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.
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