself for 12 years”
“You wet yourself today in your training pants didn’t you Chrissy?” reminded Victoria. “Now hold on to these while I put your nappy on” she instructed while putting a pair of plastic pants in his hands.
Chris had no answer and did as he was told as she applied a thick layer of zinc and castor oil cream followed by a heavy dusting of baby powder. She then folded one of the large nappies into a kite shape and slipped it under his bottom, slipping one of the large booster pads on the top. Reaching between his legs she pulled the nappy between his legs and fastened each side with a pink nappy pin. She stood back to admire her handiwork. “Not bad for a first time” she said with a smile as Chris clutched the plastic pants to his chest.
“Now on with your protective plastic panties and then you can wet away all night with no fear of a wet bed” she talked as she fitted the voluminous panties over his thick nappy. Chris could feel the tears welling up in his eyes again. “Oh! Oh! Here come the waterworks again” she said slipping a new pink dummy in his mouth. Chris wanted to speak out but he knew that the large plate on the dummy that covered his lips and the size of the teat in his mouth made words almost impossible to understand, so he did what he did best and cried.
She sat him up on the unit and fitted a soft pink garment over his head with little rabbits and dummies printed all over the fabric, she shoved his hands through the arm holes then pulling it all the way down she had him lie down and fitted his legs. Finally, she worked her way up his legs and around his crotch closing the poppers until he was encased in his footed sleeper.
Once again, she sat him up and tied on a pink and white bib that was trimmed in lace.
He was helped off the changing table and looked in the mirror. Staring back over a huge dummy and wearing a large frilly bib was a big toddler with a huge bulging nappy in the most babyish nightwear you could ever have imagined.
“Right” said Victoria “time to take your vitamins and have your beddy time drink” she said taking hold of Chris’s hand that was completely covered by his sleepsuit. “You have been so good that I am going to let you stay up and watch a film with me. Would you like that?” Chris nodded his head so enthusiastically that the handle of his dummy rattled against the face plate. She placed Chris on the sofa and covered him with a large cuddly blanket that reminded him of a comfort blanket that his younger sister Jackie used to have.
She returned with his three vitamins, but neither of them could guess their true function. One was a sleeping tablet, the second was a diuretic and the third was a muscle relaxant. Chris swallowed them trustingly and then washed them down with a small glass of water. Ten minutes later Victoria returned with a baby’s bottle of warm milk and turning on the Harry Potter film she sat down and drew Chris in to her breast, removed his dummy and replaced it with the teat of the feeding bottle. He looked up at her lovingly and was amazed that the teat on the bottle was a similar size to his dummy. He suc-ked on the bottle and was rewarded with a squirt of milk, in no time he was suc-king proficiently on his bottle like a seasoned two-year-old. His eyes slowly drooped as he approached the end of his feed and Victoria had to wiggle the teat in his mouth and pat his nappied bottom to encourage him to wake enough to finish everything off. A gurgling sound followed by the slurping of an empty bottle showed that he had finished. Gently she removed his bottle and replaced it with his dummy which he started to nurse immediately.
The film had barely started and Chris was out like a light, in order to help him sleep Victoria had put a little something in his bottle. She did not know about his vitamins! Chris struggled to waken and only just managed to stand up from the couch with Victoria’s support.
“Need go poffy” he struggled to say “got to go wee wee”. Those were the last words he managed to say before morphia overtook him and as Victoria lay him down in his bed she could not resist the temptation to touch the front of his nappy. The warmth and squidgy nature of what she could feel told her that Chris had wet his nappy and was totally oblivious of his action.
Victoria felt a warmness and wetness in herself and realised that this whole scene of domination was turning her on in ways she could never have imagined. She picked up the dummy that Chris had been suc-king earlier in the day and instead of taking it downstairs to be sterilised she put it down in the front of her panties and rubbed herself with it in places that made her tingle with delight. In minutes she was gasping in the throws of an enormous orgasm that seemed to run from peak to peak.
She was dripping with perspiration by the time she had finished and she pulled her hand out from pleasuring herself. She looked down at Chris with his legs akimbo and the large bulge of his soaking nappy. His dummy was bobbing in and out as he slept and once in a while there was a little slurping sound and a rivulet of dribble ran down on to his bib. She pulled the duvet over him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. She tingled at the thought of how much power she wielded over him.
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Chapter 7
It was almost nine o’clock when Chris awoke the next morning, the double dose of sleeping medication had knocked him out and he found it hard to rouse himself from his slumbers. He realised that he had not only wet his nappy but that his nocturnal wetting had vastly exceeded the capacity of even the thirstiest of terry cloth and had leaked out all over his sleeper and bedding. He felt very uncomfortable and very smelly.
Victoria noticed his discomfort and was quick to reassure him that all was well. She set about undressing him and Chris started to fret. She looked on the bed and retrieved his dummy from by the pillow. Chris looked at her with tearful eyes and she gently pressed the dummy to his lips. He took the offered teat without any fuss and immediately started to nurse it. It seemed to bring him a sense of calm and certainly he was far more compliant in helping her to undress him. He was eventually stripped of his wet sleeper and his nappy was clearly yellowed and sodden beneath the clear protection of his plastic pants. He put his arms up behind his head in true toddler style and lifted his bottom to allow Victoria to peel off his pants, she undid the pins to his nappy and again he lifted his bottom without prompting and she slipped the soggy mass out from under him and plopped it in the temporary nappy bucket. She looked at his bald nether regions and thought that his equipment would never satisfy a woman and was best suited to wetting in his nappy. Once again, she felt that stirring in herself.
She helped Chris off the bed and into the bathroom where his giant potty was sitting on the floor. “Try and go in your potty” she said “I think you need to have a bath sweetheart and then you can help mummy do the laundry”.
Chris sat on the potty and felt extremely infantile and stupid, but what could he say, he had already wet his bed and soaked all his lovely clean bed linen. Add to that he was suc-king on a dummy. so sitting on a potty seemed perfectly logical. It was only a few moments and Chris felt the need to push, but with his legs stretched out in front of him it was proving quite difficult and he had to push quite hard to relieve himself. Victoria glanced down at Chris, his face going red from his exertions, he looked every bit the toddler sitting on his potty.
She cleaned him up and dealt with his potty, she was surprised at how well she coped with the whole scenario. In no time at all Chris had been scrubbed from head to toe and was sweet smelling with his long hair shiny and clean.
They went back into the bedroom and she told Chris to face her and put his hands on her shoulders while he stepped in to his fairy training pants. She snuggled them in to place then told him to lift up his arms while she fitted him in to his pink fleecy top, Finally, she had him step in to his matching track suit bottoms. They were just tight enough to show that he had more than regular panties on because there was a distinct bulge.
Damn there was that tingle again she thought mischievously.
She cooked him breakfast and he helped her load the washing machine after he had carried down his nappy bucket. They hung out his nappy and plastic pants along with his clean bedding. Chris was starting to whine about it being women’s work, so she plugged his mouth with his dummy to get some peace and quiet.
She decided to go out and get some necessary supplies. He had soaked his duvet and she had decided that some baby style blankets might make more sense as would flannelette sheets in case he sprung a leak again. She also needed a couple of nappy buckets with proper lids and some sterilising/cleanser for his nappies. Maybe a few night time thickness nappies might also be useful.
Victoria told Chris that if he was well-behaved then she would not make him suc-k his dummy in public but she would have it with her in her handbag just in case. Chris continued to moan about his girly clothes and Victoria told him that he looked wonderful. She put on his anorak which was bright pink with big buttons to fasten it. It had a little pixy hood that was trimmed in white faux fur and looked perfect for a toddler but was a bit extreme for a 15-year-old boy.
She sat him in the back seat of her car and made sure his seat belt was properly attached. Fed up with his continued moaning she put his dummy back in and he noticed that she had attached a length of ribbon to it which she attached to his top with a nappy pin, and just to make him really cross she tied a bright pink dribble bib around his neck that declared he was “Mummy’s Baby”.
As soon as she pulled off the drive he tucked the bib inside his little coat and tucked his dummy inside as well. Victoria watched him in the rear-view mirror but decided to say nothing.
They went around the shops picking up all the supplies and Chris tagged along trying to look as small and inconspicuous as an overgrown toddler could. The training pants with the thick terry towel padding were a constant reminder of his status. He realised that he would soon need to go to the toilet as his bladder was beginning to complain.
“Mummy” he said in a small voice “I need to go to the toilet”. He placed a hand on the front of his pants and started to do what every mother would recognise as the start of a potty dance. Victoria looked at him with genuine concern.
“We are almost finished sweetheart, just one more stop and then we are going home”
“But I am desperate” he pleaded
“Chrissy, our last stop is in the middle of nowhere, I just have to pop in to the bank to get some money and banks do not have toilets. Why didn’t you ask me earlier?” Chris let out a little moan and clutched his crotch. His dance was now very energetic. “I know” she said enthusiastically “Let’s put one of the new night time nappies inside your training pants so that if you have an accident it will all be soaked up, we know after yesterday that they are only good for coping with little accidents”.
They rushed back to the car and she ripped open the packet pulling out a huge terry nappy that she folded in to a square. She opened up his anorak and pulled up his top so she could stuff the nappy down the front of his pants. “Perfect” she said “it does not matter if you have an accident now as your training pants plus this nappy will easily absorb all your wee wees and should not leak through to your pants”.
Chris was far from happy to go in the bank with his new mummy because the bulge in his pants was huge and there was no doubt at all that he was heavily protected. All eyes were on him as they approached the counter and Chris clenched back to stop the small trickle but gave up as a second wave flooded out of him. The emergency remedy worked perfectly and saved him from the embarrassment of his training pants from failing.
The first thing they did when they got back home was to go upstairs and remove the wet nappy and training pants. Chris was then made to sit on his potty to do his tinkles but he had let everything go in his nappy and there was nothing left in him. Victoria looked a bit perplexed and looked at the regular training pants she held in one hand and then at the plastic lined terry pants she held in the other. “No not the baby pants mummy” he cried “I promise I will keep them dry please let me wear my training pants like I had on earlier”. Victoria smiled at him sweetly as he at last acknowledged that they were his panties and he did have to wear them. She held open the regular training panties and helped him to step into them.
As the day before Victoria put all the new nappies and the training pants into the washing machine to give them a good wash. She added only a small amount of conditioner because her neighbour Anne had said that it was not that necessary in a soft water area like theirs and besides it tended to make them less absorbent.
She took Chris out with her to hang out the latest wash and once again Anne was out to bring in her own wash of half a dozen nappies and a few pairs of plastic pants. On her hip was a little girl dressed in a very sweet pink dress that did nothing to hide her plump nappies encased in a pair of transparent plastic pants.
“Hello Anne, Hello Sophie!” called Victoria “and how are you pumpkin?” she directed her question to the baby.
Sophie started to cry and Anne reached in to her apron and retrieved a pink dummy that the toddler accepted readily. “She is a bit fractious today, I have been trying to catch up on some paperwork and she felt neglected” laughed Anne.
“Why don’t you come in for tea?” suggested Victoria “Chrissy and Sophie can play together while we have a chat”.
“MMMfff!” spluttered Chris around his dummy “I’m far too big to pway wif babies” he exclaimed forgetting that he was standing in a pair of training pants decorated with clowns and fairies, suc-king a large dummy and sporting a huge bib that proclaimed he was “Mummy’s Baby”.
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8) Antonia what a great story I just love it more please Kevin ??? ;)
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Chapter 8
Victoria spent a good hour on the computer while Chris sat in front of the television watching the Harry Potter film he had missed the night before. She found herself giggling at all the things that could be purchased for ‘adult babies’ and soon got carried away with lots of new things for her new charge.
Shortly after she had logged off, Anne and Sophie came in from next door. Sophie and Chris sat on a large highly coloured quilted play mat that Anne had brought with her and she emptied a large box of giant Duplo and other plastic toys in between them. The two women talked about babies and feeding them, they discussed the various nappy folds and eventually were experimenting using one of Chris’s nappies on the dining room table.
Chris and Sophie both suc-ked on their dummies intently as Chris tried to teach Sophie how to join the bricks together and make a tower. The two women went in to the kitchen to make tea and came back with a mini picnic for the two playing on the mat. Victoria had made little sandwiches and put them on the little plastic tea set that Anne had also brought with her. They pretended to pour tea from the little plastic tea pot and made exaggerated slurping sound as they pretended to drink it. Chris’s dummy dangled on the end of the ribbon and rattled against the small tea set pieces. After a few minutes Anne appeared with a drink of Ribena in two baby bottles, one with a large teat for Chris and the other a regular size for Sophie.
Chris looked as if he was about to kick off, but Anne was quick to jump in. “No, I am very sorry, but this blackcurrant juice really stains and I do not want you both spoiling the new play mat, so bottles are mandatory for you both”. They both picked up their bottles and started to suc-k, Sophie drained her bottle at a speed that amazed Chris, she was like a little vacuum cleaner and the level in her bottle fell quickly. He suc-ked as hard as he could and soon had improved his technique as a result of watching the younger child.
“It looks like Sophie has taught Chrissy something useful as well” she laughed,
Victoria started off giggling and soon both the women were roaring with laughter.
Chris was far from amused and plotted a revenge. The sandwiches and biscuits were all finished, the juice had gone as well, what could he do to leave his mark on the precious new play mat? His bladder had been slowly filling since his return and was now beginning to call for attention. He could see that Sophie had already wet her nappy because he could see the yellow wetness through her baby pants. His potty stood on the floor in the corner and he had absolutely no intention of giving Anne the enjoyment of his humiliation in seeing him use it, so he made an audacious plan, he would go in his training pants and leak all over the mat.
He was amazed at how easy it was to just let go and in no time at all he was wetting his pants at full pressure, the wetness made its way down between his legs and soon was flowing out of him and he could see a stream of wetness pool out beneath him and snake its way over to Sophie slowly soaking in as it went.
“Ooooh!” shouted out Sophie “me wet”.
Anne jumped up and lifted up her daughter to inspect her nappy, she saw that it was wet but not soaked enough to leak out. She ran her hands over the plastic covering and around the legs looking for leaks but found none. She looked down at Chris and spreading out from him was a wet patch of cooling pee.
“Oh Chris, how could you? You have wet yourself - you great big baby”.
Victoria was embarrassed to the extreme and rushed over with the nappy they had been folding to see if she could mop up the mess but the last of his eliminations had already soaked in to the fabric and mopping the surface with the nappy they had been practicing with was not going to remedy the problem. She stood him up as the over-saturated training panties leaked and pee continued to run down his leg.
Chris grinned at the success of his plan.
“So you think this is funny do you?” demanded Victoria. She stormed upstairs and returned with two of his nappies, a couple of booster pads and a huge pair of his plastic pants. In no time at all she had him stripped naked and was pinning him firmly into his nappies, finally pulling up the pants over the fluffy white cloth. She then went upstairs again and this time came down with his pink baby dress and all the trimmings. “Now we will see what is funny” she shouted.
In no time at all Chris was sat on the floor with his pink booties on his feet, dummied, bibbed and his hands enclosed in thick mittens which to his horror were stiffened inside to prevent him from using his hands. His baby dress made him look the perfect adorable toddler with his huge nappies bulging out beneath. Victoria finished off the effect by putting on a pink woollen sleep bonnet embroidered and decorated with lace and ribbon that she tied beneath his chin.
Sophie giggled and laughed at him, Anne who had been horrified at the turn of event now rejoiced in his punishment.
“Mummy Jane said that if you were naughty then baby punishment was the way I had to deal with it. Much against my better judgement I am not going to smack you, but you will be a baby for the next three days and that is a promise. Do not ask for your potty because you will now do everything in your nappy. I have not used any cream on you and I have no doubt that you will soon have a very bad case of nappy rash.” Victoria explained.
“From now on that dummy stays in unless I take it out” she told hm “and from now on you will do everything in your nappies. As you are a baby you will not tell me when you have wet or soiled your nappy because babies do not do that. They wait for their mummies to check them. Is that understood?”
Chris was so shocked that he was shaking but worse was to come. All the fear in him and resulted in a need to soil his nappy. “Sowwy Mummy, I’m so sowwy Mummy, sowwy Anne. I need my poffy” he spluttered past his dummy “I got to go poo poo” he wailed.
“I just told you that babies use their nappies and as you are a baby you will do exactly as you are told”.
He rose to his knees as a large log of poo forced its way out of him and threatened to go in his nappy. He looked beseechingly at Victoria who watched with interest as his face grew redder and redder with the effort of holding himself back, but the forces were far too great and the pain too much for him to bear. He suc-ked hard on his dummy and then grunted as he tried to force himself to push it out past the restraints of his tightly pinned nappy. Slowly he felt the fabric yield and the stinking mess slipped out of him. The relief made him smile behind his dummy, but the relief was quickly lost when Victoria put her hand on his bottom and patted it so hard that it all mashed into him. “I done a poo poo in my nappy mummy” he wailed.
Victoria raised her eyebrows “What did I just tell you? You do NOT let me know anything about your nappy because Mummy will find out for herself. Baby Sophie wet herself while she was playing and you did not hear her asking her mummy for a change did you?” Anne looked on approvingly
He did not want to sit down again but Victoria had already done the damage. As he sat down on the wet mat he could feel what seemed like two bananas force themselves around in the small confines of the nappy to spread across his bottom and between his legs. He had expected the smell to be horrific but the plastic pants seemed to contain everything.
Anne and Sophie had to leave and Chris was made to sit on his own on a plastic sheet in the middle of the lounge. He heard Victoria offer to have the mat professionally cleaned but Anne said that it was alright. She invited her and Chris back for morning coffee in a couple of days.
Victoria was cross with Chris but his babification and making him wear the baby dress had given her back the naughty tingle again. Chris was soon having his night time bottle and vitamins and was sent to bed without tea and without being changed in to a clean nappy. He was changed into his sleeper and grimaced as his filthy nappy was mashed about him as he was manipulated into his nightwear. In no time at all he succ-umbed to the sleeping medication and fell asleep suc-king on his comforting do-di.
He never awoke when he wet his nappy during the night and did not stir when he wet again as day was breaking. The nappy did not leak at all but a horrible smell had certainly started to permeate out of him. He noticed that the slightest movement was painful and all of his nappy region felt sore and inflamed. He shuddered to think what it must look like inside his towelling prison.
Victoria came in shortly before ten o’clock and seemed cheerful and bright. She appeared not to be cross with Chris and tackled the filthy nappy with the confidence of a mother who had reared a dozen babies. She sluiced out the dirty nappies and put them in his new nappy bucket. She examined the plastic pants and wondered whether the yellow staining was going to wash out.
She decided to try out one of the new night time nappies to see if they would fit him properly and was delighted at the thickness and substantial protection that a single nappy would provide. To avoid messing up another nappy and to make cleaning him up easier she fitted a large nappy liner as Anne had recommended earlier. She noticed the start of large patches of redness across much of his bottom, but decided that she would complete the punishment by not protecting him with creams. She pinned up his thick fluffy nappy pulled up some pink plastic panties with ruffles around the openings and put him in the pink dress he had worn the afternoon before. She put on his mittens and booties, tied a bib round his neck and plugged in his dummy. Her baby was ready.
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All these great stories are inspiring me! ...only one story in my head is a girl one :(
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Chapter 9
Chris was sitting at the table as Victoria spooned in his cereal, she was feeding him at such a fast pace that a lot of the breakfast was smeared over his face and had dripped off on to his bib. His hands in their mittens meant that handling a slippery spoon was impossible for him.
He sat there on his chair covered in breakfast as Victoria prepared his bottle which she then placed in front of him.
The phone rang “Hello Jane” she said quite chirpily, she listened for a bit “Chrissy is settling in very well indeed, do you want to talk to him, he has just finished his breakfast” she passed the phone to Chris who struggled to hold it between his mittened hands “don’t be a silly billy Chrissy take out you do-di”.
He spat out his dummy and it clattered on to the table. “Hello Mummy” he croaked as he started to tear up”
“Hello darling, how are you? Did I hear mummy Victoria tell you to take out your dummy?”
“Yes, I am fine, I have to suc-k my dummy when I have been talking too much, Mummy I have to tell you that I wet my bed” he confessed
“Don’t worry sweetheart, Jackie wet her bed as well” she lied “did your wear the nappies I sent you?”
“Yes, Mummy Victoria made me wear a nappy and plastic panties to bed.”
“So you didn’t wet your bed then did you, you were such a good boy to go in your nappy”
“but it leaked mummy”
“That wasn’t you fault was it? I expect Mummy Victoria was very sorry that she didn’t protect you properly. Was she cross with you when you wet your nappy and it leaked?”
“No mummy, she was very kind to me and we went out and bought some thicker night time nappies.”
“Well there you go then” said Jane pleased at how well things had progressed in such a short time and that Victoria was following her instructions.
“Mummy, I was very naughty yesterday and wet baby Sophie’s play mat on purpose because everybody was laughing at me drinking out of a baby’s bottle”
“Oh Chrissy how could you do that? So what did mummy Victoria do? Did she give you a big spanking?”
“No mummy, she put me in the baby dress and booties you sent with me. She said if I was going to behave like a baby then I had to be treated like one. She took me out of my training panties and put me in a terry nappy with pink plastic baby panties.”
“Well it sounds like mummy Victoria did the right thing and you were a very good boy to take your punishment on the chin. I am so proud of you sweetheart. Are you wearing your baby dress today darling?”
“Yes mummy. Mummy Victoria said I had to be a baby for three days and was not allowed to use my potty anymore so I am back in nappies now.” Chris started to break down and sob “I did a poo poo in my nappy yesterday”.
“What a good boy you are being” she replied “I bet you tried really hard not to, but then again you did exactly as you were told and used your nappies like a proper baby”. Chris was astounded, he expected his mother to be furious with Victoria and yet here she was praising him for his infantile act. “Let me speak to mummy Victoria now sweetheart” she asked
He offered the phone to Victoria who walked out of the kitchen so he could not hear what was being spoken. Every so often he heard Victoria laugh, far from being annoyed with her it seemed as if everybody was carrying on as if it were perfectly normal for a 15-year-old to be wearing and using nappies like a baby. He picked up his bottle between his mittens and began to suc-k on his bottle. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Victoria was watching him with a huge smile on her face. The conversation went on for ages and once Chris had finished his bottle he put it on the table picked up his dummy and started to suc-k on it as if this was perfectly normal.
His hands strayed down to his nappy and he realised that his touch and the soft fluffy caress of the nappy was arousing him. He looked to see if Victoria was around but she had wandered out of sight into the lounge. He rubbed himself a little more and his excitement was further heightened. In no time at all he was rubbing himself furiously and was rewarded with a huge pulsing pleasure that pumped his joy into the soft folds of his nappy. So intense was his pleasure that he thought he was going to suc-k the teat off his do-di.
“What are you doing?” asked Victoria. Chris nearly jumped out of his skin and was so shocked and ashamed that he wet himself thinking that he had been caught out. The warmth flooded out of him and down between his legs. Victoria looked at him quizzically “Did you just wet your clean nappy?” she asked “I have only just changed you”.
“Yes Mummy” he replied
“What are you doing today?” she continued. Chris realised that he had got away with his recent naughtiness and that Victoria had interpreted his guilt as the act of wetting his clean nappy.
Chapter 10
“I know” said Victoria answering her own question “we will go and buy you some new toys. How about that?”
Chris looked at his mittens and waved them at her petulantly “I can’t do very much with these on because my hands don’t work” he said irritated and cross, his words barely understandable with his large dummy in.
“Do you promise to be good and not touch any of your punishment clothes?” she asked him gently. He nodded his head furiously. “Good baby, then I will take them off and put on some normal mittens”. She unfastened the bows on his mittens and replaced them with another pair that we wonderfully soft woollen mittens without the stiffening inside. He wriggled his released fingers gratefully.
Victoria looked about the kitchen and realised how big an impact having a new baby had made on her life. Nappies were in the lounge drying on a clothes rack by the radiator, a pair of plastic pants with a prominent yellow stain were lying on the draining board for a second wash. There seemed to be dummies all over the place and every table seemed to have a bib on it. He was getting through four bibs a day and his latest bib was one of the plastic backed ones that rustled every time Chris moved his head. His latest one was covered in breakfast cereal and raspberry yoghurt that he had almost choked on and spat up all down his babyish protection.
“Does that mean I can wear my other clothes Mummy?” he asked
“No, of course not baby, you being punished for being naughty” she retorted “you look lovely in your pretty dress and I will put on the matching frilly rhumba panties when we go out so that people cannot see your nappy. I would not be that cruel” she laughed.
Another stream of pee flowed in to his nappy rewarming it and further spreading across it, as the fear of going out in his baby clothes made him fearful.
“You had better try and do a poo before I change you because I am sure neither of us will want to change a stinky nappy while we are out would we?”
“Can’t I use my potty mummy?” he whined his request denied by a very definite shake of Victoria’s head.
“You will go in your nappy while I go and get myself ready” she informed him. “Go and sit on your blanket in the lounge and do as you are told sweetheart.” Chris went into the lounge and crouched on his blanket on all fours, He screwed his eyes tight and pushed with all his might, grunting with the effort of his humiliating task. After a few minutes of pushing and squeezing he was rewarded with a large production that plopped gracefully into his nappy and felt heavy behind him sliding down the smooth nappy liner that protected his towelling protection. He knew that he could not tell Victoria so he decided to lay on his front to minimise the mess.
Half an hour later he was summoned to come up for a change and he decided the best way to manage the damage was to crawl up the stairs on all fours. The mass in his nappy wobbled from side to side with each stair and felt every moment. Victoria also wanted to minimise the clean up and had him stand in the bath while she slid down his plastic pants and released one of the nappy pins so she could slide the whole lot to his ankles and then have him step out. The operation was a complete success and the problem was solved quickly and easily with the nappy liner and its contents quickly despatched down the toilet.
She looked at his nappy rash and decided to take pity on him. Inspection of his nappy showed something that interested her greatly, there was more than urine in his nappy and she now understood why he had looked so guilty after breakfast. She decided that she would have to take action. Once he had been washed off and dried in the bath, they went back to his changing table and Victoria gave him a pair of pretty pink plastic panties to hold while she rubbed cooling zinc and castor oil cream over him. He looked at her breasts and while she was applying the soothing salve he began to stir in his nether regions. He felt a ring being worked around his scrotum and a lot of fiddling going on.
“Do you like Mummy’s breasts Chrissy?” she said lovingly. Chris started to stiffen and felt baby oil being applied then he felt his member being introduced into some sort of tube. There was some further manipulation and he felt his manhood being pointed downwards and then there was a click. Victoria wiped her hands on his nappy and then squeezed her breasts in from of him. He felt a sharp pain in his pen-is as it was tightly constricted by the tube.
“Babies only use their winkies for wetting their nappies and that is all yours will be able to do from now on” she said to him “besides it is only a very little winkie anyway and that is all it was good for sweetheart”.
She pulled up his nappy between his legs and secured it on both sides with the large nappy pins making sure the pink safety caps were pulled down to secure them safely. She took the plastic pants from him and he cooperated as they were drawn up his legs and over his nappies. She then opened a cellophane packet and took out a pair of pink tights that she carefully worked up his legs and over the considerable padding. Finally she had a pair of very frilly pink pants lined with plastic that had row after row of white lace across the bottom.
She smoothed down his dress that came down to just cover the waistband of his tights. She brushed his hair and made a little bunch on each side that she secured with an elastic band then tied a pink ribbon around each of the bunches.
She took a length of ribbon and tied it to his pink dummy then removed his old bib and chose another pink one trimmed in white lace to which she pinned the ribbon with a nappy pin. She took out his old dummy and replaced it with the new one. “There, all done” she announced.
Chris stood up and looked in the mirror – before him stood a bow-legged toddler who looked just like Sophie.
Thank you for all the very kind feedback on my story it makes the writing so much easier knowing it is being enjoyed!
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nice, the chastity cage comes into play and so much pink on little Chrissy for his shopping trip.
Love it
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Chapter 10
“I know” said Victoria answering her own question “we will go and buy you some new toys. How about that?”
Chris looked at his mittens and waved them at her petulantly “I can’t do very much with these on because my hands don’t work” he said irritated and cross, his words barely understandable with his large dummy in.
“Do you promise to be good and not touch any of your punishment clothes?” she asked him gently. He nodded his head furiously. “Good baby, then I will take them off and put on some normal mittens”. She unfastened the bows on his mittens and replaced them with another pair that we wonderfully soft woollen mittens without the stiffening inside. He wriggled his released fingers gratefully.
Victoria looked about the kitchen and realised how big an impact having a new baby had made on her life. Nappies were in the lounge drying on a clothes rack by the radiator, a pair of plastic pants with a prominent yellow stain were lying on the draining board for a second wash. There seemed to be dummies all over the place and every table seemed to have a bib on it. He was getting through four bibs a day and his latest bib was one of the plastic backed ones that rustled every time Chris moved his head. His latest one was covered in breakfast cereal and raspberry yoghurt that he had almost choked on and spat up all down his babyish protection.
“Does that mean I can wear my other clothes Mummy?” he asked
“No, of course not baby, you being punished for being naughty” she retorted “you look lovely in your pretty dress and I will put on the matching frilly rhumba panties when we go out so that people cannot see your nappy. I would not be that cruel” she laughed.
Another stream of pee flowed in to his nappy rewarming it and further spreading across it, as the fear of going out in his baby clothes made him fearful.
“You had better try and do a poo before I change you because I am sure neither of us will want to change a stinky nappy while we are out would we?”
“Can’t I use my potty mummy?” he whined his request denied by a very definite shake of Victoria’s head.
“You will go in your nappy while I go and get myself ready” she informed him. “Go and sit on your blanket in the lounge and do as you are told sweetheart.” Chris went into the lounge and crouched on his blanket on all fours, He screwed his eyes tight and pushed with all his might, grunting with the effort of his humiliating task. After a few minutes of pushing and squeezing he was rewarded with a large production that plopped gracefully into his nappy and felt heavy behind him sliding down the smooth nappy liner that protected his towelling protection. He knew that he could not tell Victoria so he decided to lay on his front to minimise the mess.
Half an hour later he was summoned to come up for a change and he decided the best way to manage the damage was to crawl up the stairs on all fours. The mass in his nappy wobbled from side to side with each stair and felt every moment. Victoria also wanted to minimise the clean up and had him stand in the bath while she slid down his plastic pants and released one of the nappy pins so she could slide the whole lot to his ankles and then have him step out. The operation was a complete success and the problem was solved quickly and easily with the nappy liner and its contents quickly despatched down the toilet.
She looked at his nappy rash and decided to take pity on him. Inspection of his nappy showed something that interested her greatly, there was more than urine in his nappy and she now understood why he had looked so guilty after breakfast. She decided that she would have to take action. Once he had been washed off and dried in the bath, they went back to his changing table and Victoria gave him a pair of pretty pink plastic panties to hold while she rubbed cooling zinc and castor oil cream over him. He looked at her breasts and while she was applying the soothing salve he began to stir in his nether regions. He felt a ring being worked around his scrotum and a lot of fiddling going on.
“Do you like Mummy’s breasts Chrissy?” she said lovingly. Chris started to stiffen and felt baby oil being applied then he felt his member being introduced into some sort of tube. There was some further manipulation and he felt his manhood being pointed downwards and then there was a click. Victoria wiped her hands on his nappy and then squeezed her breasts in from of him. He felt a sharp pain in his pen-is as it was tightly constricted by the tube.
“Babies only use their winkies for wetting their nappies and that is all yours will be able to do from now on” she said to him “besides it is only a very little winkie anyway and that is all it was good for sweetheart”.
She pulled up his nappy between his legs and secured it on both sides with the large nappy pins making sure the pink safety caps were pulled down to secure them safely. She took the plastic pants from him and he cooperated as they were drawn up his legs and over his nappies. She then opened a cellophane packet and took out a pair of pink tights that she carefully worked up his legs and over the considerable padding. Finally she had a pair of very frilly pink pants lined with plastic that had row after row of white lace across the bottom.
She smoothed down his dress that came down to just cover the waistband of his tights. She brushed his hair and made a little bunch on each side that she secured with an elastic band then tied a pink ribbon around each of the bunches.
She took a length of ribbon and tied it to his pink dummy then removed his old bib and chose another pink one trimmed in white lace to which she pinned the ribbon with a nappy pin. She took out his old dummy and replaced it with the new one. “There, all done” she announced.
Chris stood up and looked in the mirror – before him stood a bow-legged toddler who looked just like Sophie.
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Such a lovely story dear.
Thanks so very much.
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Really loving this, Antonia. A lot of it reminds me of Baby Bobby's stories at his very best.
I think the scene at the bank is my favorite so far.
It's such a mundane setting for him to be there in his big bulky diaper and pink shorts just like any child tagging along while Mommy runs errands. You hit on something there, I'm not sure how to describe why it works so well.
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Chapter 11
Chris wet himself as they went out the front door, he was so nervous at being seen by the neighbours that he could think of nothing else and that included his control over his bladder. He realised that now he would have to endure walking about in a wet nappy all morning. Victoria had been quite clear on the subject, he was NOT to tell her about the condition of his nappy.
Victoria opened the back door of her car and ushered him in. Chris half hoped that she would check his nappy again but realised it had only been five minutes since his last change and so knew that this would not happen. His seat belt was secured and she passed him a large pink bag with pockets and zips and from which protruded two baby bottles. Chris recognised it immediately as a baby’s changing bag and no doubt contained creams, powder, a spare dummy, nappy pins, plastic bags and most important a couple of his nappies and protective pants.
He suc-ked on his dummy as there was nothing else he could do. He had no idea where he lived in relation to his old home, he only had the clothes he was wearing and no money. His iPhone and iPad had disappeared and he had not had the time to search for them.
They arrived at a large toy shop out of town, it must have had every toy known to man. Victoria insisted he held her hand which he did very tightly as he snuggled as closely to her as he could to minimise his exposure. He suc-ked furiously on his dummy grateful for the plate that obscured much of the lower half of his face.
One lady who was shopping for a present for her granddaughter approached them. “Your girl is a bit big to be dressed like that isn’t she? She looks like a baby; and please don’t tell me you still have her in nappies”.
Victoria turned on her dark as thunder “Madam, my daughter is severely retarded, she has the mental age of a two-year-old and is very unreliable in controlling her bladder, so I save her the embarrassment and let her wear nappies” she stormed “the reason I keep her in baby clothes is so that I can change her easily while letting her look sweet and pretty. She may be fifteen but she doesn’t know that and to be honest she doesn’t care, all she does know is that she is loved and cherished. So butt out and mind your own business, if you would be so kind.” Chris was astounded and stared at the woman with eyes as big as saucers, some might say he looked a bit simple with such a gaze.
The woman mumbled her apologies, shook her head and left the store without purchasing anything.
If Chris was expecting a Gameboy or other electronic marvel then he was to be sorely disappointed. So far Victoria had chosen a xylophone, a large rabbit with great floppy ears, a box of building bricks with little characters dressed in different uniforms, coloured crayons, colouring books and a dolly wearing a nappy. He pointed at things he would have liked and was told to be a good baby or they would have to leave. A book of stickers, story books fully of fairy tales, a toy covered in buttons that made all sorts of animal noises and other childish things were added to the trolley. The best find was a baby mat just like Sophie’s and she put two in the trolley.
Another woman with a young girl of about seven came up to them. “What is your name darling?” she asked Chris. He looked shocked and another dribble of pee went in his nappy.
“Cwissy” he mumbled through his dummy “me Cwissy” said gathering his confidence.
The woman and her daughter looked enquiringly at Victoria for an explanation.
“It’s like this” explained Victoria “some boys want to dress up in girl clothes, some boys want to dress up as super heroes; my boy wants to dress up in baby clothes; and before you ask, yes. he is wearing an old-fashioned terry nappy complete with plastic pants and he does wet and soil himself just like a baby. I love him and change him, I feed him with a baby’s bottle and make sure he always has a dummy.” She patted the baby changing bag on her shoulder to verify her story.
Another customer dashed away with so much as a word with her daughter asking question after question. Victoria was grinning ear to ear and Chris just stood and wet his nappy a little more.
Victoria put a finger inside the top of his tights seeking the warm embrace of the plastic pants and the nappy beneath. She felt his dampness and then that tingling that made her feel weak at the knees. She plunged her hand deeper until it came against his chastity device and the feel of the wet terry towelling was even warmer. She felt herself becoming moist at the thought.
They paid for the purchases and went back home for lunch and by their return Chris was very wet. Victoria was also very wet for different reasons and having changed Chris in to a fresh set of nappies had a compulsion to get a pair of his training pants that she had washed and dried. She set Chris down on his new play mat and helped him open his new toys. As he was playing with building blocks she went to her own room and took off her knickers and slipped on the training pants. The feel of the soft towelling against her was electrifying and she realised it wasn’t Chrissy’s domination that was giving her these strange feeling, it was his towelling protection.
She went downstairs in training pants somehow excited and definitely in a high state of arousal with every movement caressing her in her most sensitive places.
She made lunch for them both and she gave Chris his vitamins and prepared them a simple meal of beans on toast with a bottle of Ribena to wash it down. By the time he had finished he was already falling asleep at the table, so Victoria helped him up to bed for a nap. It was quite obvious from the way his nappy was sagging that he had thoroughly wet himself, so she decided to try and change him in his dozy state. The routine had become so imprinted in Chris that he assumed the position with his arms above him and legs bent, that she had no trouble in stripping him of his wet nappy and replacing it with a fresh dry one and new plastic pants. Even asleep he managed to lift his bottom at the appropriate moments.
As Chris curled up under his white cellular blanket with his dummy gently bobbing in and out, Victoria put his wet nappy in the bucket and covered it with the lid. His room smelt just like a nursery with an aroma of stale pee, disinfectant and baby powder. She arranged his baby pants, tidied his training pants and made sure his nappies were neat and tidy. Her hand lingered on the plastic pants with the fitted terry training knickers and she decided to slip off the Disney print terry towelling pants she had been wearing and added them to Chris’s nappy bucket. She put her feet in the new incontinence protection and pulled them up her legs. She felt electrically charged aa she ran her hands over the plastic surface and felt the towelling lining beneath.
She took the bucket downstairs and emptied out the bucket. Chris was getting through six to eight nappies a day now and seemed to be wetting on a far greater frequency as time went on. He seemed to be accepting his punishment very well she thought. God her pants felt good she thought. as she rubbed herself against the kitchen unit.
She had just hung out her latest load of washing when there was a knock at the door. A large delivery van stood outside. Two young men asked to bring in the things she had bought earlier in the week. In fifteen minutes, all the new things were safely installed, a large high chair in the kitchen, a playpen in the lounge and a cot in her little spare room. Chris never heard a thing as he was so sleepy.
She put his new playmat in the play pen and marvelled at the construction. It stood so tall that the bars were as high as her shoulders. The way in to the pen was via a door built in to one of the sides and secured with an electronic lock that could be opened with a special fob that she had put round her neck or fingerprint on the keypad panel built in to the corner post which she had already programmed. She moved his toys in to the pen and closed the door. It all looked really cosy, especially when she threw in his baby blanket and floppy eared rabbit.
The pen and the crib all were activated by the same electronic fob and she programmed her fingerprint in to those as well.
The look on Chris’s face was darling she thought when she had changed his wet nappy and taken him downstairs just wearing his nappy and cartoon character printed plastic pants with a pink top. He had on his booties to keep his feet warm and she had put on his matching mittens to keep him out of mischief. She touched her finger of the keypad and pushed open the little door. Chris hesitated.
“Go in Chrissy and play with your toys” she encouraged him. Chris was still stupefied from the sleeping pill and muscle relaxant which tended to leave him a bit uncoordinated. He went through the door which swung shut and closed with a firm and satisfying click. He turned around and tugged at the door but it was firmly locked. He stood up but the bars were as high for him as they had been for Victoria. He tried to climb out but he had neither the strength nor the grip to escape.
Victoria made him a bottle of juice and passed it to him through the bars. She switched on the television and let him watch some episodes of Teletubbies that she had recorded for him. He let the dummy fall from his mouth and dangle on the ribbon and set about suc-king on his baby bottle as Victoria wrapped his baby blanket around him and set the floppy eared rabbit next to him. He felt very secure and safe in his new play pen and settled back to watch the programme made for toddlers.
Victoria was almost envious of her charge and then became aware of her own situation as she felt the need to pee. She had the insane idea that it might feel very nice to go in her protection, after all that was why she was wearing it. She felt confused and had to fight with herself to use her toilet, it was crazy she thought. She only just managed to hitch up her skirt and lower her protection but not before she had felt a release into the comforting folds of the trainers. When she had finished she pulled up the plastic pants and luxuriated in the moistness that she had released accidentally. She pulled the chain and once again had that naughty tingle that screamed for her attention.
She forced herself to think of tea and went to see Chris who had finished his bottle and was playing quietly in the play pen doing his colouring book. “That’s a very good boy” she said smiling.
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Chapter 12
Chris was not at all happy to have a new high chair and spat out his dummy and started to use some very harsh words and bad language. Victoria told him that he would be punished in his baby clothes for a week if he did not get in. Reluctantly he climbed in to the pink plastic covered seat and sat down the right way and straightened his legs looking for the floor or a step, but there were neither. His legs dangled.
Victoria pulled the harness over his shoulders and from between his legs and put them in the clasp at the front. It would have been supportive enough for a rally car driver or fighter pilot. The clasp clicked and a small light glowed red showing that it was fully locked. Chris wrestled against the harness but was completely immobilised and could not move more than a few inches without being arrested by the strong straps. Victoria reached behind the chair and grabbed the tray section that pivoted on the arm rests and came over the top of his head to rest in front of him. He barely had enough room to move his arms out of the gap in front of the white shiny surface of the tray.
She took off his bib and replaced it with a yellow plastic backed towelling one with a line of ducks running along the bottom. He wriggled and twisted but the chair held him firm and Victoria pulled tighter on the straps and completely held him fast.
“You had better have your dummy Chrissy because you are being a very bad baby at the moment” she said being a little stern “I think another week in baby punishment is what you need”. Chris stopped struggling and started to plead as his dummy was inserted. Almost as if by magic he became calmer and started his suc-king.
“It is no good getting upset because it is all part of your punishment. You have a brand new cot upstairs as well and wait until you see how pretty and cuddly Mummy has made it for you.” Chris looked wide eyed at Victoria but it was not a look that you could describe as being thrilled. “Tomorrow, was going to be the day you came out of baby clothes, but you spoilt that by your naughty behaviour. I am not a cruel Mummy so this is what I will do; I am going to take off the plastic chastity control on your winky bits when I change your nappy tonight but you have to be very good for Mummy for the rest of the day”.
Chris kicked his feet and bounced up and down in his high chair clearly pleased to hear this news. Victoria slackened off the straps to make them more comfortable. She gave him a bottle of milk to drink while she made spaghetti bolognaise for their dinner. Chris put his dummy down on the tray and took up his bottle.
Victoria made a lovely meal with garlic bread and a salad on the side. She took away his bottle and put the dinner in front of him and took off his mittens so he could eat, but she did not give him a knife or fork. Chris looked at her for guidance. “Babies use their fingers darling and use their spoon to eat the sauce.” Eating spaghetti without the appropriate tools was more than entertaining and by the end Chris was covered in sauce from the tip of his nose, all down his bib and even onto the seat of his new high chair. His plastic pants with the cartoon characters had a taste as well.
There was a knock on the door and Chris put his dummy (also covered in sauce) into his mouth that was a real mess. He kicked his feet and tried to look over the tray at his booties. There was talking at the door that came towards the kitchen and Chris wet himself heavily at the thought of anybody seeing him.
It was Anne from next door “I am sorry to disturb you at tea time” she was saying “but I thought I had some eggs for my batter and quite clearly I was wrong….” She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw not only a high chair but Chris sitting in it covered in his dinner, wearing a filthy bib and suc-king his dummy. She looked at his feet with their pink booties, she looked under the tray at the huge bulge of what was clearly a wet nappy. “Oh my!” she gasped “Chrissy!”
Victoria jumped in to save her neighbour’s embarrassment “Chrissy just loves his new high chair, it came to day and he could not wait to christen it, so I made some spaghetti for him! I think I will have to boil wash that bib tomorrow.” A wail came from Chrissy as he realised how he must look.
“It is amazing” said Anne “you would think that it was a little toddler having her tea in her high chair what with a mucky bib, food in her hair, sitting in a wet nappy and suc-king her dummy. Your punishment might be a little severe, but it all looks just the part”.
If Chrissie had thought that things were bad, then he was in for a dreadful surprise because his bowels were about to let him down again. Victoria were still talking about him but had gone to the fridge in search of eggs. He desperately wanted to go but the straps of the chair were holding him down so firmly that he was forced into the seat. What wanted to escape him met with a dreadful resistance and he wrestled with his harness trying to raise himself by pushing down on his arm rests to raise his bottom a little. Any small gap would be helpful he thought. The level of pain became more intense and despite him pushing with all his might there seemed to be little relief. His face was as red as a fire engine when the two girls turned around to look at him.
“I think somebody is doing a stinky in his nappy Victoria” laughed Anne as Chris finally managed to successfully soil his nappy. “Doesn’t he ask for his potty?” she enquired looking surprised
“Not any more Anne, he seems to have become a real baby, he never tells me when he is wet, never tells me when he is going to soil himself and never asks to be changed. It is almost as he likes being in a dirty nappy” explained Victoria who was chatting about him as if he didn’t exist.
“Sophie can sit in a wet nappy all day but she soon grumbles when she has a filthy nappy. It must be the transition from baby to toddler that makes the difference because she used to be just like Chrissy.”
Anne left as Chris stewed in his dirty nappy knowing that he was not allowed to ask for a change. Victoria came over to him and leaned over him to release his straps. Her breasts were almost in his face as she tried to manipulate the clasp. For some reason the little red light stayed on and she could not release the complicated catch. She stretched across the chair and Chris felt himself start to become aroused as her breasts rubbed across his dummy. The pain hit him immediately and he jerked with the surprise. Victoria found the fob and to her relief the light turned green and the straps fell away. She lifted the tray and helped him out.
An hour later he was all clean and dressed in his sleep suit ready for bed with a double thickness nappy to see him through the night. He was less than impressed when she helped him in to his new cot and sealed the rails. He was already getting sleepy as his head hit the pillow, but not before he had taken notice of the bright pink cartoon cot bumpers and the mobile above his head that dangled all sorts of glittery animals as it rotated playing the “Lullaby Song”.
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Not going to lie but i was a little uncomfortable with the word "retarded" being used in the previous chapter even if i enjoyed the impression it gave for our little baby.
Loving the story overall and looking forward to see where it goes
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Fair comment - I do not like using minority terms either. It will not occur again. Maybe simple or backwards might have been more politically correct. At the end of the day it is a fictional story and the character portrayed is far from challenged by anything (apart from Mummy Victoria!)
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Many thanks for writing and looking forward to you continuing this story. It's an interesting premise and I'm still trying to figure out his mother's purpose in what she has set in motion. I especially find it interesting that Victoria is a bit enamored by diapers and where you might take this "infatuation".
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Chapter 13
Victoria changed her plastic training pants for a clean pair and dropped the wet pair in to Chris’s nappy bucket.
She jumped in to her own bed and opened up the laptop that she had borrowed off Chris. She realised that there was no way he could use it when he was wearing mittens and it was so nice to surf the net in bed rather than have to sit at her desktop machine.
Jane had been sending Chris emails and for the last couple of nights she had been reading what had been sent. As usual Jane had made a movie show of pictures showing him his sisters and then dissolved in to a message to help him sleep.
The pictures of his sister came, dissolved out and then the next picture dissolved back in. One by one they came until she had seen them regress until they were babies in their rompers and baby clothes. The pictures then were replaced by a movie of Jane talking to him.
“I know it is going to be difficult for you to sleep darling, so let mummy go through the things we used to do when you could not sleep at home. Look carefully at mummy and listen very carefully. Your toes are feeling sleepy and you can hardly move them, your body is going very sleepy, now your feet are getting so heavy that you cannot move them. Your legs feel like lead and you cannot move them at all. You feel your body is getting sleepier and sleepier as you now cannot move your fingers”. The messages went on and an and Victoria felt herself staring at the screen in a daze. The screen faded out from Jane and was replaced with a nanny and a baby.
“Baby loves having a clean nappy” said the nanny carefully rubbing the baby with protective cream and then carefully dusting her with talc-um powder “look how baby loves to have her fluffy nappy on”. The baby kicked her legs and flapped her arms in pure delight. “Baby just loves the feeling of the fluffy nappy on her little bottom doesn’t she?” the baby gurgled as the nappy was fitted under her. “Baby loves how snug and warm it feels, she loves how safe and protected she feels. Look at baby, look how happy baby is in her nappy.” The nanny pinned the sides of the nappy together with nappy pins she took from the white bib of her starched apron. “Baby knows she can wee wee or do a poo poo in her nappy anytime she wants, she has no worries because that is what nappies are for. Baby loves the feeling of the warm fluffy nappy that nanny has put on the radiator to make it warm and especially snugly”. The baby looked so sweet in her dazzling white soft fluffy nappy. “Now nanny is going to put on baby’s protective plastic panties so that what baby does in her nappy stays in her nappy. Baby loves to feel her nappy through the plastic panties, look at her touching her lovely soft protection.” The baby was clenching and unclenching her nappy through the panties and her little legs were kicking with joy.
Nanny snuggled the nappy inside the pants and tucked in any stray pieces of nappy under the elastic around the waist and legs. Then the baby went quiet and it was quite clear from the discoloration of the nappy through the transparent pants that baby was wetting herself. “What a good baby” she cooed “baby has wet her nappy for nanny, what a good baby you are to wait until nanny had you fully protected. Does that feel good? It does doesn’t it baby…” The film continued for another hour with scenes of babies in nappies, and all the while the commentary went on and on.
Victoria slumped back on her pillows her hand squeezing the terry towelling beneath. As she dropped in to a deeper sleep she wet herself the plastic training pants just coping with her nocturnal accident. She stirred slightly and put her thumb in her mouth, it stayed in all night.
As the sun just started to come up she awoke as the beams touched her face. Immediately she realised that her protective pants were soaked and although the area around the leg opening felt damp, no leaks or damage had been done. She went to her bathroom and showered, wondering how on earth she was going to launder the training pants that she had wet in the last day. Chris may have been dressed as a baby but he was no fool and knew that he had only worn proper nappies, it would not take him a second to recognise the training pants when they were on the line. She decided that she would wash them with Chris’s nappies but separate them out and put them in the tumble drier when he had his afternoon nap.
She went in to Chrissy’s nursery and was pleased to see that he was drawing a picture using the big wax crayons that she had left in reach of his cot. He lay on his front concentrating furiously with his dummy being worked hard as he tried to guide the crayon across the paper in his slippery woolly mittens.
“That looks lovely Chrissy” she said looking at his picture of two women with a small child holding their hands between. “is that you in the middle?” she asked.
Chris beaned with pride “yeth” he spluttered through his dummy “thass Cwissy in der middew and mummy Victowia onna left and Mummy Jane onna wight”. A big splodge of dribble missed his bib and hit the picture, wicking out from the centre as it did so. He had used all ten colours of the crayon set and the picture was a riot of waxy colour.
“That is beautiful Chrissy, can you right your name on the top and we will stick it up in the kitchen on the fridge?” she said giving him tons of praise and encouragement. “then we must get you changed in to a clean nappy. Chris looked at her shocked. “No, you were naughty again yesterday when we put you in your high chair, do you remember? I said you had to have another week of baby punishment. I’ll tell you what, as you have been good, apart from that time, I will not be so unkind, so I will take of your chastity device. However, you have to be good and I do not want to catch you playing with your winkie inside your nappy. Okay?”
Chris was more than happy about the new arrangement because although he was not eager to wear nappies, they were so bunny soft and comfy that he loved the feel on him.
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Oooh, i hope we get to see Jane's reaction to what is happening to Victoria regardless of it is planned or not
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Chapter 14
After Chris had had his lunch and vitamins he was put down for his nap in his cot. She had leaked in to her protective pants and changed in to a fresh pair and pulled them up.
Victoria took the washing out of the washing machine and took the basket of nappies into the garden. She hung up all the nappies that Chris had used and then his plastic pants and ruffled panties. She then added the plastic training pants that she had been wearing. Anne came out to hang her own washing and spotted Vicky. She nearly dropped her own basket in shock because her neighbour had made the most embarrassing mistake a girl can make, she had pulled up her pants and caught her skirt in the back of her knickers.
“Hello Vicky” she shouted “I have to tell you something, you have caught your skirt in the back of your pants”.
Victoria froze in horror and quickly reached behind herself to release the trapped skirt. A flood of urine filled her training pants and there was nothing she could do to stop it, so intense was her distress.
Anne was quick to spot her panic “Don’t worry” she said reassuringly “I had a problem with incontinence when I had Sophie. I had to wear Tena lady pullups for a month before the postnatal exercises restored the strength to my pelvic floor. I think I can let you have a packet that I never used.”
“I have no idea why this has started happening to me” she replied “I just started to have little accidents much like Chrissy” she fibbed knowing full well that she loved the feel of the terry towelling against her”.
“You should go straight to your doctor before it gets any worse” Anne recommended.
Victoria nodded in agreement, wanting to get back inside and change herself. “I will book an appointment and take your advice, but I am not sure what to do about Chrissy”.
“I can come in for an hour and take care of him” offered Anne “I know he is a big baby, but I can cope”.
“He usually has a nap in his cot in the afternoon” said Victoria “he gets so tired for some reason. I will make an appointment and come back to you, thank you so much for your offer of help”.
Victoria rushed back inside and dashed upstairs to get a pair of Chris’s plastic pants, a set of nappy pins and one of his nappies. She threw her wet trainers into his bucket and cleaned herself up before pinning on the thick nappy and pulling on the plastic pants. She double checked that this time her skirt was not caught up.
She was so turned on by the feeling that she brought herself to a climax that went on and on.
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Conclusion
Days merged in to weeks and the weeks became months. Chris was dragged ever downwards into babyhood and Victoria was not only double nappying him but also had changed from the kite fold to one that involved folding the nappy in half and then folding the top third down at the front. This made the nappy very wide and considerably thicker in the front and so much better for Chris’s wettings. The downside was that this made the part going between his legs that much thicker and Victoria was delighted that it gave him quite a wide-legged gait that made him look even more babyish as he waddled along with his huge bulky nappy filling out his woolly tights.
The purchase of a set of pink leather leading reins with a breast plate that declared “Baby Chrissy” and had a line of jingly bells that underlined his name was a master stroke and she loved taking him out jingling and jangling as they walked along. Sewing a large bead into his booties also forced him to walk on the outer edge of his feet and that made him look more bow-legged than ever as well as spoiling his balance if he was not careful on how he put down his feet. More often than not he would take a tumble and fall on his thickly padded bottom just like a proper toddler learning how to walk.
It was now blatantly obvious that Chris was totally incontinent and would not only be classified as a bed-wetter but also as incapable of knowing when he was wetting himself. His bowel was similarly weakened by lack of any conscious control over the past months.
Victoria was not doing much better and although she managed to avoid soiling herself she was wetting herself quite freely.
John had completed his tour of duty and was due back on the Sunday morning.
On Saturday morning she told Chrissy the good news and got out a smart new polo shirt, designer underwear, jeans, socks and a pair of new trainers. She took off his wet nappy and plastic pants and gave him a bath.
He dressed in his new clothes hardly believing his good luck. At last he was free and back to normal. Victoria pulled his dummy out of his mouth and Chris looked shocked and anxious. She led him out of his nursery and in to the room in which he had begun his stay. His laptop and iPad were restored to him and charging. All signs of his baby existence had been shut away in his nursery and on his bed were new clothes and the things he had arrived in freshly laundered.
The high chair had gone, the playpen had gone and Chris sat down while Victoria prepared a big fry up and a cup of tea for the both of them. There was no sign of his bibs, baby bottles, steriliser or other baby trappings. He sat down at the table as a regular teenage boy.
As he ate his cooked breakfast with a proper knife and fork he was hardly aware of the warmth spreading over his crotch because for him that was a normal sensation that the brain barely bothered to register. He sat eating his eggs, bacon and sausage totally oblivious until he felt a wetness running down his leg and onto the kitchen floor. It was only when he felt his slippers filling with pee that he realised what he had done.
“Mummy” he shrieked “I have had an accident”.
“Oh Chrissy!” she exclaimed rushing to his side of the table “you have had a flood darling”.
There was nothing to be done but return Chrissy to his former state. Chris hunted around the house in his baby clothes waddling from room to room in search of something.
“What have you lost Chrissy?” asked Victoria
“My do-di” said Chris tearfully “I can’t find my do-di”
“Aren’t you a bit big now to be suc-king a dummy?” she asked “I thought you were going to be a big boy again”.
She found his dummies and gave him the whole bag full. Chris picked out a pink one and looked joyful as he started suc-king to make up for lost time. Victoria put all his baby stuff back and told him he would have to go back in to his nursery while she thought how she was going to potty train him again.
The instruction she gave Chris was to tell her if he needed to go to the toilet and she would get out his potty. All day she followed him about and not once did they manage to make his potty in time.
Chris eventually went to bed very distressed.
The next day it was decided that they could not risk Chris wearing his grown up clothes and they would have to try and explain his baby clothes to his father by blaming Jane for her weird punishment protocol.
John arrived at mid-morning and there is very little to say about the encounter because he took one look at Chris erupted in to a huge fury and left within ten minutes. It was all too much for him with his son and his girlfriend both wearing wet nappies. It would not be appropriate to repeat the foul language that was uttered.
Jane called half an hour later on the phone to say that John had relinquished his custody of Chris and had told her to get him back and keep him for good. The news that Victoria was also in nappies was a real bonus and a sweet revenge that she had never imagined or intended. All was back to normal and she told Victoria she could keep all the baby stuff for herself.
Jane took Chris back that very day. They were gone in a few minutes.
Victoria was desolated and got into the cot. She began to suc-k on her dummy and fell in to an uneasy sleep – it had been a rotten day that was not improved as she soiled her nappy.
CONCLUDED
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Poor Victoria needs Jane too! I would love to see what 'help' Victoria gets. I feel so sorry for her.
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A wonderful end to a great story
Wouldn't mind seeing the stories of Chris and Victoria continue but if it is either that or a new story with new characters i do hope that you continue to write on this site
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There might be an epilogue but I have two possible endings which is why I stopped where I did. I might publish both and you can keep the ending you like best.
I do plan to write more but not right now. I am quite eager to go back to City Slicker story from ages ago that I never really finished despite bring 32 pages long!
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I want to see Victoria get a happy ending :( Sure she made bad choices and had a bit ofa power kick but I feel she loved Chris and didn't completely deserve the end she got...but that might be because I'm too soft...
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I want to see Victoria get a happy ending :( Sure she made bad choices and had a bit ofa power kick but I feel she loved Chris and didn't completely deserve the end she got...but that might be because I'm too soft...
Not sure what the plan is, but personally wouldn't mind seeing Victoria and Chris living together buying diapers and nappies with Victoria wearinfmg diapers but otherwise being the mommy and loving her little sissy baby Chris with financial help from John and/or Victoria's family while Jane gets nothing having forced this on chris and although unexpectedly also Victoria
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Great story but I agree with others and have mixed feelings about the conclusion. Certainly Jane's hostility to Victoria is understandable since she was complicit in the breakup of Jane and John's marriage. Also, Victoria went ahead with Chris' infantilization even though she knew him to be fully continent and not a tbdl. However, it is sad that Victoria is left all alone. Maybe Jane could be the adult and raise Victoria as an adult baby.
Chris also didn't deserve his fate but he has both Jane and himself to blame. No 15 year old boy can be infantilized if he has the will. Unfortunately, Chris has a very weak will. Jane deserves punishment in this case since she took out her anger at her husband on her innocent son. Maybe she should be infantilized by Victoria.
Nevertheless, a great story. Just wanted to put in my 2 cents.
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All comments are great! You have all provided lots of brilliant ideas and different scenarios. It would be impossible for them all to come true but even I am feeling sorry for Victoria so another chapter will be written.
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Thank you so much! ?
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Replying to a six year old story might be weird but I want to say. I really liked the story, but I think the best part was until the baby punishment. I loved the control she had over him, but that kind of faded away, when his potty privileges were completely removed.