PART 74

       â€œI must admit, I had originally planned to name two winners—Josh and Kathy. But after a lovely chat with both Mrs. Smyth and our dear Kathy earlier this afternoon, Kathy insisted the honor go to her brother alone. She said, and I quote, ‘Josh deserves it—I’ve never seen anyone make such a sacrifice for our family tradition.’” There was a gentle ripple of laughter and several admiring glances at Kathy, who blushed but lifted her chin proudly, her eyes never leaving her brother.

       The crowd broke into enthusiastic murmurs, but to Josh, it was like a tidal wave threatening to wash him away. He sat rooted to his chair, his throat suddenly dry, while Kathy gave him a warm, encouraging nudge.

       Finally, Mrs. Standish cleared her throat, her voice ringing out: “The winner for Best Outfit is…” She paused to beam at Josh as if he were a tasty little dessert to be gobbled up.  “Of course,” she continued, “who else could it be but our adorable Josh Brantley!”

       Immediately, applause erupted as Josh felt his heart drop. The prospect of being paraded in front of everyone was almost too much. His cheeks flamed as Mrs. Standish gestured for him to join her, and the room’s gazes seemed to converge on every ruffled edge of his ornate Fauntleroy suit.

       Mrs. Standish smiled grandly, then insisted that Josh step forward—alone. “Let’s all admire Josh’s extraordinary Fauntleroy suit!” she announced, her voice ringing out and somehow magnifying every mortifying detail of his sissyish outfit. As he stood, Mrs. Standish began to point out the intricate details of his adorable velvet jacket, his prissy lace cuffs, and his femininely delicate bows. 

       Josh’s knees wobbled unsteadily as he stood and tentatively stepped forward. Heart pounding and legs trembling as he rose, the sissified teen shuffled toward the front. Every step felt like it was under a spotlight, every eye in the room fixed on the elaborate frills and ribbons of his Fauntleroy suit. He barely dared to glance at the crowd, but the mixture of grins and curious stares only made his cheeks burn all the brighter.

       The crowd laughed and giggled appreciatively, but for Josh, the moment stretched into an eternity of mortification.

       Mrs. Standish continued with gusto, “Pay attention to that charming pink velvet jacket, those ornate lace cuffs, and the sweet bows at his knees—such attention to detail!” Before Josh could even think of retreat, Mrs. Smyth stood up and joined in with even more exuberance, turning him in a slow circle so the crowd could gawk at the shiny buttons, pink polished nails, and the delicate frills adorning his blouse.

       Speaking to the crowd, she practically exclaimed “Look at that precious lace collar and that darling sash! Don’t he look just scrumptious?” Her enthusiasm earned a ripple of laughter from the audience.

       Josh stood rigid, face flaming, while the crowd whispered and tittered, some pointing and snickering. He was acutely aware of every bow, every ribbon and layer of lace as Mrs. Standish and Mrs. Smyth described each frilly detail, right down his restrictive corset and the ruffled socks peeking out from his pink velvet Mary Janes. His ordeal stretched out endlessly, as he was now the unwilling focus of everyone’s attention.  His embarrassment grew with each new observation. He tried to shrink into himself amid the applause and teasing giggles, but somehow he still managed a wobbly, mortified smile. He felt exposed and helpless, but he tried to muster a smile.

       Someone in the front row whispered, “He really does look like a prissy little lord!” prompting appreciative giggles.

       In that moment, Josh’s need to use the restroom became insistent.

       But Mrs. Smyth continued, eyes twinkling with delight as she took in every detail of Josh’s attire. “Now everyone, I simply must point out the artistry here,” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with pride.  She then directed everyone’s gaze to his pristine tights, “don’t overlook the stockings—pure white with just a hint of a sheen, and perfectly snug, of course. They set off his darling pink velvet Mary Janes so beautifully! Oh, those shoes—custom-dyed and finished with the sweetest little buckles.”

       Mrs. Standish continued, “and of course, the pièce de rĂŠsistance—his beautiful lace collar!” Mrs. Smyth gently lifted the snowy white lace so everyone could better appreciate its grandeur, “It frames his face just like a portrait—absolutely precious!”

       But Mrs. Smyth wasn’t finished, “and let’s all give a round of applause for Miss Andrea, who worked her magic on these darling ringlets.” She gently twirled one of his glossy curls around her finger, drawing attention to the softly bouncing, perfectly defined tresses that crowned Josh’s head.

       She finished with a proud nod, her hand still resting lightly on Josh’s shoulder. “Josh is truly a vision of Victorian grace!” 

       Josh’s heart pounded faster with every passing moment, and the pressure in his bladder grew overwhelming. He tried to focus on Mrs. Smyth’s words, nodding along as she gestured at his ringlets and the delicate bows at his knees, but his thoughts were consumed by the urgent need for relief. The crowd’s attention, laughter, and applause all blurred together as he shifted his weight again, hoping no one would notice the panic etched on his face. His ears began to ring. Standing in front of the crowd, his legs pressed tightly together, he rocked subtly from foot to foot, desperately trying to maintain composure. Each time he shifted, his ornate suit and ruffled collar drew only more admiring glances from the audience.

       Then, all at once, Josh’s body finally betrayed him. He could no longer hold it, and a warm gusher of wetness spilled into his diaper, thankfully hidden beneath the elaborate layers of his Fauntleroy suit. As the pressure broke through his strained control, a sharp flush of shame colored his cheeks. A shiver of mortification raced through him and his cheeks burned beet red. The audience seemed to mistake his movements for excitement and nerves and broke into another round of applause. It seemed they were entirely unaware of Josh’s ordeal as he stood trembling, caught between relief and the deep embarrassment of the afternoon’s spectacle.

       At once, the shameful reality of his situation set in. As he completely soaked himself like a toddler, the sissified teen stood helplessly as the center of attention in his over-the-top Fauntleroy suit.

       His mother watched all this with interest. A mother always knows. She felt a little pang of embarrassment for her prettified son, but she also couldn’t suppress a giggle at how unexpectedly cute the situation was. “No half measures,” Gwendolyn again though to herself. She couldn’t help it. She was pleased to see one more vestige of boyishness being ripped away before her eyes.

I agreed with Nurse Rita that Greg's Nappies should not be changed til they got to my home. Rita would make sure that his Nappies were not changed. I went back home and Ian had been marvellous. There was sign saying "Welcome home Baby". The cot had been made up, the changing table had Plastic cover on it to prevent leaks. Powders, creams on shelf. Piles Terry Nappy and AB Plastic Pants on show. Rompers/Babygros hanging up. Pictures of AB guys in thick Terry Nappies and Rubbers/Plastic Pants. Downstairs Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants etc lying around with dummy, bibs, etc if you came into the house you would know there was a Baby in this house. Bigger than normal Baby lol.   Ian was excited about Baby Greg arriving. As he had done so much and I could see his Terry Nappies were wet again under his Plastic Pants I offered to change his Nappies he jumped at the chance of this. I told him go upstairs and put his Plastic Rompers on and come back down. He bounced upstairs. He appeared and he was excited in his Plastic Rompers and his Nappies were sagging inside his Plastic Pants. I got him to sit beside me as I ran my hands over his Plastic Rompers and put a dummy in his mouth. I said a new Baby was coming into the house and not be jealous. As I said this I could feel his member getting stiffer under his Plastic Rompers. It will be good to have another AB in the house. We sat there for 30 mins then we went upstairs for Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants fun. I made him stand near the window suc-king his dummy and rubbing his Plastic Rompers. I said from tomorrow there will be double Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants in the house. The washing machine will be on more often. The washing line will be full Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Adult Plastic Pants, Rompers etc for all to see. Ian was getting more and more excited and he xploded into his very wet Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants his face was ecstatic and he xploded. I also said he could change Baby Greg's Nappies every so often. Oh how happy was as he heard this lol. I phoned Rita after playing with Ian. Told her not let Baby Greg c-um. Also told her about banner etc and how Ian filled his Nappies with c-um. She said cant wait to move in and deal with Ian's very wet Terry Nappies and Rubbers/Plastic Pants. She is an expert at pinning Terry Nappies on AB guys. I looked at my phone it was half 10 at night, Ian was still in his wet Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. I wasn't going to change him. Nurse Rita would do that with great enthusiasm. And she will milk Ian dry. Can we cope with 2 AB guys in the house?? Sure we can. Logged on computer do we need pram/buggy for Baby Greg?? Roll on tomorrow morning when our new AB boy arrives in his wet Terry Nappies and double Plastic Pants.

A few days later Rita came into the shop. I asked how it was going with Baby Greg. She smiled and said fantastic he was at her place in a thick disposable Plastic Pants and t-shirt suc-king his dummy. She had popped out to get sudocreme and Baby powder. I asked her if she had time for cuppa. We headed to my place and tgere was Ian in his thick wet Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants T-shirt. He had come down from upstairs. He was doing some DIY. Rita walked straight upto Ian patted the front of his Plastic Pants and announced as usual your Terry Nappies are soaked I will deal with u before I go. As she touched the front of his Plastic Pants his member got harder. He had just boiled the kettle. She asked what he was doing, he said have you not told her. Just then doorbell went it was another delivery. I signed for the 2 boxes and brought them into the kitchen. I said to Ian, that was quick. As he made the tea I opened the boxes. Inside each box was 40 pairs of Adult Plastic Pants in different colours they were for Baby Greg. He has told me how wearing Plastic Pants got him so excited. The feel of them, the wearing of them, the playing in them, etc. You can never have enough Plastic Pants for an AB. Rita picked a pair up and smelled them she rub a pair on Ian's nose saying smell them baby as she did her other hand rubbed the front his Wet Terry Nappies under his Plastic Pants. She guessed these Plastic Pants were for Greg. As we eat and chatted she asked Ian was he was doing. He looked at me and said you haven't told her then.i said No wanted to surprise her. Ian had been busy converting the front room upstairs. We went upstairs, there in room against wall was a Cot not a Baby Cot bigger than that. This 1 was for an adult. It was at least 6 feet in length. Next to cot was  large changing table and about it easy reach shelves. On the shelves were folded Terry Nappies, folded fresh Plastic Pants, the same as had just been delivered. There was baby powder, nappy cream, bottles and dummy. I told Rita this was to be Baby Greg's room. There were 2 pails beside changing table, clearly marked for Nappies and Plastic Pants. Ian had just finished building these things that morning. Rita said we could test the changing table out as she said Baby Ian up you get. I said No, 1st Nappy change on tgere would be Baby Greg. I said Rita you can change Ian's nappies in his room later. Too go in room was chest drawers marked creams, dummies, bibs, etc also a wardrobe minus door so that the Rompers/Babygros for Baby Greg would be on show. Rita said love this, a room fit for Adult Baby. Ian took a fresh pair of Plastic Pants and sniffed them in front of us, he started rubbing the front of his Plastic Pants. Rita said looks like we have a jealous AB. She led him out of the room to his room. Rita was going to change Ian's very wet Terry Nappies and no doubt have some fun with Ian. I had heard she was excellent Nappy changer to ABs. I sat in Gregs nursery wondering when he would be in the Cot, on the changing table. These thoughts got me excited in the Terry Nappy and Plastic Pants I had on. I needed get back to work. I opened Ian's door and tgere he was on his bed as Rita played with him saying "who loves thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants, who needs them 24/7, who can't do c-ummies without wearing Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants" Ian was lying on his bed about to xplode into his wet Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. When would I be doing that to Baby Greg??

Hi how you tonight? Steve

It's around 9.20pm in the UK. I at home beer on table sitting in my thick Terry Nappies, double Plastics Pants yellow in colour. I have AB Babygros on with 4 poppers at crotch. I have adult size Plastic Bib tied around my neck with my Nuk dummy attached to it. Any other guys in UK in their night-time Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants?? Steve Glasgow