Anyone know is Baby Andy kept in 60"x60" Terry Nappies? And probably good stretchy Plastic Pants too cover his thick Terry Nappies, probably double Plastic Pants cos he seems heavy wetter more so overnight. Steve UK

What has happened to AB Andy? Is he wallowing in his AB cot in very wet thick Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, AB Babygros with poppers stretching because of his thick Terry Nappies. His big Plastic bib all stained from his dribbles because he suc-ks his dummy so hard. Would love to see the washing line of his house. Full thick Terry Nappies, AB Plastic Pants all different colours, big Plastic Bibs, AB Babygros, Rompers. Also in garden his AB pram/buggy. Steve UK

Chapter 13

The next morning was one of disbelief as Suzanne woke up to the feeling of wet protective pants. Her fingers were all wrinkled where she had been suc-king them all night. She rushed to the shower and stripped off the pants and put them in a nappy bag. She got up, did her makeup and headed down to make early breakfast for Olivia and Norma. The women were seated at the table drinking coffee and eating toast.

“Have you put Andy in a disposable?” asked Olivia looking at the green plastic nappy sack.” I thought we agreed that he would always wear terry nappies”

Suzanne was caught out and was totally unprepared without an answer. Suddenly, she had some inspiration - “it’s my monthly, but I had a bit of a gusher” she explained “I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed one of your Tena pants”. She put the bag in the rubbish and went to make drink. Little did she know that her package was going to be examined by the women later. Nobody believed her excuse.

Andy stirred and Suzanne made her excuses and took her drink up to the nursery. She quickly got started on Andy and felt herself looking at his soft terry nappies with a sense of wishing. It was ridiculous, why would she want to put on one of his nappies? By the time it came to the soft vinyl plastic protection, she was really yearning to get in his pants.

The women left in Olivia’s car and Suzanne took nappies and pants into her room. She was in a turmoil, she had to be in a nappy and within five minutes she was wearing the same nappies as her charge. She and Andy went down for breakfast and by the time he had finished his bottle, it was back to his cot for a nap. She took one of his dummies out of the steriliser and without thinking took one for herself. Andy giggled as she put one in his mouth and the other in hers.

Suzanne felt the nappies rub against her in a sensual way and pulling up the cot rail, went to her own bed, pulled up her skirt and rubbed the front of her plastic panties until she was at the point of frenzy. She pushed down between her legs and triggered the start of an almighty orgasm. She suc-ked on her dummy as the rollercoaster of an orgasm began. She pulled out her wet dummy and used the rubber teat to rub her g-spot. She screamed out with the climax of pleasure.

The soft terry caressing her female sex triggered further orgasms as she tried to make her way back to the nursery. She ended up looking at the slumbering Andy as she rubbed herself against the post of his cot. Wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her.

She took a moment to come down from her high and every moment in her nappies, every rustle of her plastic pants caused a ripple of pleasure. She sat in the nursing chair in the nursery having turned on Andy’s music centre and picked up the mending she had started the day before. Andy would sleep for at least an hour, so she had some time on her own. As she sewed some lace back on a pair of nappy covers her mind had a violent flash back triggered by an instruction to “wet your nappy, you love being in wet nappies, you are a baby”. She was a toddler, maybe older, yes she was older, maybe four or five years old. Her mother had been very cross with her because she had wet herself as she was playing with her dollies, she was so engrossed in her game that old habits had taken over. No nappy, no training pants, just her brand new little girl pants with pretty lace and bows in delicate pink.

Her mother grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to her bedroom where she was sat on her new big girl’s bed. She left for a moment and returned with a huge stack of fluffy white nappies that had been stored in the airing cupboard. On top of the pile, yellowing vinyl pants and nappy pins. Her panties were stripped off and she was put back in two thick nappies, securely pinned without powder or cream and the crackly pants pulled up her legs and settled snuggly over the towelling. Her memory was of a feeling of fear, letting her mother down, dread of being punished with smacking. However, once she was back in nappies she felt safe, secure and softly embraced. She didn’t have to worry about accidents, nothing would be damaged or hurt by her wetting or soiling. She was never told off for using her nappies because they were being used for their proper purpose.

Her mother told her that if she behaved like a baby then she would be treated like a baby. Suzanne took this as an instruction, it wasn’t a threat, she felt no humiliation because she had enjoyed the love and attention while she was in nappies and using them like a baby. She remembered most of all that she wanted her dummy and as an alternative used the fall back of suc-king her fingers. Her mother looked shocked and called her a big booby. Suzanne waddled off happily, pleased to be relieved of any toileting responsibilities and misinterpreting her mother’s intentions.

Suzanne mused on this flashback as she continued her stitching. She was changing the dress on one of her dolls and felt a pressure building deep inside her tummy. She hated the potty and she dreaded the big toilet, so with a little grunt and a small push she dropped a poo in the back of her nappy as she played with her doll. She got out the tea set and laid it out on the table. She sat on her bottom to arrange her guests round the table and paid no attention to the mess beneath her. It felt nice and warm.

She needed water for her teapot and went to the kitchen. Her mother immediately knew that Suzanne had soiled her nappy and shouted at her asking what she had done. It seemed a stupid question and the huge fuss made  Suzanne so nervous that she started to wet her nappies as her furious mother watched on. She started to fill the teapot as her increasingly heavy nappies began to sag on her hips. Her mother looked on incredulous, had her daughter lost the plot? Did she not know that she was being punished by wearing nappies? She put the pot on the worktop and grabbed Suzanne’s hand dragging her quickly back to her bedroom. A towel was laid on her bed and she looked for a means to clean her up. She didn’t have baby wipes, but she found a tub of her nappy cream and they still had baby powder. She took all the nappies out of the airing cupboard and Suzanne couldn’t have been happier. The memory ran out.

She was back with the music in the room “lovely wet nappy, warm soft dirty nappies, go in your nappy” her brain was in tune with the messages, Norma’s earlier imprint was being activated as well. She looked at her sewing, the lace ruffle was fixed and she stood up to put the pants in the nappy covers drawer. She had a wave of satisfaction for a job well done. She really felt at peace today, the warm glow was still with her, but wait! There was a different type of warmth down below. No she couldn’t have. She pulled up her dress and put her hand down the front of her nappy, it was soaked. She broke into a big grin and she didn’t feel shame, she felt a sense of achievement, her nappies had been used for their proper purpose.

Olivia was on the web cam and talking on the phone to Norma.

Chapter 12

Olivia had watched events on the concealed nanny cam and was pleased at the way in which Suzanne was slowly working her way into the snare prepared for her. Tonight she would meet her special friend Norma who was a psychotherapist who used hypnotic suggestion as part of her treatment programme and had been heavily involved in Andy’s development.

Suzanne received the text on her phone. Make sure Andy is in bed by seven and don’t forget his favourite pink sleep bonnet. You did psychology before becoming a nanny, you are going to love my friend who will join us tonight. Please prepare dinner for the three of us, something simple will be fine.

She was intrigued and followed the instructions to the letter. The table was laid, she put on a clean uniform and had wine chilling in the fridge. Olivia arrived home with a tall raven haired woman who had piercing eyes and confident aura about her. She warmly greeted Suzanne who immediately felt at ease, although fascinated by the sparkling crystal pendant she had about her neck.

Norma was highly qualified and had an impressive cv, she showed great interest in Suzanne’s degree in psychology and was fascinated as to why she decided to go into specialist nursing as a nanny. The wine flowed, and it was decided that Norma would stay the night in the spare room, amazingly she had expected this might happen and had a small overnight case with her.

Suzanne declined coffee but accepted a glass of Bailey’s as a night cap. It was not as it was bottled, a tablet had been ground and added to the sweet liqueur that would make her receptive to suggestion.

Norma moved in with her crystal, twirling and swinging it like a pendulum. Deeper and deeper went Suzanne, as she was regressed back to her earliest cognitive years. A time of potty accidents, bedtime wetting and even a poopy accident in her training pants. Uncertainty was suggested with regard to her continence, she might easily have accidents again if the work became stressful. suc-king her fingers, or even a dummy might be useful on these occasions. Nobody would notice a little suc-king to make one feel better or calmer. If things got very stressful then maybe wearing some training pants or pull-ups might be the answer, in extreme cases maybe a terry nappy and plastic baby pants.

Slowly, Suzanne was brought back, she was told she would have no memory of the past hour. She came to and realised that she must have nodded off. Everybody was sympathetic because she worked so hard looking after Andy. She asked to be excused and made her way to her room. The smirks between Olivia and Norma were missed.

Suzanne took off her clothes and carefully put them away. She brushed her teeth and removed her makeup. She climbed into bed. Something was missing, but what was it? She felt vulnerable, but she could not put her finger on it. Silly! She hadn’t been for a wee, that was it, she needed to take a pee. She got out of bed and went into her en suite, then thought about things, she had been, and now she had nothing further to give. What if I wet the bed? That was the feeling, where did that come from? She hadn’t wet the bed for decades. She thought about the pull-ups under the bed, she would put one on to play safe, that wouldn’t hurt. Olivia and Norma watched the secret camera hidden in the room and were almost gleeful.

Suzanne fed her feet through the leg holes and pulled them up her legs into place. They felt wonderfully soft and the feeling of insecurity evaporated immediately. She snuggled into bed and was unaware that the two fingers on her right hand had slowly worked their way into her mouth. She quickly fell into a deep untroubled sleep.

In the early hours of the morning she wet the pull up and barely stirred as she suc-ked on her fingers.

Chapter 369.

The women stood up and looked at each other open-mouthed.  All except for Connie, who sat smiling like a Cheshire cat.  That Rose-Stim stuff wasn’t a scam after all.  She’d definitely use it again.  She stood up with the others, and they approached the little tableau playing out on the other side of the coffee-table.  Tim’s climax was fading now, and he was down on all fours, panting like an exhausted puppy.
Connie winked.  “I warned you, Kit…  Fireworks.”
The others gathered round.  Frieda led a little round of applause, much to Tim’s irritation as he slowly returned to reality.
“Super show, Tim,” she laughed.  “When are you going to do Kit’s other boot?  I definitely want to be here for round two!”
He was too embarrassed to stand up and face them.  But he needed to move.  A bead of sticky fluid had escaped from one leg of his shorts and way making its way down the inside of his thigh.
“C-could I, er, have a tissue, please, miss?”
Connie fetched a handful from a box on the sideboard, taking the opportunity to collect her phone and stop the video.  Now she had photos and a video.  But she wasn’t finished yet.  The more material the better.  She handed them to Tim.  Despite the tightness of the leg bands, his shorts were leaking now from several places, and one sticky rivulet had reached the top of his sock.  He was a mess.  The ladies didn’t even bother to hide their amusement.
“Thank you, miss Connie…”
Good boy, she thought, always polite.
He struggled to his feet, cheeks glowing, wiping his legs with bunches of slimy tissue, and made his way awkwardly, thighs pressed tightly together, to the bathroom.  The ladies collapsed in with laughter.  Kit allowed herself a faint smile.
“Oh my god, did you see the state of him?” cried Bridget.  “Must have been half a pint!  Kit, darling, it’s all your fault – you know that, yeah?”
“I hope so…”
“He’s infatuated,” grinned Frieda.  “Kit, you have a ready-made slave there.  I’m sure he’d do anything you told him to.  Absolutely anything.”
“Right,” added Bridget.  “We didn’t really get to see the whole thing.  Only the last act.  Next time, make him put on a little show for us, would you?”
“Oh, you mean…” began Maxine.  “Like, solo…?”
“Yes.  Why not?  All she’d have to do is pose for him.  He can’t take his eyes off her.”
“Interesting idea,” mused Connie.  “But today I think he needs to recharge.  Let’s have tea, let him recover, then maybe we could get him to model some of the other outfits I have for him.  I’ll go and help him, and get his clothes in the wash…”   

Bridget made tea for everyone.  She and Frieda had made cakes, and Connie too, so there was plenty to eat.  Tim reappeared wrapped in a turquoise gown.  He was naturally still a bit embarrassed at first, but once seated, with tea and cakes in his hands, and Kit next to him with a reassuring hand on his thigh, he chilled out and even smiled.  Everyone was very discreet, secretly hoping that more displays may be forthcoming, and not wanting to scare him off.
They chatted away happily.  Kit, now regarded as the source and instigator of their entertainment, was accepted into the club.  After a while Connie made a suggestion.
“Tim, I’m sure you’ve had enough of being a pageboy for one day.  Why don’t you try a couple of your other costumes?”
He looked at her suspiciously.
“Do you mean…girly stuff, miss?”
“Don’t say it like that!  You’re supposed to be my maid – remember?  I’m not even talking about that.  You have a beautiful dress, and there’s other things that are virtually unisex.  Kit, what do you think?”
“Tim, I love to see you in dress.  I love boy who brave enough to wear dress.  It is my fantasy…”
Tim immediately sat up and took notice.  “Really, miss?  Truly?”
Kit nodded, and gave him a look that said, “try me, if you have the nerve…”
“I’ll bring some things down,” said Connie, jumping up.

She was back a few minutes later, with an armful of clothes.
“This is a lovely dress…” she cooed.  “It’s the pale pink version of the white floral one you modelled at Pitt’s Wood.  That one was my favourite then, but I think I like this even better.”
“Oh, yes…I remember…”
“Come next door to the big living room.  You can change and I’ll do your makeup.  Let’s see if Kit can recognise you.”
Tim smiled.  “Okay.”  Dressing as a girl wasn’t so bad when you could look really pretty and wear amazing clothes.  And if Kit was into it…

Connie used the subtlest makeup, and a little hair gel, to give him a really cool, slightly spikey, look.  She took the opportunity to fill him in about Jenny.
“I heard your new girlfriend was devastated about not being able to talk to you for two weeks.”
Tim looked at her sharply, uncertain what was coming.
“She was?”
“Yes, of course.  It must have been a shock.  Just as you’d started dating, and no warning…”
She watched his reaction carefully.  As she suspected, he didn’t seem quite so concerned as one might have suspected.
“So earlier I called her…”
He stared at her in surprise.  “You called her…?”
“Yes.  I didn’t tell her the whole truth, of course.  I said we were fashion designers, and that we had employed you as a model and domestic help, and that usually our employees were not allowed to contact outsiders due to commercial secrecy.”
“You said that?”
“Well, it’s half true, and it explains everything.  We’re called CFBM Couture – that’s Connie, Frieda, Bridget and Maxine.  Remember that in case she asks.  Think of a phrase.  Say, “Come for brunch, miss”.  But I said, given the exceptional circ-umstances…”
“Exceptional circ-umstances…?”
“You know, that you’d only just started a relationship, and suddenly you’re snatched away.”
“Oh, yeah…”
“Given all that, you’d be allowed one fifteen minute phone call every evening.  The first one’s tonight.  You should call her.  What time did she say?  Nine.  Yes, nine.  But strictly fifteen minutes, okay?  Happy now?”
“Oh, yeah…I guess…”
“You don’t seem very happy…”
“No, I am.  Yeah, great.  Thank you, miss…”
Connie compressed her lips, to hide a faint smile.  So, the great romance may not be all it was made out to be.  Pity.  But he was still under an obligation to her, and the phone calls could only reinforce that…

She applied a hint of blusher.
“You know what you look like?  You look like an exceptionally pretty girl whose adopted a tomboy style.  I reckon most people would think you were female.  Either way, you’re drop dead gorgeous.  Wait till Kit sees you.”
“Do you reckon, miss?”
Now that was something he was interested in.
“There.  All done.  Now, just wait.  Now I’m going to go back first.  Give us a minute or two, then follow.  Remember you’re a girl.  Walk as if you were a maid, as you were trained to do.”
“Yes, miss.  Of course.”

When he made his entrance, there was general wonderment.
“My god, Tim…” exclaimed Bridget.  “You look totally different…  I mean, stunning, actually…”
Kit was standing apart, by the French doors.
“What do you think, Kit?” asked Connie.  “Tim - go over there in the light, so she can have a proper look at you.”
Tim made his way over, wobbling a little on his heels, and looking very self-conscious.  Kit didn’t say anything.  She didn’t smile.  She just watched him as he approached.  He stood before her, head lowered.  She touched his arm.
“You are beautiful,” she murmured, “more than boy Tim even…”
Then she put her arms around him, and drew him to her…