I really loved the start to this story and I hope you are able to write another chapter soon x

Hi thanks for replying. I am in my thick night-time Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants and t-shirt with AB plastic Bib with Nuk dummy attached. AB should always have dummy clipped to bib. Bet you look great in your thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants with rhumba pants over them. I like thick Terry Nappies that make AB waddle or having to crawl. Imagine a village of ABs and the washing lines full of Thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Big Plastic Bibs, Rompers, Babygros, short AB dresses. Prams in the garden or out in the streets and all ABs in their thick Terry Nappies, Rubbers/Plastic Pants, Plastic Bibs, AB Babygros/Rompers, etc all the ABs have Adult size Cots with plastic sheet covering the mattress. Would love stay in that village. Antonia, I hope your nappied every night in this Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants etc with dummy in mouth all night. Nappy checks in the morning, fingers of Daddy, Mummy, uncle putting their fingers inside tge leg of ABs Plastic Pants and announcing Baby has wet his Nappies again. Steve UK

Hi from hot part of Scotland. Going to get hotter too. Day off so for me double Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, AB Rompers with 5 poppers at crotch area. Big Plastic Bib that comes down to my waist, dummy clipped to bib. White socks as well. Brekkie will be bowl rice crispies and strawberry yoghurt mixed in with crispies. My Plastic Bib is necessary to catch any dribbles from my brekkie. Would love have AB highchair and then after brekkie made to stay in Highchair by my Daddy. As he clears up and wipes my chin with my Plastic Bib he says "oh we have a visitor coming later this morning". I look at him with panic on my face. This news causes me to wet my Terry Nappies. He says you can stay in your Highchair til they get here. He starts to wash up the breakfast plates. My dummy has been put in my mouth. He goes upstairs to my nursery, he comes back with couple AB Rompers, more bibs, more Plastic Pants and some of my thick Terry Nappies. He places them around the living room. He also brings down some of our photo albums which contain lots of pictures of me in various AB outfits, Bibs, etc but always with me in thick Terry Nappies and Double Plastic Pants clearer on show. There are also pictures of me in a big Silver Cross pram in the garden. Above me on the washline is around 20 thick Terry Nappies at least 60"x60" and over 20 pairs Adult Baby Plastic Pants in various colours!!! Who is coming to visit?? Do I know them?? Do they know me?? And the fact I am kept in thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants 24/7??            Have finished my brekkie now, got myself happy in my Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. Will take lots water today becos of hot weather. All take care if in UK, take on water to keep hydrated. Will all this water cos me to wet my thick Terry Nappies?? I bet it does. Steve, Scotland.

Nutcracker Season:

Over the next several weeks things became rather routine in the Jones house. Saturday morning was always a deep clean day where John would put on his new uniform and clean the house for several hours. In the later morning and early afternoon his mother was teaching him baking and cooking as well. “The fact that you cook and clean will make you very valuable to someone in the future” she would say with a wink and a smug expression.

While John 6 months ago would be watching tv or playing video games all day, Saturday was now replaced by mopping the floors and scrubbing the toilets. He was still getting used to his new maid dress/costume. He realized quickly it wasn’t really a functional dress for cleaning. If he stood complete still the dress would end at the top of his thighs which made him incredibly self conscious. Since it was a leotard it would perfectly hold and display his small boyish bulge. He was constantly tugging the front of the skirt/tutu to cover it. Anytime he bent over it would rise up exposing his bulge and butt. The new high heels character shoes he was wearing gave him several more inches which only made him look taller and more awkward with his all ready long legs. When he would scrub the toilets on his hands and knees his large butt would be sticking out with his skirt fully hiked up which whenever his mother would see would always give a playful slap.

He also became a master at cleaning, folding and organizing his own nighttime diapers. If he was lucky he would be dry maybe 2 or 3 days of the week but most mornings he would be waking up to a soaked diaper. His mother’s training has been working out incredibly for him she thought, yet she still insisted on diapering him every night. Nobody but Mrs. Stall and Susan knew John was in diapers, but she never thought on how much she missed this. She liked preparing her son every night for bed. She actually enjoys treating him this way. She could never explain it rationally, but somehow seeing her teenage son in diaper, plastic panties and a frilly nightie made her ecstatic with joy. She in a way had her baby again, a feeling she wishes would be forever, but at the same time she is old enough to appreciate it.  Sure John’s erections we’re uncomfortable for her and embarrassing for him, but at the same time, she would think “maybe he can stay like this forever, I mean, he can’t go off to college if he’s in diapers still. No woman or man would want to live with him if he wet the bed like a baby every night”. And at those moments she would smile ever so large. Knowing she has her only son, her only baby forever. She would think about her Ex-Husband and would laugh out loud thinking if he could only see his son now. She loved the power she had over John and her Ex-Husband now. It was a power she did not want to give away and only wanted to make it stronger. Keep John a diaper depended sissy Mama’s boy. Keep him like that and he will stay forever.

Every Monday after school is when John would go to the Stalls and would clean there house for several hours. His mom would drop him off in front with his maid outfit on. Since it was cold he could somewhat hide the dress with his winter jacket but the way his jacket and dress was cut, he looked ridiculous and would always daintily run with his heels on to their front door as fast as he could so nobody would see him. He would than start the process of cleaning the house for them. He particularly enjoyed cleaning Susan’s room. Carefully making her bed, arranging everything to be perfect. If he knew Mrs. Stall was downstairs he would sneak into Susan’s underwear drawer and start feeling and sniffing. He didn’t understand how this girl took over his life so quickly and yet he was somehow falling for her. He would try and shake the pictures of her naked, or in the bra and panties he would be touching and sniffing of a better looking girl, like Cindy Rockwell but somehow he would always finish thinking about Susan.

Lucky for him Susan would usually always have cheerleading practice after school so he didn’t have to deal with Susan’s abuse and Mrs. Stall would only bother him slightly by asking him to reach high up stuff. After his first week of cleaning the house his mother picked him up and saw how Mrs. Stall was making coffee for Janet and herself. Janet snapped at John when she noticed this “John, you didn’t offer to make coffee? You know how to do that and set up a plate for snacks. I’m so disappointed in you. I been teaching you these things for weeks and you just forget”! John quickly tried to think of an excuse but just came out a stuttering neurotic mess. “You mean he’s been holding out on skills he has? If I knew this I would have loved to see him shine” Barbara said. “Oh Barb, he makes a cup of coffee and a cookie to die for. And I been teaching him to cook as well, I’m telling you, in a few months I could have him taking care of an entire family house”!

The real women laughed and made further comments about John being a sweet domestic little miracle and how they could really make some money if they used him like a cleaning service. John was getting very uncomfortable with this conversation and started putting his jacket on to hopefully hint to his mother that it’s time to leave now. As his mother was walking towards the front door Barb was saying “all right, well with see you both next Saturday after the nutcracker” in which Janet replied “We’re so excited. I got John a great new outfit for his first ballet. We’re so excited to celebrate after with everyone”!

John groaned. A “new outfit”? He was going to be in public. Would could it even be? He thought about asking his mother but figured it would be pointless and it’s just better to accept the fact he’s wearing whatever he’s wearing. He drove back silent thinking what could his outfit possible be. She wouldn’t make him wear a dress in public would she?

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