24 by DaraJaney

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24 - Part 1

Username: DaraJaney, Nov/24/2005 05:29:15 [-04][new]



0700 Danny’s bedroom in a town in England



Danny wakes up to find that he has had his first wet dream. He is distraught. As far as he is concerned he has just wet the bed. His mother has been over-protective of him since his father left them and he has little understanding of matters sexual. She wanted to send him to an exclusive all-boys school but Danny, desperately wanting to get to know girls, deliberately flunked the entrance exam so that she had to let him go to the local mixed school.



He is useless with girls but he has finally just experienced his first real kiss the day before with Debbie from his class. That has given rise to a sexual awakening that led to this wet dream. He tries to hide the stained sheet but his mother is up early and finds him trying to sneak it out of his room. She too believes that he had wet the bed.



1000 The local high street.



After breakfast, Danny’s mother insists that he accompany her in to town. She goes in to a medical supplies shop and he follows. She has a whispered conversation with one of the assistants who gives Danny a sympathetic look. He desperately hopes that his mother hasn’t told this woman about his little accident.



The assistant directs his mother towards a room at the back. His mother beckons Danny to follow. He does so somewhat uneasily. They enter the room. It is full of cupboards and has a few tables but it is not clear what it is for. The assistant locks the door behind them. “Now we can deal with you more discretely.” Danny assumes that she has locked the door to stop anyone disturbing them.



His mother looks at him. “Danny dear we’ll have to get some nappies for you to wear at night in case you have any more little accidents.” He is mortified. The assistant opens a cupboard. “The disposable nappies are the most discrete. They are very slim but absorbent.”



Danny is frozen with embarrassment. His mother says “I don’t think so really. He did an environmental project in school recently about the harmful effects of disposable items so I’m sure he’ll want to wear the re-usable cloth nappies.” She looked at the red-faced boy. “Wouldn’t want to be accused of hypocracy, would we?” That was the least of his worries.



The assistant opens another cupboard and takes out a pile of cloth nappies neatly folded in a stack. They are obviously much thicker than the disposables. She picks one up and lets it unfold. He looks at the terry cloth, neatly shaped to fit around a bottom and legs.



“Shall we try one on for size?” the assistant asks. Danny turns to run out the door. Before he puts his hand on the handle he remembers it is locked. “Come on now dear”, his mother says putting her hand on his shoulder. “It’s just until we can be sure that you’re not going to wet again”.



She leads him over to a table. She helps him remove his shoes and trousers. He does little to help, not relishing the thought of being put in a nappy even for a moment. He is helped up on to the table and told to lie back. His mother whips his boxers off leaving him with his hands over his genitals.



“You’ll need to shave him around there and use a cream to keep the hair from growing again while he’s in nappies”, the assistant advises. She produces a razor and expertly shaves all around his groin and bottom. She shows his mother the cream and spreads it thinly on his skin.



Then she comes towards him with the nappy. He lifts his bottom when told to and she slides it under him. It fits snugly over his bottom and around the tops of his legs. She uses two large pins to keep it in place.



Danny looks up when he hears a loud crinkling as she flaps out the plastic pants that are to go over his nappy. She pulls them noisily up his legs, over the nappy and makes sure that all of the nappy is carefully tucked inside the elasticated legs.



He is told to get up and walk around. He sees himself in a full length mirror and bursts out crying. The nappy and pants are enormous around his bottom. He begs and begs his mother not to make him wear them. She tells him he has to. He throws a tantrum. “I won’t. I won’t. I won’t.”



The assistant opens another cupboard. She comes over to him with what looks like a pair of oven gloves. He is puzzled as to what these are for. She puts one on his left hand and tightens it at the wrist. He examines it curiously while she puts the other one on his right hand.



“The mittens will stop him from taking the nappy off”, she tells his mother. Danny realises that there are no fingers or thumbs in the mittens and they make his hands useless. He tries to pull them off put can’t get a grip. He holds one under his arm and pulls but it is firmly fastened.



“The only problem is that they make him completely helpless and you will have to spoon-feed him and do everything for him”, the assistant warns his mother. “That’s no problem”, his mother says and she actually looks pleased.



They go to put his trousers back on but they won’t pull up over his thick nappy. “OK, we have something else that might come in handy here”, the assistant says. She opens a wardrobe full of blue cotton bodysuits that button up the front. They look just like something a baby boy would wear except that they are so big.



Danny looks at his mother in desperation. Surely she isn’t going to make him wear this! But she examines the garment with interest. They hold it up against him but it is obviously too small. The assistant checks the rack but that is the biggest one that they have. He is hugely relieved.



“We can get more in next week”, the assistant says. “In the meantime, I don’t know if you want to consider…” She opens the next cupboard. It is full of very frilly baby-style dresses that are similarly much bigger than normal.



His mother is delighted at the idea. He is dumbstruck. There is no way she is getting him into one of those.

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24 - Part 2

Username: DaraJaney, Nov/25/2005 02:30:49 [-04][new]



1100 The medical shop in the high street.



Danny is standing in front of the mirror wearing a big pink dress with puffed sleeves, lace collar and trimmings and several layers of stiff petticoat. In the mirror, despite the huge skirts, he can see his nappy clearly underneath, the dress is so short. He tugs the hem and pushes down the petticoats as best he can, but to no avail.



“Oh he’s embarrassed about the nappy showing”, his mother says. “That’s no problem”, the assistant chips in, “the dress comes with accessories included, such as matching panties.” She holds up a pair of pink panties that are thickly covered all around with rows of lace. She pulls them up Danny’s legs and over the plastic panties. “There we go.”



Danny inspects himself in the mirror again. “They’re worse than the nappy”, he protests. “God, you’re never happy”, his mother scolds mockingly.



His mother picks up a pink bonnet. “Does this come with it too?” “Yes, and the booties”, the assistant replies. “This is ridiculous”, Danny insists but he is soon clad in the bonnet and booties.



He looks sideways into the mirror. His bottom is now encased in a mass of frills between the vast petticoats and the lace on his panties. He continues protesting.



“Please Mum, a joke is a joke.” He stamps his foot. “This has gone on long en-mmmpf”. The assistant has come up behind him and shoved a large pink dummy in his mouth and immediately strapped it behind his head.



“Mmmppff!” he objects. “That’s better”, his mother says and she calmly adjusts parts of his baby outfit. She turns him towards the mirror. If it wasn’t for the fact that he is as tall as her and for the scowl that could just about be made out behind the large dummy, he looks a perfect baby girl.



The assistant appears with a leather harness. “It looks like you may need restraints for him too if he keeps up his protests.” She pulls the harness over him. He totters a little as she pulls it tight and straps him in firmly. She hands the reins to his mother. She gives a little tug that makes him step backwards.



Unable to speak he tries to convey his desperation in gestures and facial expressions. He looks down at his dress and stamps his foot in protest. This just brings sniggering from both his mother and the assistant.



With that he starts crying. He had thought it was bad enough that he might have to wear a nappy in bed overnight but suddenly here he is all dressed up like a pretty baby girl. Surely this is some kind of over-the-top joke.



“We can also provide large play-pens and cots with bars that you can tie his reins to”, the assistant tells his mother. “It looks like you may have your hands full with him so I would recommend them.” His mother nods. “I would also suggest that a high-chair would be most convenient for feeding if you are going to keep his mittens on at all times.” Danny looks on in stunned disbelief as his mother agrees with all this.



The assistant writes down the order. “Do you want to wait for the blue baby suit to come in next week?” she asks. His mother studies some of the other baby dresses in the cupboard. “We do have a special offer at the moment”, the assistant informs her, “three dresses for the price of two”.



“Oh that’s an offer we can’t refuse isn’t it?” his mother says looking at Danny’s incredulous face. She selects a cerise toddler style dress and a mint green dress with an attached frilled pinafore.



“We can have everything delivered to your house later”, the assistant tells her. “Now if you will just step outside to arrange payment.” His mother walks towards the door and tugs his reins. The assistant unlocks the door. Danny is frozen rigid to the spot. Despite all the torment his mother had put him through, it had never occurred to him that she would actually make him go out in public like this!



He tries to resist her tugs and he grunts desperately through his dummy. But the soles of his booties are curved and he is unable to dig his heels in. So he stumbles helplessly towards the door.



He grabs both sides of the door in a last ditch effort to avoid complete humiliation. There are several women in the shop and a few small girls with them. The assistant tickles him under the arm. He involuntarily twitches in reaction to the tickle and loses his grip on the door. He stumbles out into the shop.



Everyone stops and looks. Most are looking at his nether regions. He instinctively tries to push his petticoats down again and visibly cringes. But there is nothing he can do to stop everyone seeing his outrageously frilly panties covering the obvious bulk of his nappy.



His mother drags him over to the cash register and ties his reins to the table. He can do nothing but stand there sniffling while all the customers gather around for a closer look. “I think it’s actually a boy”, someone gasps. Tears immediately flow, confirming this observation to everyone. He wants to protest that they forcibly dressed him like this but the dummy makes it impossible for him to offer any kind of defence. His abject misery confirms to everyone in any case that he is not a voluntary participant in this.



Then he sees a school mate, Jason, with his mother. She seems to be particularly interested in Danny’s outfit. Jason is in fits of laughter too until he notices his mother’s undue interest. She looks Danny up and down with a smile and then turns towards Jason. But he had already escaped out the door!



It seems like an age before his mother had dealt with the business end of things. The assistant asks her loudly “how many cotton nappies to you want?” His mother is unsure. “Oh, I’ve no idea”, she says. “Well, it depends”, the assistant suggests, “do you intend to keep him in nappies 24-7?” “Oh yes”, his mother answers with certainty. This draws sniggers from the crowd that has gathered. Danny just hangs his head.



“We’ll have his other dresses, nappies, play-pen, cot and high-chair delivered later.” Everyone laughs themselves sick at the idea of this teenage boy being kept at home like a real baby.



His mother unties his reins, gives a tug and he follows her towards the door of the shop. He is desperate to get away from the looks of the customers but at the door he realises that he is about to go out into an altogether larger crowd of shoppers in the high street.

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24 - Part 3
Username: DaraJaney, Nov/27/2005 15:59:45 [-04][new]

1200 The High Street.
The place comes to a standstill as Danny trots after his proud mother. She could take a shorter route back to the car but she brings him by the ice-cream parlour knowing that there will be lots of his school friends hanging around there. A gaggle of girls are gossiping when they are silenced by the approaching spectacle. It takes them a while to recognise Danny beneath the bonnet and behind the dummy. “Oh my God! Look at the big sissy baby! That’s Danny.” “Would you look at those panties!” “He’s actually wearing a nappy!”

Their attention turns towards Debbie, the girl who had kissed him yesterday. “Isn’t he your boyfriend?” they tease her. She turns away in embarrassment. “Hello girls”, his mother calls out. He is distraught to find that she is stopping in front of them. He knows by now that there is no point in trying to get away. He stands in front of the girls to his total and utter dismay.

“I’m afraid Danny has got a little problem with his toilet”, she tells them. Danny tears up again. “So it will be some time before you see him at school again.” Danny gives her a very concerned look on hearing this. When they move on one of the girls shouts “If you’re ever looking for a babysitter..” and the rest all offer “and me!”

He is so relieved to get away from the taunts of the girls and into his mother’s car. She belts him into the back seat. He gets many strange looks from other cars, especially when they stop at traffic lights but he just keeps looking straight ahead trying to ignore the wide grins.

1600 At home
A van pulls up outside the house. Danny sits on the couch still with his hands strapped into the mittens and the dummy strapped into his mouth. It was only removed so that his mother could spoon-feed him his lunch – she mashed up some rusk biscuits in milk. He is beginning to feel the urgent need to ***.

A play-pen and high-chair are placed in the TV room and a pink cot is brought into his bedroom. He hears his mother talking to the delivery men. “There really isn’t enough for this and the bed. Do you mind taking the bed away?” Danny is distraught. Is he going to be kept in a cot at night indefinitely? But he is too embarrassed to go out and challenge his mother on this because he would be seen by the delivery men. In any case he can only grunt through his dummy. So he stays on the couch holding his hands over his now very painful groin area.

He hears the bumps against the wall as his bed is carried out. Then he can hear clothes hangers being rattled in his room followed by the noise of a plastic rubbish bag being opened out. Is she throwing out his clothes? He moves towards the door to hear better but is still to terrified to go out and be seen.

“Do you mind taking away these bags and bringing them to the thrift shop on the High Street?” his mother asks the men. “No problem.” When the men walk out to the van carrying the bags Danny opens the door a little so he can ***p out. He can see his mother hanging his two new dresses in an otherwise empty wardrobe. He is about to cry out when he hears the men come back in. He closes the door over again. Tears are flowing down his face in frustration.

“That’s the lot”, he hears a man say and his mother thanks them and closes the front door. Danny immediately emerges from the lounge and goes into his bedroom. In place of his bed is a large cot containing a duvet in a nursery print. In the corner is a table with a stack of nappies and plastic panties.

His mother comes in behind him. He turns to face her and she sees his tear-stained face. “I was afraid I was going to lose you when you started getting interested in girls but now you can stay here and be Mummy’s little baby all over again.” He is astonished. She’s gone completely mad!

But he has a more urgent problem. He gives her a desperate look as he cringes from the pain of his bladder. “Have you wet yourself?” she asks. He shakes his head. “Well, let me know when you do”, she tells him and leaves the room.

He knows he can hold out no longer. He braces himself as he allows a little *** to emerge. He feels the warmth at the front of his groin and then he stops. He sighes heavily and tries to relax. A long stream of *** comes and the warmth spreads from the front all around his bottom.

When he is done he just stands there for a minute unable to believe that he has been reduced to this. Here he is standing in a soaked nappy, wearing a baby dress complete with panties and bonnet and suc-king on a dummy. Not only that, but it seems certain that this is the way he is going to be for a long time.

He tentatively takes a few steps out of the room feeling the excess *** swishing around in the bottom of his plastic panties. His mother knows immediately from the broken look on his face that he is wet.

She brings him to the changing table and removes his frilly panties and dress. She checks the tops of his legs for any leaks. “Those plastic panties seem to do the job. I don’t think we’ll need to resort to the disposables.” Danny finds himself wishing that he could wear the slimmer disposable nappies rather than these thick cotton ones that he can feel with every movement and are so obvious to onlookers.

He is cleaned with baby wipes. His shaven groin still smarts. He is pleased to feel the cool cream being spread on his skin. He turns on his tummy while his mother works on his bottom. When he turns back she is holding a clean nappy and says “bottom up” with a cheerful grin. He scowls back at her but lifts his bottom nonetheless.

She pins him in and pulls up a dry pair of plastic panties over his nappy. “Oh cheer up”, she says to him. Some chance! Then she starts tickling his tummy. Despite his abject misery he can’t help but giggle. He squirms as she continues to tickle him. It goes on for a few minutes until he is sick with laughter. He is actually relieved when she stops to put back on his frilly panties and dress.

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24 - Part 4
Username: DaraJaney, Dec/2/2005 03:38:07 [-04][new]

1730 In the kitchen Danny sits strapped into the high-chair waiting for his first bottle. His feet seek a rung to rest on but there appears to be none so they dangle in mid air.

His mother pours the heated milk into the bottle and screws on the top. She comes towards him and he eyes the teat dubiously. She puts the bottle on the tray in front of him while she unstraps his dummy. Then she picks up the bottle and he allows her to put the teat in his mouth. He starts to suc-k. Again, he can’t believe he is doing this but what choice does he have. He is completely trapped.

All afternoon he tried to think of ways of escape but his mittens stayed on at all times and since the furniture was delivered his harness was always tied to the pen or the chair.

He has been suc-king for a few minutes when she asks if he can hold the bottle himself. He can just about hold it between his mittens. She goes back to the cooker.

For the meal she has a pork chop, potatoes, cabbage and peas. She mashes up some potatoes, cabbage and peas with milk in a bowl. She ties a bib around his neck and starts spoon feeding him the ma********tastes disgusting. She knows he hates sprouts but he is at her mercy.

When she has spoon fed him the full bowl she takes it away and returns with a bowl of trifle which she places on the tray in front of him. She puts the dummy back in his mouth but doesn’t strap it in. She hands him a rattle which he can just about hold. “Now if you are a good baby while I’m having my dinner then you can have your desert.”

She sits down to her pork chop. Danny is reluctant to act like a baby but desperately wants that dessert to eliminate the taste of the sprouts and cabbage. He shakes the rattle. “There’s a good baba”, his mother cooes. He obediently suc-ks on his dummy and gives an occasional rattle. She is amused the way his legs waggle when he shakes his rattle.

She delays feeding him his dessert as long as possible to maximise her hold over him but eventually he gets the trifle. After a couple of spoonfuls she stops. “Clap hands”, she tells him. He sighs. He half-heartedly slaps his mittens together. “Oh now you can do better than that for your mummy.” By the end she has him bopping up and down in his chair, kicking his legs and enthusiastically shaking his rattle.

2100 Danny’s bedroom He can’t believe she is putting him to bed this early. He isn’t the least bit tired! She prepares another bottle and feeds it to him while he knells in his cot clutching the bars as best he can with the mittens.

When he is finished his bottle, she puts his dummy back in. Much to his dismay she straps it in again. She ties his harness to a bar of the cot. She gives him a doll to hold and switches on a tape of nursery songs.

She makes him lie down and tucks the duvet around him. She switches on a baby monitor, goes to the door and switches off the main light. A dim red night-light glows in the corner of the room. She leaves the door slightly ajar.

He can’t sleep. He has wind from the bottle. She has forgotten to burp him. He gives a sigh of relief when the nursery song tape reaches the end but then realises that it is starting all over again!

He looks at the knot of his reins on the bar. It doesn’t seem to be that tightly tied. He looks at the doll his mother has given him. He wonders if he could use the plastic hand of the doll to loosen the knot. He holds the doll between his mittens and tries to poke it into the knot. It is difficult to do but he reckons the knot has loosened a little.

But then his mother is at the door looking in. She tut-tuts as she comes over. “What’s my little baby trying to do? You mustn’t get out of your cot. Goodness knows what would happen to my little darling.”

She unties the rein from the bars and reties it to the leg of the cot, safely beyond his reach. “Now you’ll be safe”, she assures him. He sighs and flops down in the cot again. It is useless.

Eventually he drops off.

0630 Danny’s bedroom He wakes early, dying for a *** and he needs to do a number two as well. He is dreading this. He lets the *** come and floods his nappy. He lies there knowing he is going to have to do the poo but unable to bring himself to do so.

After twenty minutes or so he hears a movement in his mother’s room. He decides that this is the time to do the poo. He won’t be left sitting in his mess for long.

He gets up on his knees and bends over. He pushes and it starts to come but he stops just before it emerges. He squeezes his eyes shut unable to believe the situation he is in. He has no alternative. He pushes again and a stool slides out and plops into his nappy. He has never felt so mortified in his life. But there seems to be more. He repeats the process twice and the smell begins to overwhelm him.

He just lies forward on his tummy and has a good cry. His crying grows louder until his mother hears it over the baby monitor and comes in.

He looks up with a tear-stained face. How has he come to this? Just yesterday he’d had his first wet dream and now just 24 hours later here he is in a cot, having wet and soiled his nappy thoroughly, facing a future in baby dresses and frilly panties.

His mother sees his tears. “What’s wrong dear”, she asks as she steps towards him. Then her nose twitches and she stops. “Oh, I see.” Danny buries his face in the pillow. “Don’t worry dear, you’ll soon get used to it.” He cries until he is all cried out.