I hope this gets continued at some point, but I understand if it doesn’t. 

I’m sorry to hear about Tumblr Bobby, I loved checking that site once a week just to see if anything new popped up or to just reread some of the older stories.  Guess I have zero reasons to keep my FL account anymore

Great story, but, "THE END"!!. Just as it was starting to get interesting. I was expecting a few more humiliating situations before returning home and seeing what His Mother had in store for Him. Maybe sometime in the future?. :)

I agree, would to love to see how Timmy would have interacted with the other sissy bedwetters and exchange stories also would love to hear more on how the non-sissy bedwetters are treated compared to them. (Maybe a punished regular bedwetter forced to join the sissy side for a day, and they hear how different it is on his side.) As well as maybe a visit from his mother, seeing his full sissy state. Maybe having the parents visit on the weekend to check up on them. Not to mention what happens once he is done with his two weeks. (Maybe Timmy's mom might add two more weeks to see if it will help.) Just felt like you left us pent up and wanting more with no satisfying climax. LOL

Just a note to my readers: This story is only available here--it was banned from FL site and my Tumblr blog was taken down, so I will no longer be posting content there.

Some time later, Taylor came in and woke him up, changing his wet diapers and chiding him for his immature lack of control. Timmy was completely ashamed, his childish bedwetting habit having been revealed again before this pretty woman.
    After swapping out his sissy top for an adorable pink ruffled dress, she buckled him into his Mary Janes and led him out to the common room, to play some childish games with the other sissy bedwetters. He soon found himself eagerly engaged in a game of Twister with two of the others, although there were several times when he found his face in close proximity to their fat, plastic covered bottoms and he could easily smell their pee-soaked diapers.
   Later, after dinner, Taylor announced an early bedtime for Timmy, which drew several smirks from the sissies he had been playing with earlier. Not sure what to make of their reactions, he followed Taylor back to his nursery, glad of the opportunity to finally get his diapers changed again, which he had managed to wet several times while he had been playing sissy games.
   He was surprised when they entered his room, to find the tall nurse from earlier standing before his crib. She had a firm, no-nonsense look on her face but the wooden Spencer paddle in her hand made clear her intentions.
   â€śTimmy, here at the Bedwetter Institute, we believe a good, hard spanking before bedtime will motivate you to try harder to keep your bed dry,” she said as she took a seat on the only stool in the room. Taylor went to open the nursery door wider, making sure everyone in the sissy wing would be able to hear Timmy's crying and wailing.
   Timmy gulped with fear and he looked wide-eyed in panic around the room seeking an escape but Taylor had taken up a position blocking the doorway, her hands resting on her curvy hips.
   â€śLift the hem of your dress, please,” the tall nurse said in a surprisingly comforting voice.
   â€śNo...no...no,” Timmy protested weakly as he shifted his feet but the nurse simply reached under and took a hold of his plastic panties, pulling them down off his soggy wet diapers.
   Timmy stared in disbelief at the yawning cleavage between her two big breasts as she guided him over her firm lap, positioning him so  as to leave him helpless over her thighs.
   â€śPlease—please,” he begged her piteously, “I'll try harder, I'll do anything—please don't spank me!”
   Ignoring his whiny protests, she unpinned the pee-soaked, saturated cotton and pulled the layers back, exposing his soft, plump bottom as Taylor smiled down upon him.
   â€śThis will help you try harder,” she said cheerfully.
   Before Timmy could respond, the nurse raised the paddle high over her head and brought it down with a terrific impact, flattening Timmy's curvy cheeks and leaving a bright red, rectangular imprint.
    “YEOOWWW!!” he wailed at the top of his lungs.
   Two more blistering swats were delivered to each cheek, making Timmy kick wildly with his Mary Janes. The paddle had two rows of air holes and it delivered a vicious bite to Timmy's tender skin. As she kept up an even rhythm, swatting his soft sissy bottom, Timmy burst into tears, crying like the big baby he was dressed up as. Hot tears tumbled down his red face as he shook his fists in helpless frustration.
   The nurse paused her terrible punishment to scold the crying pansy.
   â€śYoung man—you are going to try harder to keep your diapers dry. And every night before bedtime, we are going to repeat this punishment until you learn to control your peeing.”
   In a flash, the paddle swooped back up and came down several more times, searing his red bottom cruelly, the hard, unforgiving wood leaving hot welts on his fanny as Timmy cried harder. The loud sounds of the crack of wood impacting his bare bottom competed with Timmy's frantic wailing and sobbing. To be sure, everyone in the wing could hear him getting his well-deserved punishment.
    “Are you going to start acting like an adult or am I going to be paddling your little bottom every night?” she said as she paused his spanking.
   Timmy blurted out a string of promises, mostly unintelligible as he squirmed on her lap and continued to cry uncontrollably.
   The tall nurse rewarded him with a flurry of harsh, stinging swats, designed to make his sitting impossible for the next several days.
   Timmy was crying hard as Taylor lifted him up and helped him over to the changing table, his wet diapers still laying in the floor where they'd fallen during his spanking. Playing 'good cop' to the tall nurse's 'bad cop', Taylor gently applied cool Desitin to Timmy's blazing hot bottom, handing him another baby bottle to nurse from.
   The nurse hung up the Spencer paddle on a peg above the dresser and left without another word. Taylor finished diapering Timmy and she tucked him into his crib with a warm, comforting hug. After finishing his bottle, Taylor slipped a pink pacifier between his lips, the large rubber bulb filling his mouth and providing some small solace to the sissy bedwetter.
   Finally, his whimpering quieted and he settled down to the soothing music of the mobile above his head. With his bottom still on fire, the heat was trapped by his plastic panties and it roasted like a five-alarm fire inside his thick diapers. Timmy shifted constantly in the crib, trying to get comfortable, and eventually positioning himself on his tummy so he could try and sleep. Still, the day's exhausting events finally conspired to make him drift off, and before long, the sissy was dreaming of Taylor's sexy curves and pretty face.
   Alas, sometime during the night, Timmy's lack of control once more came back to haunt him and a warm flow of pee—now directed backwards by his chastity device, caused it to stream down between his legs, warming the fat seat of his soft, fluffy diapers. It flowed without pause, soaking through all three layers, all the way up to the elastic waistband of his snug plastic panties before seeping in between his legs to saturate the thick cotton cloth in front. His bladder now empty, the sissy continued to sleep contentedly, hugging his teddy bear and suc-king his pacifier like a toddler.
   Tomorrow, Timmy could look forward to more diapers, a nice, soapy enema, and another trip over the tall nurse's lap.
   It was going to be two, very long weeks for the poor sissy bedwetter.


THE END












 
   

 

It was a docile, defeated, and compliant sissy that returned to the nursery, fifteen minutes later.
   Taylor put her cell phone away and she patted a thick stack of fluffy white diapers that she had arranged on the changing table.
   â€śHere you are, Timmy—a fresh set of diapers that should hold you until naptime this afternoon,” she explained.
   Of all the indignities he'd suffered at this woman's hands thus far, perhaps this was the most shameful. The diapers and pink nursery print plastic panties laying alongside would show everyone that he was nothing but a childish little bedwetting sissy. But before he could launch into some sort of protest, Taylor pushed the wet rubber nipple of a baby bottle between his squalling lips. The warm milk flowed easily into his mouth, and he reluctantly swallowed as she set him down on the soft stack of cotton cloth. Thus occupied, he could do little as Taylor firmly grasped his ankles together and swung his Mary Janes over his head, exposing his bright red bottom cheeks. He squealed as she applied a nice, sticky coat of Desitin on them before lowering his legs and sprinkling baby powder all over his little chastity device and up to his belly button.
   Timmy slurped anxiously from his baby bottle as Taylor drew up the bunny soft diapers and eased a pink headed safety pin on either side of his hips. His cheeks reddened as she gathered the plastic panties in her hand and pulled them over his glossy sissy shoes. He groaned with shame at the thought of his bullying schoolmates seeing him now—oh, how he'd be teased mercilessly!
   Taylor pulled the prissy pink panties up and began using her long-nailed fingers to go around the elastic waistband, ensuring all the soft, absorbent cotton was properly contained inside the waterproof panties. Timmy looked down with shame at the playful pattern of bunnies and rattles on the shiny waterproof panties. There could be no mistaking that he was a complete and total sissy.
   Finally, after powdering between his inner thighs where they brushed against his diapers, Taylor lifted the red-faced pansy to his feet.
   â€śTake a look at yourself,” she said as she made him face the closet mirrors, “This is how a bedwetter is dressed.”
   Timmy blushed furiously as he gazed shyly with doe eyes at his babyish reflection. The pigtails and shiny pink satin bows only added to his childish appearance.
   â€śThe bathrooms are off limits to you—from now on, you'll use your diapers for their intended purpose,” she announced like a mother addressing a toddler.
   Before Timmy could wrap his head around that humiliating concept, she snatched his wrist and led him out of the room, down the hall, and into a common room where he spied other similarly dressed sissies. Two were in playpens, amusing themselves with baby blocks and stuffed animals as best they could, while another was being bottle fed by a very busty nurse. They turned to look at the newcomer and Timmy's cheeks reddened further. It was made worse by the fact that his fat diapers forced him to move along with a very babyish waddle and his pink plastic panties crinkled loudly in the room, practically announcing his presence before everyone.
   Timmy was still carrying his half empty bottle of milk as Taylor led him to what looked like a kitchen area and she helped him climb awkwardly into a large highchair. As soon as he was sitting in place, Taylor snapped a glossy pink tray that locked into either side of the chair, effectively trapping the blushing, diapered sissy. With her high-heeled foot, Taylor pushed the stepping block out of the way, causing Timmy's Mary Janes to now swing helplessly. Two velcro bands were soon secured around his wrists, rendering him completely helpless and immobile. Worse yet, he was starting to feel a strong urge to pee but fortunately, he was able to block it for the time being.
   Taylor came over with a tray that was partitioned with some sort of food, none of which looked very appetizing. Without a further word, she began spooning it into Timmy's protesting mouth, even as he squealed and tried to pull away. When he didn't swallow it fast enough, Taylor pinched his nose, making him open his mouth for another serving of the slop.
   Alas, the traumatic feeding was too much for Timmy and with little more control than that of a toddler, a flood of hot pee suddenly poured into his big, fluffy soft diapers. Timmy felt absolutely infantile, squealing with panic, but the pee kept flowing strongly, soaking the soft layers of cotton cloth between his legs before seeping back into the fat, absorbent seat of his diapers.
   The other sissies watched him with amusement, seeing the new bedwetter being fed and treated just like a big baby.
   Taking another baby bottle of warm milk,Taylor held it in place as Timmy washed down the horrid flavor of his lunch. His cheeks blazed with shame as the warm, soggy cotton cloth embraced him within his snug plastic panties.
   Suddenly, just at that moment from down the hall, Timmy could hear the distinct sounds of a wooden paddle being used. With a steady rhythm, he could hear the sharp slaps and swats every time the paddle impacted some other unfortunate sissy's bare bottom. In no time at all, plaintive wailing and shrieks could be heard and Taylor smiled knowingly at him, looking down at him with a grin of smug superiority. Even the other sissies in the room shivered with nervous tension, knowing that any one of them could easily be next. Timmy's still stinging cheeks twitched anxiously as he imagined the poor sissy getting spanked hard.
   One last, long flow of pee finally emptied into his diapers and Timmy shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable. Taylor kept the bottle to his mouth, and he whimpered weakly, not wanting to nurse from the bottle but unable to do anything about it. Finally, after it was drained, Taylor set the bottle down and she took a warm wash cloth and wiped down Timmy's messy face.
   Knowing he'd just wet his diapers like a baby, Timmy blushed as he looked into Taylor's pretty eyes before shyly looking away. A slight scent of pee wafted up around him and he wondered if she could smell it too.
   Taylor put away the lunch items and then undid the velcro wrist restraints before removing the tray table. Helping him out of the highchair, her slim hand came down and squeezed the warm seat of his fat diapers. Timmy squealed at her unexpected contact and the other sissies looked at him expectantly.
   â€śWell, looks like our little bedwetter has already soaked his diapers,” she announced to everyone with a haughty grin.
   Timmy's cheeks flushed red  with shame as he was led waddling over to one of the playpens in the room, all eyes upon him as Taylor helped him inside where he landed on the padded, vinyl covered surface with a warm, humiliating squish.
   â€śWe've found that when our sissies wear wet diapers for extended periods, it gives them extra motivation to try harder to stay dry at night,” she explained as he handed him some toys to play with.
   One of the other diapered bedwetters with a pink pacifier in his mouth gazed back at him with a knowing smile, happy that the newcomer was being put in his proper place.
   Somewhere, a bell rang and several of the nurses came down the hall, each carrying a tray with a collection of imposing butt plugs and lubricant. Looks of anxiety crossed most of the sissies faces as one by one, they were forced to bend over and have their diapers pulled down. Most willingly spread their legs as the nurses forcefully stuffed the fat rubbery plugs deep into their rectums. Nevertheless, nearly all of them cried out as the massive objects were pushed into their pouting holes. The nurses merely smirked, slapping their bare bottoms and yanking their diapers back up in place.
   Timmy was one of the last to receive his own and he whimpered in fear as one of the tall nurses abruptly stood him up, bent him unceremoniously over the playpen rail and pulled his soaking wet diapers down.
   Timmy cried out, protesting and squirming but the nurse was as determined as she was beautiful. She slapped Timmy's still pink bottom and positioned the fat, lubricated rubber plug at his sissy hole.
   â€śYou'll get this for an hour every day while you're here,” she explained tersely, “We find it makes our sissy boys more compliant.”
   Timmy whimpered weakly, not wanting to get another spanking but he he squealed loudly when the slippery latex plug was pushed forcefully past his clenched sphincter.
   â€śOHHH!!!” he cried pitifully.
   Another harsh slap on his damp cheek and the nurse yanked his wet diapers back up around his hips.
   Timmy wiped a tear away from his eyes as he stood there, humiliated and contending with the full, emasculating feeling of having his back passage now stuffed to capacity.
   Taylor came back over to him and bent over the rail of the playpen, a sweet smile on her face as she revealed an eye-popping view of her big, round breasts to the flustered sissy.
   â€śHere you are, Timmy—another bottle to make you feel better,” she said pleasantly.
   Timmy sat back in the playpen, the fat, rubbery plug burrowing into his rectum, surrounded by plush toys and plastic blocks as he nursed uncertainly from the bottle of warm milk.
   He had only drained half the bottle when he heard a number of female voices coming down the hallway and as he looked up, he spied a group of young women, chatting excitedly as they were led into the room by another nurse. Once they entered the room, they stopped in shock as they took in the sight of the various sissies, wearing their prissy baby dresses and diapers. One dropped the rattle he was holding with a clatter as his face blushed a bright red. Timmy could well imagine that at that moment, his diapers were probably getting used for their intended purpose.
   â€śLadies—welcome to the Bedwetter Institute,” the nurse announced to the women surrounding her, “This is the sissy wing of our facility, and as you can see, the patients here receive a...modified program from the other wing you just visited.”
   The young women stepped tentatively farther into the room, gaping at the embarrassed bedwetters doing their various childish activities. They couldn't help but giggle as they looked down on the blushing sissies and Timmy wished there was some way he could escape, but he also realized that was totally impossible. Taylor brought one of the girls over to the side of Timmy's playpen, a twinkle in her eye as she introduced him to the grinning female.
   â€śTimmy, these young women are visiting from a job fair being held at the university. Some are aspiring nurses who wanted a look at alternative caring methods like we offer here.”
   Timmy cringed at the unexpected attention and he tried to hide the baby bottle he had been nursing from. However, that only seemed to call attention to it and the girl reached into his playpen to pick up his bottle.
   â€śHere you go sweetie,” she said with a smirk, “Drink from your ba-ba.”
   Timmy tried to pull away but Taylor held him in place as the young woman pushed the wet nipple into his quivering mouth.
   Timmy blushed anew as she was forced to nurse like a baby before these two superior women.
   Taylor reached down and slipped a finger inside the elastic waistband of his nursery print plastic panties.
   â€śLooks like this sissy needs his diapers changed,” she announced for the visitor's benefit, a smug look on her pretty face.
   The girl holding the bottle giggled as she watched Taylor help Timmy climb out of the playpen to lead him over to the well stocked changing table nearby. His diapers had started to sag from all the pee they were holding and Timmy sat down sullenly, unhappy to have this most humiliating ritual performed before a bunch of snickering girls.
   Soon, Taylor was peeling his damp plastic panties down off his fat, wet diapers and depositing them in the nearby diaper pail, a container that let out a sour, pungent odor when the lid was opened.
   â€śWow, you sissies really wet a lot, don't you?” she said with a condescending tone.
   Timmy whimpered but continued nursing on his baby bottle as Taylor unpinned the soggy wet cloth around his hips and pulled his diapers out from under him.
   The girl next to them gasped but then laughed openly as she took in the base of  his big pink butt plug and the tiny steel chastity device locked over his baby-sized pen-is. Timmy reached down to try and cover his privates with his hand but it was an entirely futile gesture.
    By now, a number of the other girls had come over to watch this sissy having his diapers changed. Timmy fidgeted and kicked his glossy Mary Janes as Taylor slid a fresh trio of thick, bunny-soft diapers under his pink bottom.
    “As you can see, ladies,” Taylor addressed them, “sometimes we have to spank these little bedwetters; they may cry like babies but believe me—it does them a world of good.”
   The group of young women burst into laughter as Timmy cringed beneath their amused stares.
   Tears of humiliation were brimming in his eyes as Taylor grabbed both his ankles and swung them over his head, exposing his spanked backside to everyone.
   â€śThis is a bedwetter's best friend,” she explained as she slowly smeared diaper rash cream across his punished buns.
   Lowering his legs, she sprinkled baby powder all across his front, surrounding him with its distinctive, babyish scent. Pulling the soft cotton layers up, she pinned his voluminous diapers around his hips.
   â€śOkay, which one of you ladies would like to help me select our little sissy's plastic panties?” Taylor asked them.
   A blond girl eagerly knelt down and began sifting through the stack of panties alongside the changing table.
   â€śHow about these?” she asked with a grin. In her hands were a shiny white pair of waterproof panties with playful polka dots.
   â€śPerfect!” Taylor exclaimed as she took the crackly panties and pulled them over Timmy's Mary Janes. The sissy whimpered weakly and kicked a little as she pulled them up his smooth, girlish legs, tugging them over his fat, fluffy diapers.
   â€śThere you go!” the blond girl giggled, “You're all safe and protected again!”
   Timmy was absolutely mortified and his cheeks blushed a bright red.
   â€śOkay sissy boy,” Taylor said as she crossed her arms over her generous bust, “It's baby's naptime now. Come on—playtime is over.”
   Timmy felt immature and childish as Taylor grasped his wrist and led him waddling out of the room, his cute plastic panties crackling loudly with each step of his prissy Mary Janes. Taking him back down the hallway to the nursery, Taylor tucked him in the crib and gave him another bottle of milk. As he submissively began nursing, she tucked  a teddy bear under his arm and started the mobile above his head, filling the room with happy toddler music.
   Timmy tossed and turned for awhile, reliving the intensely humiliating events of the day in his head before he finally drifted off to sissy slumber. And, as so often happened when Timmy reached a state of dreaming, the floodgates opened up and he proceeded to completely soak his diapers.