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.
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