Another story will follow in a week or two, it will not be an epic or too long, most likely a few chapters at most, but this idea is one I haven’t considered before.

I appreciate that we all share the same loves, but most of us cannot risk being exposed and shamed in front of family and friends. Only my partner knows of my situation, they are not a part of it, we now sleep in separate rooms. Occasionally they buy me a baby blanket or a packet of muslin nappies but otherwise I keep the depth of my habit a secret. Plastic pants are hidden away, a definite no no. Washing is a real problem with terry nappies and I have to choose my times carefully. Increasingly I am using disposable nappies.

There are many hundreds of readers who are voyeurs that enjoy the stories but are so nervous of discovery that they do not feel safe to even leave a comment. It’s a shame that our loves are not as easy as being gay, being a trans or other deviation. The word you see most is “sick”. I am not sure things will change any time soon, going to the toilet in a nappy disgusts most people and is never going to be socially acceptable.

Antonia, I am sorry this story has ended. You have a gift for getting all of us Nappies, Plastic Pants wearing guys xcited. Our Plastic Pants stretching against our AB Rompers or Babygros. Our dummies being suc-ked harder and slower as we see the words Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Rompers, Plastic Bibs, Bottles, Dummy etc in print. The Terry Nappy change of Baby Andy, the rustling of the Plastic sheet on his Adult Baby Cot mattress. His Plastic Pants being pulled down to X pose his thick very wet Terry Nappies for all to see as he suc-ks his AB Dummy. His life to be one of him being kept in thick Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, Rompers, Babygros, etc. Out in Pram in his AB clothes for all too see and make comments about. Thanks Antonia for this great story. Steve UK

Thankyou for this i love that they turned the nanny in to a clueless slave. Your wicked women are great you should be proud.

Chapter 15

Suzanne took to wearing nappies full time and she was embarrassed when Olivia purchased three dozen 70x70 Brightbot nappies for her own personal use. Each nappy had her name tag stitched in. In addition, there were a dozen plastic pants of clear vinyl and rhumba panties with lacy ruffles and trim round the waist and leg holes.

[authors note: take one nappy and open it out flat. Take a second nappy and fold it in half. Pin the two long edges of each nappy around the waist of baby, fastening left, then right with a nappy pin. Pull the other end of the opened nappy through the legs and pin to the folded nappy first on the left then on the right. Now for heavy wetting take a third nappy, fold in half and insert it lengthwise to cover front and back ends of baby.]

Andy and Suzanne were getting through a dozen nappies each a day. The washing line was heavy with fluffy bright white nappies fluttering in the warm air, the baby pants hanging like puffy globes as they dried in the sun. There were well over twenty terries gleaming in the early morning sun. Softened water meant that they were super soft and as if they had used a fabric conditioner, which as all mothers will tell you makes them less absorbent. These were super thirsty nappies. At the very end of the line were four bamboo booster pads that Suzanne had been trying out for night time use. These were eight layers of super silky soft bamboo nappy!

Suzanne continued her duties as usual, the only difference was that she was becoming as incontinent as her charge.

Three months later

Suzanne wakes up late in the afternoon, Norma had fed her a bottle the night before and it had been heavily laced with sleeping pills. She goes to her wardrobe and it is filled with large baby dresses. Her underwear, shoes and all adult clothing has gone, all replaced with infantile versions.

Olivia has never paid her, claiming that her wages had all gone towards her keep and layette. Suzanne was now effectively working for nothing, a slave dependent on nappies and her dummy. She had no money, no phone (it ran out of battery and nobody had a charger), now she had no outdoor shoes and would have to venture out in baby bootees and baby clothes if she wanted out. Her days were monotonous, every day was the same, looking after Andy, cleaning the house, preparing the meals, doing the washing up, making sure the laundry was kept up to date and keeping herself clean.

Now she went about her duties dressed in a bubble romper that enclosed her fat nappies comfortably. She had a different colour for each day of the week, all with delightful smocking across the top. She no longer wore a bra, but her heavy duties had lost her a lot of weight and she could get away without wearing one. Attached with a nappy pin to her top was a ribbon that secured her dummy that never left her mouth except for drinks and meal times. A bib protected her romper from her dribbling.

She was now doubly incontinent and had no control left at all. Her nappies were an essential part of her life and Olivia had given her a Princess plastic wrist watch that was designed to remind her to go on her potty but in her case was to remind her to change her soiled nappies. Norma had now totally embedded the wearing of nappies to be a normality for her as she performed here duties. They had a weekly session where Norma scrambled her head with what she thought was reality and what was false but had been woven into her subconscious. Her childhood memories were now mostly fabricated and had her mother encouraging her to act the baby and use her nappies accordingly.

Norma had other items on her agenda and made Suzanne crave baby clothes rather than her nanny’s uniform and smart adult clothes which Olivia cleared out and sold on Vinted. Her lap top, iPad and iPhone were all purloined and sold off along with her jewellery. They bought her a necklace that locked around her neck and spelt out the name BABY. A bracelet made of beads spelled SUZY BABY but this contained a tracker that meant she could never escape their clutches.

Suzanne’s day started at six in the morning and finished at ten at night. Norma had fabricated the story that she wanted to do this work because Olivia had rescued her. Olivia protected her, fed her, clothed her and kept her safe. It was Olivia that had bought her all of those brand new nappies that she was wearing and the plastic baby pants that kept her wetties inside and protected their furniture and carpets from her babyish messes.

Her room now looked like a nursery, but lacked the luxury of baby toys and trimmings. It was spartan but functional. Her nappies and plastic pants were easily accessible as were her bibs and bootees. The most noticeable feature was her large Mickey Mouse alarm clock on which she was so reliant. Her bed had no bars but her bedding was pure girly Disney, with a plastic sheet on the mattress to keep it clean.

Chapter 14

Norma arrived with Olivia, Suzanne let them in, her wet nappy concealed by her nanny uniform. She excused herself quickly as she explained that she had she was a bit behind and needed to attend to Andy who needed a change and was in need of his tea. He was living the life of a baby barely six month’s old. He was sleeping, waking up in the morning, having a nap, waking for an hour or so, eating lunch, then going down for a nap. Playing for a few hours, having tea and going back to his cot.

The constant bombardment of his mind with subliminal messages and Norma’s sessions had taken their toll over the eight weeks of his confinement. He was now totally incontinent and unable to hold his pee or his soiling. He was totally nappy dependent and had fully accepted his situation, if he felt the remotest pressure then he released without knowing what was happening. It was the growing warmth that confirmed his lack of control.

His dummy had become a major source of comfort, initially it has been strapped in, then it was taken willingly as he grew to depend on its soothing properties. Now he had to have at least three dummies within easy reach. He had been taught that a dummy plugged in meant no talking, so for the past eight weeks he had not spoken more than a few words. His speech while suc-king a dummy was no better than infantile burbling and usually ignored.

Another disturbing problem was the tapes that played continuously in his ears as he slept. His soft woolly bonnet fed him a diet of information or more correctly misinformation. He had been taught a limited and completely new language of baby talk and this was about to be enforced in the next stage of his training.

Norma waited until Suzanne had finished cleaning and feeding Andy and stopped her giving him his vitamin serum in his milky bottle.

“Baby want mookie bokky” spluttered Andy past his dummy. He was quite addicted to his sleepy time bottles now and could not sleep without his special drink. Norma watched the front of his baby pants as the white nappy beneath the transparent vinyl quickly went yellow.

“Are you a big boy Andy”? She asked him.

“Yeth, me Olivia boy fwend” he told her, feeling a pressure building in his tummy.

“Does Olivia like her big boyfriend to wear baby nappies and plastic baby pants”? She asked.

“Sometimes baby have akkidents and Olivia make me wear nappies to stop messes”

“Is your nappy wet now”? Andy had no idea, he wet when it happened, he had no control. Now a log was pushing out of his bottom and was pressing against the disposable nappy that lined and protected his terry. Norma spotted the signs. “Are you going to make Olivia a dirty nappy”?

“No, Andy big boy, me no go poo in my nappies” he said starting to suc-k his dummy with desperation as the pressure built. The soiling plopped into the back of his nappy and the babyish act made him feel happy. He strained and grunted to force everything out, being a little constipated made the act more enjoyable. He moved from his crawling position and sat on his mess, the solid lumpiness felt really good between his cheeks, and as he moved back to his knees it fell to the low part of his nappy between his legs where the sensation was magnified many fold.

“Goo goo ga ga poo poo nappy” he gurgled as Norma looked on fascinated by his regression. Olivia came into the lounge as Andy was emptying his bladder into his newly dirtied nappy. “Mama, Mama” he exclaimed. Olivia hugged him close and felt his filthy nappy, massaging it gently in to him.

Andy had almost reached rock bottom in his regression, and there was little chance of him coming back from his lowest position. He was free of his former stressful life, he didn’t have to make any decisions as everything was decided for him.

Norma regressed him easily and reaffirmed that everything he had achieved was perfect for his future and wellbeing. Andy let a final stream of pee enter his nappy and fully emptied his bladder. She reinforced the pleasure that people got from his beautiful baby talk and that nobody thought he was clever using long grown up words. Andy glowed and radiated happiness. He worked his dummy, his dribbles making his bib wet. “Bocky Nana, want bokky” he pleaded and began to get anxious.

Suzanne saw the gesture from Norma and came into the lounge with his heated bottle of special milk. Norma held Andy tight as he eagerly suc-ked down his baby bottle. He was almost asleep by the time the bottle was empty. Unusually Olivia took him up to the nursery for a change, leaving Suzanne and Norma together.

Norma told Suzanne to sit next to her and talk about Andy and tell her how they were getting on. They spoke for a few minutes, then Norma praised Suzanne for wearing a nappy.

“You are very brave to wear a nappy and let your baby feelings come through” she said touching her knee. “Have you managed to wet yourself in your nappy yet“? She probed softly. Suzanne wondered how she knew these things.

“Why have I suddenly got these childhood feelings”? she asked Norma. “I wet my nappies this afternoon” she said finding it difficult to own up. “I loved the wet nappy so much that I didn’t want to take it off”.

The crystal appeared. “Why don’t we find out”?  Asked Norma. She started regressing Suzanne back in time. They were in Suzanne’s childhood bedroom, it was night, she needed to go potty badly but she was scared of the big toilet and her potty had gone. She felt herself soil her pyjamas and it felt wonderful and became even better when she emptied her bladder as well. It had only been a week since her mother had stopped putting her in nappies as a punishment . Suzanne started crying, her mother came in and without much fuss cleaned her up and put in a thick set of nappies and plastic pants. The punishment was to continue until Suzanne grew up and took her toileting seriously.

Norma explained that her feelings were normal, she was wearing a wet nappy right now, there was nothing wrong with that. Both Olivia and she had known as soon as they came in, that their nanny was wearing one of her charge’s nappies and they could hear the pants from a mile away! They were both delighted that she was sufficiently at ease to indulge her personal desires.

“Do you feel the need to dirty your nappy now? It would be easy to go now and prove that nobody would object or be critical of her. These feelings are irrational, look back at how your own mother made it possible for you to be in nappies like a small baby. How old were you? Five, six years old?”

Suzanne gazed at the pendant crystal in a daze. “Six. I was allowed to be a baby for another week and then the nappies, baby pants, dummies all disappeared. I was sad, but Mummy just carried on as if nothing had ever happened and I slowly became normal again.”

Norma kept reinforcing that wanting to wear nappies was normal, it was no different to being a transvestite or wanting to role play. Suzanne looked reassured and then seemingly made a decision and with a big push and a loud grunt she forced herself to make a dirty nappy. Norma praised her as she slowly and deliberately soiled herself. She told her it was normal, that accepting her needs was healthy. There was nothing wrong with being special, somebody who did not conform to a majority.

Suzanne started to cry, her dirty nappy taking her back to the time of her regression. She feared her Mummy finding her. Norma quickly moved in and told her how good she was to go in her nappies. She brought her back from her hypnotic session and Suzanne remembered nothing. She knew she has started the session in a wet nappy but that had been a secret. Had Norma told her that everybody knew.

Olivia came into the room and Suzanne stood up to go and check all was well with Andy and to tidy his nursery.. What was that sticking to her bottom? It felt like she had a ball of pizza dough in her pants. She wasn’t wearing pants, she was in a nappy, so that meant she had a seat full of poo sticking to her bum. Norma noticed her confusion “you went potty in your nappy while we were having our session” she explained.

Olivia already knew that Suzanne was wearing a nappy, but to know that she had now soiled it was pure joy. “We will talk tomorrow “ was all she said.