The Competition

[antonia]

THE COMPETITION



I know I said the last story was my last, but what the heck!



Chapter One



The game show was bizarre and inspired by one of those weird Japanese creations. Four young men stood in a line with each behind a lectern on which was placed a large 2L jug of red liquid.



“On the count of three each contestant must pick up the jug and drink it down as quickly as possible. The first to finish will receive six points, the second will receive five and so on down to the last contestant to finish who will only get three points. One..…. two …..three!” the announcer said in a clear loud voice.



Andrew in position 3 was the first to finish his drink of cranberry juice enriched with diuretics, tranquilisers and muscle relaxants (although this was a fact only known to the organisers). On the front of his lectern the number six was illuminated. He stood back his lips slightly red from the colour of the juice and he made a slight grimace as the weight of the fluid tried to settle in his stomach.



John in position 1 came in second and five points appeared on the front of his lectern. He had struggled to down the last quarter of the jug and his stomach was distended and uncomfortable.



Richard in position 2 came in third and had spilled some of the juice onto his white t-shirt. His lectern showed three points as the announcer said “Richard has been penalised for cheating and not drinking all of his juice”. A girl came in from the side of the set dressed as a nurse and carrying a baby’s bib in her hand. She went behind Richard and to the delight of the audience tied the white terry bib around his neck. The embroidered inscription on the babyish garment declared “Messy Baby”. Richard looked down in disgust at the humiliating punishment for his accident.



David in position 4 was already struggling to complete his jug and only managed to complete the task in the final seconds of the allotted time span. He had not spilled any of the juice which threatened to make him sick and was giving him severe griping pains, but in the lowest position he was subject to a punishment under the rules of the game. The nurse reappeared and in her hand she carried a little white woolly hat which she put on the head of the young man who cringed with embarrassment as she tied up the ribbons. His lectern also showed three points.



The announcer asked “who is going to win the £50,000 and the trip of a lifetime to paradise? David and Richard, you are in joint last place with 3 points, Richard you are in second place with 5 points and John you are our top player at the moment with six points”. The audience gave a roar and clapped with enthusiasm.



“In the second part of our game the contestants are going to play ‘Arctic Antics’. Here the contestants will be slowly frozen until they give up and remember that any accidents will be punished in an appropriate manner! You are going to love this round!”



The four men came out dressed only in white pants, but those white pants were made of terry towelling and were thick and bulky like toddler training pants. David was also wearing his bonnet and Richard had his bib in place.



Each man took his place in the clear plastic wardrobe filled with a powerful refrigerator. The cold started to build almost immediately and all of the contestants started to shiver within a few minutes. John was looking particularly uncomfortable as the quart of cranberry juice and its added coc-ktail of special ingredients started to make their presence known to him. The need to urinate was starting to become a matter of urgency and he started to writhe as he fought the pain.



All of the other contestants were starting to suffer similar effects.



Four nurses came in each with a plastic plasma bag of red liquid from which came a feeding tube. They affixed the bag to the side of the plastic wall of the cabinet and passed the tube to the contestant. It was more of the cranberry special mix with an additional twist of containing a urinary tract irritant. This would make the likelihood of urination more urgent, but might also bring about an erection to a susceptible candidate.



John was having huge problems, he was starting to bend double as the pressure on his bladder cause by the cold and the cranberry special mix started to attack him. Richard in the cabinet next to his grinned as he saw that his fellow competitor was in trouble, even though he was suffering similar cramps.



Andrew finished his drink first and another six points went onto his score board to give him a total of 12. A red light came on his cabinet and the door opened. A nurse ran in with a large woollen blanket to cover him up. He accepted the warm cover with gratitude shivering as he wrapped it about him.



Richard came in second and made his five points to bring him to a total of eight. The red light came on his cabinet and the door opened as the nurse came in with a blanket for him. She examined his bib for any spills and announced it clean.



David with his little woolly hat had a big advantage over his colleagues and was saving heat loss through his head and came in third and his score board now showed 7 as the blanket was brought in for him.



John was starting to collapse from the cold and he was fast becoming to cold to concentrate on completing his drink that was just over one half consumed. Precious time was being lost and he felt a small trickle escape from him into the waiting terry pants. A loud klaxon sounded, the door of his cabinet flew open and John was wrapped in a blanket and escorted and hassled off the stage by all four nurses. The speed and shock of the events caused him to lose further trickles into his towelling pants.



The nurses took John into a room off set and whipped off his wet pants. One nurse shaved his private parts clean, another applied a thick zinc cream as another moved in with a large square of terry towelling which she pinned tightly and securely about his waist. The last nurse directed his feet through the leg holes of a pair of plastic plants and worked them up his legs and snuggled them over his new protection. John squirmed with embarrassment as he realised that he had been put in a nappy and that the plastic pants were totally transparent allowing full view of his nappy and the teddy headed pins that secured it. They wrapped him in a soft woolly blanket and escorted him back onto the stage. The other contestants were sitting on stools waiting for the next challenge. The audience howled with laughter as John returned and they could see he was dressed in a nappy.



The announcer turned to the audience “we are going to let the contestants have a comfort break, before we continue the next round which will be tongue twister”. The four contestants got down from their stools, but the nurses restrained John from joining them. The announcer who was a rather attractive blond called Jane said “John, you don’t need to go to the toilet because you are wearing a nappy and can use it whenever you want”.



The audience started to chant “wet your nappy, wet your nappy, wet your nappy!”



The other three contestants rushed to the toilets unaware that there was a small camera filming their every move. They arrived at the door with the male symbol upon it, but were dismayed to find the door was locked. One of the nurses went in search of a key as the three of the contestants writhed in anticipation. After a few minutes she returned and opened the lock, Richard pushed through the door and shot past his fellow contestants slamming the door behind him. He wiped his face on his bib, the sweat pouring out of him from the pain and the stress. He now realised that he could put his colleagues into a state of misery by taking as much time as he wanted. He lifted the lid to the toilet, getting himself into a suitable position by lowering his towelling pants slightly. He cried out in horror, this was not a real toilet, it was a solid block of porcelain, there was no font-like bowl, no pool of water at the bottom, just a solid block with a seat and lid. The desperation coupled with the anticipation had made an initial flow almost instantaneous. He fought to apply the brakes on his flow, but the damage to his pants was already assured.



Outside the door the two remaining contestants were being offered nappies for assured relief or another trip that might lead nowhere. Richard came out as they were making their decision “it’s a bloody trick, there is no toilet in that room, just a solid model” he cried almost in tears with frustration, as he lost further dribbles into his thirsty pants.



The nurses pounced on Richard as he totally lost control and let himself flood his training pants. The audience in the main theatre were again howling with laughter as this scene was beamed through to them by the video link. He was dragged still wetting copiously into the changing room and once again they quickly changed him into a nappy and plastic pants with pit stop efficiency. He was taken back into the theatre waddling as the unfamiliar bulk restricted his walking and the audience screamed and shouted for him to wet his nappy.



What on earth was going to happen next?

[antonia]

Chapter 2



“Richard, as you have wet yourself you have been put in a nappy” said Jane laughing “but now you have to pay a penalty as well”. A pretty nurse came in with a velvet cushion on which was placed a pair of woolly booties.  Richard sitting on the stool lifted his feet and allowed the babyish footwear to be tied onto his feet with large pink ribbons. He now sat on the stool with his terry bib, nappy and booties. His score stood at eight points.



“John, you have eight points as well. How is that nappy of yours, have you wet yourself yet?” The audience roared with laughter at this suggestion and John started to squirm at the thought of his need to pee.



Meanwhile outside in the corridor, David and Andrew were bouncing up and down desperate to seek relief from their torture, their two nurses were offering them the chance to choose a nice dry thick fluffy terry nappy, even teasing them by rubbing a nappy across their legs and wafting it in their faces. It all became too much and both of them decided to go for the fluffy option, but allowed total release into their training pants which rapidly coloured and then flooded under the pressure. The two were taken off trailing a stream of wetness behind them. They were shaved and nappied quickly and each had a pair of soft woolly booties tied to their feet.



They were taken back into the studio and David had his little woolly hat straightened before he was taken back to his stool.



“Round three is called tongue twister and to introduce this game we are thrilled to invite one of last year’s losers to come and explain the game. So give a big warm hand to Daniel” Jane shouted as the audience went wild and hooted with anticipation at seeing one of the players from a year ago.



The audience went quiet, a total hush came over the assembly as Daniel came into the studio. A tall dark haired young woman held the leading rein of a pink baby’s harness which was fitted to a waddling over-grown toddler who promptly fell on her bottom as she took a few faltering steps. The dress barely covered the thick nappies and the fall exposed richly ruffled panties. The large pink dummy that was being suc-ked by this over-grown baby shot out and was caught by the red ribbon pinned to her dress with a nappy pin. The woman leapt forward and quickly replaced the dummy and ruffled the long curly hair of her charge.



Jane the announcer seemed as stunned as everybody else. “What happened to Daniel? It is Suzanne isn’t it?” she asked of the dark haired beauty.



“Yes, I’m Suzanne and it is quite sad really. I was going out with Daniel at the time of the show, when he left in week four, which was sad really as he only had two weeks to go. The show is quite psychological isn’t it and I don’t think he was quite up to the pressure. He was very disappointed to have been beaten and took the expulsion badly. The four weeks of intensive trials imposed by the show had left him with a bit of a bed-wetting problem and the show’s producers had tried to support him with some counselling but then sadly his parents died in a plane crash and he went into a real decline. He was studying architecture at college and he was worried that he was going to miss the start of the academic year.



She bent over to ruffle the long curly hair of her charge sitting legs akimbo on the floor suc-king her dummy. “Daniella make a skyscraper for Mummy” she said taking some large blocks out of her sling bag and dropping them on the floor in front of him. The large sissy clumsily attempted to clip the blocks together.



Jane watching Daniel exclaimed in surprise “what happened to Daniel’s thumbs Suzanne?” as she watched him struggling to grip the large bricks.



“He had an accident - it was very unfortunate. We tried to save his thumbs, but they got really mangled, he does not remember the details, so I really do not want to discuss it right now” she said “he relies on me a lot these days”.



Jane, always curious asked “and what happened to his face, why is his nose so small and what has happened to his lips to make them pout so much?”



“When he inherited his family’s money we decided to have some cosmetic surgery. Unfortunately, Daniella had some complications in his treatment and the surgeon took away far too much cartilage from his nose and it left him looking a bit babyish unfortunately. The collagen lip treatment to fill out his lips, which always looked a bit thin and mean, went horribly wrong and he now has lips that look like his dolly’s face.



“Why do you call him Daniella?” asked Jane.



“Ah, another unfortunate episode in her life I am afraid to report. I paid for him to have a penile enhancement operation as compensation for the horrible things that had happened to him before, but unfortunately there were some complications and mistakes as the surgeon thought he had come in for a re-gendering operation” said Suzanne. “He is so grateful that he chose me as his girlfriend and I so love looking after him – don’t I sweetheart”.



“Why did he choose to wear nappies to come on the show? It was a stroke of genius to surprise us all and to come back to the Baby Boomers Show as a baby!”



“Ah” said Suzanne looking a little sheepish “it was a bit unfortunate but he really does needs his nappies as he is totally incontinent. He seemed to regress after all the traumas he had been through. Calling him Daniella seemed to bring him some joy, so it would be nice if you could use his new name.”



Jane turned to Daniella on the floor and asked “How are you Daniella?” she said bending her knees and stooping down to his level.



Daniella replied in gibberish around the large dummy in his mouth.



“Suzanne said “take out your doe-doe baby, so the nice lady can understand you”, she reached down and gently pulled out his dummy. A look of shock and disappointment crossed the face of the sitting overgrown toddler.



“I make skyscwaper” said the big baby holding up a line of three connected bricks, smiling up at Jane.



“You are my clever architect baby aren’t you darling” glowed Suzanne.



“What happened to his teeth and why does he speak like a baby?” said Jane drawing back in shock



“Ah” said Suzanne “it was rather unfortunate. He had an accident and unfortunately it was a misunderstanding at the dentist. His tongue was partially paralysed when he was having his gums mended after the first accident and the dentist damaged some nerves. He is so happy to have me look after him these days – aren’t you sweetheart.” She put his dummy back in his mouth. He suc-ked eagerly on his dummy and a line of dribble ran onto the bib tied around his neck.



Jane was clearly phased by all of this turn of evens which went off script as far as she was concerned. “The next section was going to be called Tongue Twister and Daniella was to have done the judging, but I guess that is out of the question now?”



Suzanne looked surprised “we can still judge this part of the show and I am sure Daniella will enjoy the challenge”. She flashed a huge smile towards the camera, the audience clapped still stunned at the revelations of the last few minutes. She pulled on the reins and Daniella stood up, his legs wobbling and bow-legged. He stood at less than five feet tall and was shorter than his girlfriend who towered above him in her high heels. She looked immaculate in her black silk suit by Versace, her white blouse gaping slightly to reveal white silk underwear trimmed in lace. She looked expensive, she smelled expensive, because she was expensive and her partner looked baby, smelled baby and behaved baby.



Jane looked at her notes and again exclaimed “it says here that Daniella used to be around six foot tall, yet he stands barely five foot now. What happened to him?”



“Ah” said Suzanne with a shrug “it was a tragic accident with the Jeep, I ran into him and crushed his legs, the surgeons had to cut out great lengths of his bones and he turned out shorter and a bit bow-legged. Sadly his muscles do not work very well now and he finds walking almost impossible”.



A board was shown to Jane. “Well we have to take a break there, join us after the break for the next part of our competition”



What would happen next…….?

[antonia]

Chapter 3



The tension went out of the studio as the commercial break was in progress.



Suddenly Daniella spat out her dummy and started shouting “help me, help me  pwease help me, Thuthan ith twying to make me a baby, she hath done howwible fings to me. Her boy fwend has abused me, look what they have done to me. They have stolen all my fings”.



Suzanne reached into her bag and pulled out a syringe and discarded the protective sleeve. “Time for his medicine, he has these fits sometimes” she said smiling nervously and lunging towards Daniella. She jammed the needle into his leg and pressed home the plunger, almost immediately Daniella let out an enormous wail and then slowly his eyes glazed over and his outbust turned to a simpering moan. The studio camera caught the whole event and panned on to Daniella who was slowly slumping forward and about to fall between his own legs stretched in either side in front of him.  Jane reached forward to support him as the studio security guards restrained Suzanne and relieved her of the syringe. She felt an intense sense of pity as she realised that Daniella was using her nappy without any control.



“You bitch” she screamed at Suzanne “what have you done?”



The studio manager was screaming from the front “come on guys we only have 2 minutes left to show time”.



Jane took control “get this rotten tart back stage and give her the full treatment” she screamed “take Daniel to my dressing room and get him cleaned up and get the doctor to take a look at him. Call the police once you have dealt with Suzanne and do your best to make her uncomfortable. We will run the tape when we come back on air and put off the next part of the game until next week’s show”.



“In ten, nine, eight, seven….” counted down the floor manager. The red light lit up on the camera as Jane looked into the lens in order to resume the show.



“Welcome back” she said “while we were off the air there were some amazing events that we will share with you. Can we show the tapes please?” The monitors around the studio showed the stream being sent out live.



The live camera swung round to John who had been wriggling on his stool. He had put up his hand and was desperately trying to attract Jane’s attention as the urges within him built to a level that he could barely contain. His other hand went between his legs and he grabbed himself in a futile attempt to reinforce his resolve not to wet himself. Jane slipped him a glance and grinned. She put a finger to her lips as the video tape was running. The audience sniggered quietly as they became fully aware of John’s discomfort. The Shhhh board was held up to keep the silence in the studio. John’s face went redder and redder as he applied more and more mental energy to protect his dignity.



The floor manager pointed at Jane who resumed her role “and that was while we were off air. In a minute we are going to bring back Suzanne and soon we will let you know how poor Daniel is getting on. We are trying to find out what was in the injection he received”. She turned to look at John who was so red and in such distress that he looked fit to explode “and what is the matter with John?” she enquired.



“I really have to go to the toilet Jane, please let me go” he gasped clutching himself.



“Go in your nappy, that is why you are wearing one silly” she said with a huge grin “can the nurses bring out his mittens, I think he is going to need his penalty prize any second now”. John jumped off his stool and made a run to get off stage, but the security team were under orders not to allow anybody to leave the set while live. Two nurses came in from the wings and gently put on large woolly mittens strapped at the wrist that rendered his hands totally useless. A third nurse appeared and stood in front of him as the camera panned round to Jane, as soon as the camera was off John this nurse kneed him firmly in the front of his nappy. The camera recorded the bemused glance on Jane’s face then panned back to John who was now bent forward as his nappy showed a growing yellow stain that spread across the front and down between his legs. His mittened hands clutched at the front of his plastic pants as he realised the futility of the situation. He stood up, his nappy sagging visibly and hanging on his hips. The audience was cheering and screaming “go in your nappy” in an every rising chant and were thrilled as John lost all control.



The nurses led John back to his stool as Richard who was also starting to feel the need decided that he would use his nappy without making a fuss. However the ever vigilant nurses spotted him wetting his nappy, his guilty face giving away his secret and they signalled Jane who was quickly on his case. “What have we here?” she exclaimed, “trying to be a big boy and use your nappy without telling anybody Richard?” she mocked. “Another punishment needed here” she ordered  as another nurse came in bearing a large pink dummy.



The nurse held the dummy in front of his mouth, but he shook his head and clenched his teeth. The nurse applied some gel to the guard on the dummy and pinched his nose. Richard spluttered and in that instance the nurse rammed in the dummy and pressed it to his lips holding him and the soother firm. She stood back, Richard’s eyes stared wildly as he realised that the dummy had been glued to his lips, he felt a moment of  panic as he struggled to breath through his mouth. He tried to pull the ring of the dummy, but it was fixed fast and hurt his skin.



“We have a solvent that will break down the glue, so don’t worry little one” scorned Jane.



The audience were getting into a frenzy, this show was far better than last year’s and far more humiliating than ever before. The prize money of £50,000 was a lot to these young adults and they would be prepared to do anything to be the winner. Even if it was totally humiliating.



“We are nearly at the end of this episode, but you can view the contestants in the nursery until next week. Andrew is on 12 points, John and Richard are on 8 and David is on 7. Andrew has a penalty nappy, Richard has a bib, nappy, booties and now a new dummy, David has a lovely woolly hat and a nappy and John has a nappy, booties and mittens. They will continue to earn points during the week and if they are naughty will be given further punishments. All the contestants are going to be allowed to use the loo from now on, but will still have to wear their punishments until next week.”



The programme came to a close as the audience cheered and clapped. The four candidates looked apprehensive. In the dressing rooms Daniella and Suzanne were being attended to, what was going to be their fate?  All will be revealed in the next thrilling episode!

[antonia]

Chapter 4



[this story is written for Samantha who is always so appreciative]



Chapter 4



The crew started to usher out the audience who were clearly buzzing over the speed at which events had taken over the show. Jane still had a half our slot reviewing the show and introducing the television audience to the “nursery block” that waqs due to go out in a couple of hour’s time. “Well done guys” she said “you were magnificent”. She looked across at Richard who was starting to take off his booties and bib “what are you doing Richard?” she asked “do you want to be disqualified, those things have to stay on all week until the next show, or you have to earn enough bonus points to have them removed. Did you not read the rules?”



Richard with his dummy firmly glued in his mouth could only grunt and make funny noises. His eyebrows went up and down a lot and his little dummy wiggled about excitedly in his mouth as drool escaped at the side and dribbled down onto his little bib. A couple of nurses came and escorted him back to the changing room where he dressed in a track suit, his wet nappy starting to feel really uncomfortable and the bib now quite wet was beginning to chafe his neck. The other members in his team were all being dressed in their track suits and all had bulging pants where their nappies filled out the track suit bottoms. All of the young men had wet their nappies at the end of the show, when they would not be penalised for using the offensive protection. The smell of urine mingled with baby powder was crèche-like, the men were embarrassed at their total loss of principles.



Jane went to her own larger dressing room. Suzanne had certainly been given a tough treatment. Her hair had been cut off, thinned out and trimmed to the length of a baby just a few months old. In her mouth was a white adult-sized dummy that had been super-glued into her mouth, her grunts were full of muffled obsenities that were expressed with venom. Her arms and legs were manacled to the four corners of a changing table. She was wearing a huge bulk of nappies that ballooned out inside a pair of voluminous transparent plastic pants. Jane asked “has she been shaved and depilated?”



The senior of the nurses answered “yes, she has been totally shaved of all hair and we have even shaved off her eyebrows. She is as smooth as a new born baby.”



Jane went to her cupboard and took out a jar of orange powder “has she been thoroughly creamed and talc applied?” asked Jane and acknowledging the affirmative nod “then we had better add a few specials to this baby’s nappy. Jane took out a vibrator from her cupboard and started it buzzing. She reached inside Suzanne’s nappy and inserted the tool inside her. Suzanne grunted at first with pain and then with increasing pleasure. Jane took the lid off the jar and emptied it deep inside the front of the nappy. “Some chilli powder, very hot from Mexico, you are certainly going to be the hottest sex toy around this week” she said without any compassion. “The hotter you get, the more you will burn, eventually the chilli will powder will get into your most delicate places and you will be desperate to wet yourself just to wash out the pain”.



“Put her in a vinyl lined romper suit, put her in a plastic lined bib and let her wear the rubber Wellington boots and then put her in the transport down to the nursery, we will open up the other wing for her.  Put the rest of this chilli powder around her dummy and let us see how bad her rash will be.



“Where is Daniel?” she asked “and how is he?”



“The injection was a powerful tranquiliser and he will be out of it for most of the rest of today. He has been badly hacked about and surgically damaged. His tongue is badly scarred and has lost a lot of its mobility, which is why he cannot speak properly. His genitalia has been removed and reconstructed so that he has some feelings down there in a false vagina. His thumbs have been surgically removed in order to render him useless, there are very few things he can handle because he cannot grip many things. His legs are a real mess, they have been broken in a number of places, shortened and reset to leave him bow-legged. It must have been agony to bear this level of surgery. The scar tissue is horrendous and they even removed his toes. We have examined his anus, it has been totally destroyed by both surgical intervention and by the insertion of foreign bodies that have torn and scarred him. He is totally incontinent and I doubt that any amount of training will restore him. His only comforts seem to be the suc-king of his dummy and the change into a new nappy. He was well cared for in that respect – the nappy we took off was soft and carefully laundered and there is not a trace of nappy rash”.

“We have washed and changed him, put him into clean clothes and we want to know what to do with him next”.



“Put him in the transport as well, but put him in my room at the facility for the time being. On no account is he to come into contact with Suzanne until I have finished my plans for her, is that understood?”



 â€œYes Ma’m, that is perfectly understood”



Jane picked up her bag and motioned for her assistant nurse to pick up the clothes on hangers. Have Daniel put in the second transport with me” she said “we must get going”.



It took half an hour to get to the nursery block, by which time Andrew and David had leaked so badly that their jogger bottoms had big wet stains on them. Suzanne was writhing in agony as the chilli powder went in so many places that it should not be. She was desperate to wet herself and was grunting and straining to wash off the powder by using her own eliminations. She managed to wet a little but at the same time did more in her nappy than she originally intended. The smell was awful and despite her extreme pain she was on the verge of having one of the largest orgasms of her life. The nurses were steering her towards on of the changing rooms but Jane arrived just in time to shake her head and direct Suzanne to one of the punishment chairs in the facility.



Things round here were going to get interesting and Jane was determined that the viewing figures that were already set to go through the roof would go even higher.

[antonia]

Chapter 5



Suzanne was taken to the punishment room and Jane came into see her. The woman was looking totally wrecked from the abuse that her body had been receiving.



“Strip her down” said Jane to the nurse “and completely clean her from head to toe. I want you to rig her up to the feeding station and start to feed her high calorie, high carbs, on a 24/7 basis. I want this new baby to be the sweetest and chubbiest little cherub you have ever seen. In addition to the feeding of sweet sugary drinks, I want her to be given lots and lots of lovely chocolate on the hour and every hour. I also want her to be intravenously given this drip which contains a potent brew of hormones that will make her body believe that she has given birth, so that these lovely little chappies” (at this point she waggled Suzanne’s bre.asts) “will become as big as melons and start to produce lots and lots of lovely milk”. I want her looked after night and day with no punishments and if she is naughty she will get a double dose of chocolate, but I do want her to eat and drink continuously and will be most upset if we cannot build her up by at least 6 kilos in the next week. By the end of the programme series in six weeks I want her so obese that she will be unable to walk.”



Suzanne shrieked through her dummy, her eyes wide with fear, but all that came out was a babyish wail. The figure on which she had lavished such love and care, had spent a fortune in beauty treatments was about to be destroyed.



The nurse opened a bag and took out the expensive underwear removed at the studio and waving it under Suzanne’s nose said “we will get this laundered for you and you should have it back nice and clean by tomorrow.”



Jane left the room and wandered down the corridor, she opened a door in the wall and went “behind the scenes” where the cameramen could roam about the facility unknown by the inmates and film through one of the many one-way mirrors.



Andrew, John, Richard and David were being briefed by the producers in a lounge area.



The man with a balding head who ran the game and upheld the rules was explaining “..you are all wearing nappies which whether wet or dry are going to be changed every two hours. You do not have to use them, but the use of toilets will be heavily restricted and you are going to have to keep an eye open for one of the lights dotted about the Big Baby House. If the light is green it means that the door is unlocked and you may use the facility. Manage to stay in dry nappies for a whole 24 hour period adds one point to your score. One single accident and you will have one point deducted from your score. Is that clear?” he asked smiling. All four contestants nodded and affirmed that they understood.



“Now for those of you who picked up bonuses like Richard here.” He said looking round at each of them, “Richard will have to continue to wear his bib and booties and he will have to suc-k on his little soother for the duration of the week unless he can do something that will please one of the nurses and she will let him lose one of his punishment items. You will be offered all sorts of deals throughout the week and it is totally down to you what you decide”.



“Don’t forget that this programme does go out live and you will be receiving votes from the public who are also asked to make suggestions relating to each of you contestants. If we think any one particular idea is good fun, then we might use it on the show or in the house. The contestant who gets the most number of votes during this week will get 5 points, the second 3 points and the third will get 1.



The person with the highest score will win the game but remember that every punishment item will count as a one point deduction, so Richard you may have 8 points but you have four items at the moment so your real score is 4 – easy eh?” he laughed.



The crew left, only to be replaced by a team of nurses who took the contestants away for a clean change of clothes. They all returned in generously sized jeans to accommodate their large nappies and white t-shirts (Richard with his bib).



The four young men sat on the couches and chairs and started to find out about each other. Richard with his mouth full of babyish dummy was finding communication more than a little difficult. The other three were already beginning to ostracise him and it showed in their body language as they slowly edged nearer to each other and slowly edged him out of the group. The controller in the video mixing room and the psychologist who was always on hand to ensure that the mental health of the contestants was never compromised looked at each other.



“We might have to offer him a deal” said the pretty psychologist “otherwise Richard might be seriously compromised, I will have a word with Jane and see what she thinks”. The camera panned back onto Richard and closed in on his dummy which he was now suc-king without thinking. The psychologist raised her eyebrows “that is quick, as it normally takes a lot longer for that reflex to come out.”



The nurses came in bearing four large cold beers and placed them on the table, the four men muttered their thanks and started drinking. Over the next hour the nurses delivered three more beers, the conversation escalated between them and because the rules stated that Richard could remove his dummy to eat and drink, so they were allowing him to talk while his glass was lifted.



“Looks like the problem has sorted itself out” said the psychologist.



A small green light came on in a small corner of the wall, Andrew spotted it and stood up “just going to get a jumper, I feel a bit cold”. The others took little notice as he went directly through the door and into a small corridor in which the toilet was situated. He went in and undid his jeans and unpinned the nappy about his waist and slid down his plastic pants until he was able to relieve himself. The four large glasses of beer had started to have their effect and he realised that had the green light not come on that he might have been in big trouble at this moment. He dried himself off and then repined his nappy and pulled up his pants and finally secured his jeans. He went back to the room.



“I thought you went to get a jumper Andrew” said John, who suddenly realised that the green light was on. He leapt from the seat and ran just as David  twigged the situation, “come on mate we can share” he shouted as they burst through the door and into the corridor. Richard realised too late that he might have missed his chance as the green light went out just as he heard the door slam behind his two colleagues.



Richard’s bladder was now busting, just the thought of going to the toilet was enough to start all of the triggers. He clutched himself and noticed that the closed circuit camera in the room had swung in his direction. A nurse came in “Richard” she called “can you come with me please?” Richard stood up and followed her to her nursing room which was all cosy and filled with nappies, plastic pants, bottles, dummies and every babyish item you could imagine. Every nurse had her own room with a single bed in the room and all the things she might need to look after her charge.



“Why don’t you go in your nappy?” she asked “you have missed the green light and who knows when it will come on again?”.



“But I will lose a point” said Richard who was now in pain



“Well what if I make it a real pleasure for you?” asked the nurse “would you like me to make you wet your nappy in a different way” she winked and put her hand provocatively on the front of his jeans and gave a little rub. Richard gulped and suc-ked his dummy with some relish.



“Okay” he said nervously



“Take down your jeans and let me see you properly” said nurse, helping Richard to undo the buttons and pull off his jeans over the still dry nappy. “I expect you are finding it difficult to go aren’t you? Lie down on my bed and I will help you.” She turned on the tap to her wash basin and then without warning pressed down hard on the front of his nappy pushing deftly onto his bladder. Richard gasped and felt a small trickle start to flow, the sound of the running tap quickly turned his trickle into a flood. “What a good baby boy” cooed the nurse smiling as she thought of the bonus she would receive for being the first to make a candidate wet his nappy. Richard had soaked his nappy and it had spread all the way around him. The nurse started to rub his stiffening member through the saturated terry nappy and in minutes Richard was gasping as he was gripped in the power of a massive spurtie. “There’s a really good baby to go in your nappy for nurse” she praised him. “Now instead of losing a point, how about wearing a nice pair of dungarees for me instead?” she asked knowing that this also gave her a bonus.



Richard nodded his affirmation and grunted through his dummy, he was already starting to form a strange bond with this beautiful nurse. She shook out a pair of bright pink dungarees with a cartoon picture of a baby wearing a nappy embroidered on the bib front. The inside of the trouser part of the garment was lined in PVC and the gap between the legs was secured using bright silver snaps. He stepped into the babyish garment and lay down on her bed as she did up the snaps about his wet nappy “I can only change you at the fixed times baby, so I will see you in about half an hour” she said getting him to stand up as she adjusted the straps over his shoulders and fixed them at the back on two large buttons. She then turned him round and pulled out his terry bib from behind the front flap of his dungarees and smoothed it down, noting with some pleasure that it felt a little damp. “Off you go then” she said shooing him out of her room.



Richard left her room and returned to the lounge. The other three roared with laughter as they saw him, a giant pink toddler suc-king on a dummy and from the way his was walking it looked pretty sure that his nappy was wet. Richard withdrew into his shell and noticed that his luck was getting no better and that the green light had again come on.

[antonia]

Chapter 6



Suzanne in a room down the hall was in chocolate heaven being fed all manner of chocolate drinks which were all subtly different in flavour so that she would continue feeding. In her arm was an intravenous drip feeding glucose and hormone in relentless supply. Her bib was saturated with chocolate stains where the incessant feed continued.



The nurse came in carrying a small parcel “your underwear” she announced “I do not expect that it would be comfortable on you even after one day of your special feeds, because you have already been piling on lots of weight and the bottles contain drugs that encourage you to hold fluids. You will be a blimp in just a few weeks”. She undid the front of the Suzanne’s babyish nightie and looked at her bre.asts with professional discernment “these seem to be coming on really well” she said, “but they need lots of massage and we need to apply suction every day in order to encourage the milk flow”. She applied oil to her hands and began a deep and intensive massage which made Suzanne grunt in pain. The manipulation and massage continued for almost an hour, after which time Suzanne was almost crying in pain. The nurse then took a large plastic cup and fixed it over one of Suzanne’s bre.asts before evacuating the air using an electronic vacuum pump. She cried out in pain as the nurse started to fit the second cup to her other side and again drew out the air. Suzanne started to splutter as pain and discomfort came into conflict with the act of suc-kling. The nurse stroked Suzanne’s forehead, and took off the old dirty bib only to replace it with a new white plastic backed terry with the inscription ‘Baby Suzanne’. “You are going to be my blimp bre.ast baby, my little baby milk machine and it will only take a week” she said with glee “in a few days time we will put on the milking nozzles to get you lactating like the little cow you are going to become!”



Suzanne suc-ked some more of the chocolate drink through her dummy gag, which after a day was becoming an almost reflex action. The formula flowed into her mouth whether she suc-ked or not, but the suc-king motion stopped her choking. Her cheek muscles and whole mouth ached from the unfamiliar rubber bulb in her mouth. The build up of pressure in her bladder signalled that it was time for her to wet her nappy and she let go, allowing the warmth to flood over her. She had realised that it was totally pointless to resist and that the nurse was very quick to change when she was wet or dirty. Indeed, the nurse was extremely considerate and all the pain of the initial punishment was becoming a memory as her burnt skin quickly healed. Her largest fear was the effect that the enormous calorie intake coupled with other drugs and hormones was going to do to her. In her own mind she determined that she was going to go along with the whole regime without making any fuss and in six weeks time when the show was finished, she could easily beat herself back into shape and rid her body of whatever toxins they had filled her with. She might not have been quite so compliant had she known the whole routine through which she was going to be placed.



In the Big Baby House Richard was still in his dungarees during the day and because he had taken them as a punishment and not lost a point was allowed to avoid using the toilets for 24 hours, He had wet every nappy and just loved the care and attention that his nurse gave him, she even cuddled him to her warm chest like a baby when she had finished changing him and kissed him softly on his cheek. The other contestants had battled hard to resist using their protective clothing and were still dry at every 2 hour change. Their nurses (who were paid a bonus for every retrograde step in their charges) were less than happy and were not being kind to them at all during change times.



Richard who waddled about the house suc-king his dummy and was the brunt of the other contestant’s humour was quite happy with his lot. He was forming a close bond to his nurse and was enjoying every moment of her gentle administrations and comfort. He know that his 24 hour period was almost up and that he would have to take another penalty point or alternative garment in order to keep his nurse sweet and loving. It was with a slightly heavy heart that he went with her into her room at the 2-hourly change time.



The nurse (who was called Amanda) saw that Richard was in great distress about his performance “look” she said to him with a sweet smile “you are losing on the points, but if you are chosen by the public on the telephone vote, then you could win 5 points and be back up with the rest. Look how easy it is for you at the moment, you do not have to keep an eye open for the green light, you can please yourself what you do and you know I love looking after you. You do know that I am very fond of you don’t you Ricky”.



Richard started to melt under her charms. “If you agree to wear a new outfit for me then you will still have eight points and just have a value minus 2 garment to wear. You will not have to worry about the toilet and you may well increase the public vote. What do you say?” she asked him and putting her arm round his shoulders and giving him a soft lingering kiss on his cheek.



“Okay” he said with hesitation “if you are sure”.



Amanda glowed with sheer delight as she thought of yet another easy bonus going into her account, “come on my best baby, let’s get that wet nappy off and get you into a lovely new dry terry” she said laying him down on a plastic sheet on her bed and giving him a clean pair of plastic pants to hold while she undid the pins to his wet nappy. She cleaned and dusted him before pinning him into a clean nappy that looked a little larger than the one she had taken off. “This is a night time nappy” she explained pulling it in tight before sticking in the nappy pin “this will set off your new clothes and really encourage a good public vote”. She took the pants which he had been waving about in the air and dusted them with baby powder before threading them up his legs. His nappy was so thick that he could hardly draw his legs together as she checked that all of it was carefully enclosed by the plastic plants. The nappy had not cost Richard any additional points, but it had earned Amanda yet another bonus.



She went to the white wardrobe in the corner of her room and took out a garment that Richard did not recognise. Amanda came over working her hands up inside the garment and revealing the hole which she placed over his head. She then threaded his arms through the holes with little puffed sleeves and pulled the garment down, “Stand up baby boy, so I can finish dressing you” she said brightly. Richard slid off her bed as she pulled the garment down to his thighs where it seemed to finish in what could best be described as a bubble. “Now lie back down again while I do up the little poppers” she instructed, reaching between his legs and pulling the back of the garment to meet the front and clicking each snap securely shut. “Oh you look darling, look at you” she enthused tying a clean bib around his neck.



Richard looked into the mirror on her room wall. The figure staring back at him was a large bow-legged baby suc-king his big blue dummy in a romper suit that had a sailor collar trimmed in blue edging that came down to his waist where it ballooned out into a large bubble that was filled by his huge night time nappy. The booties tied with blue ribbon and his bib trimmed and tied with a blue ribbon completed the ensemble.



“Can you say thank you to Nanny?” she asked him sweetly



“Fank you Nanna” he managed to mumble around his dummy, feeling a sudden stirring in the depths of his nappy.



“Come and have a cuddles then” she beckoned with open arms. Richard came forward in a clumsy stumbling gait, his huge nappy making walking very awkward. He staggered half a step before he had reached her and fell head first into her chest. She laughed. “Do you want to have a suc-k on nurse’s titties baby boy?” she asked him, knowing that he was quite unable to refuse. Richard almost came in his nappy at the thought, he thought his heart was going to burst as he was so in love with his beautiful nurse. “You will have to wear a special hat though” she said (knowing that a further bonus was making its way into her account). Richard just grunted a babyish noise past his dummy to her in affirmation. Amanda went to the chest of drawers and took out a white knitted sleep bonnet that she secured with the blue ribbon beneath his chin. Richard noted that this head wear had little knitted ears sewn into the sides and made him look like a little lamb.



She lowered the bib to her apron and unbuttoned her blue tunic to reveal a white lacy bra and took out one of her bre.asts, guiding Richards mouth to the erect nipple. She removed his dummy and he suc-kled her contentedly while she gently rubbed the front of his romper suit. It took only a minute before Richard was going in his nappy. “There’s a very good baby to go in your nappy” she said hugging him to her bre.ast and almost suffocating Richard in the process. More points were being added to her account as he finished his moment of excitement.



“Right my baby boy” she delighted as she popped his dummy back into his mouth “off you run now, Nanny will see you in a couple of hours”. Richard suc-ked a few times nervously on his dummy before making the move to waddle out of her room.



Richard came into the main lounge where the three other contestants were writhing in agony as they waited for the green light to come on. They almost lost all control when Richard came out looking about 18 months old in his babyish romper and looking ready for bed. David roared with laughter and then clutched himself as his bladder control threatened to forsake him. At that moment the green light came on and the three of them rushed out leaving Richard feeling more than a little stupid.



The other nurses were well aware of the success that Amanda had been having and only had to look at Richard to count up all of the bonuses she had earned. They also know Amanda well enough to know that she would have manipulated Richard through his nappy and made him perform like a pre-schooler. They also knew that Richard was probably streets ahead on the weekly points unless they could turn the tide and Amanda would take a share of his success in this division as well.



The suggestions coming from the viewers on what they would like to see were often cruel, sometimes funny and many were just not possible on television. However, one idea was a going concern provided it was handled with decorum and good taste. The nurses were thrilled by the opportunity to make up some points and swell their bank accounts.



The four contestants were sat in front of a stage on which had been placed a large bed and was lit by seductive lighting. Richard sat with his legs akimbo suc-king his dummy and the woolly hat making his world soft and somewhat muffled as it covered his ears. The soft brushed cotton of his new babyish garment felt soft and smooth where it touched his skin and he felt sleepy, even though it was not even 9 o’clock in the evening. His dummy was slowly lolling him to sleep and even the promise of the entertainment in store was insufficient to stop him drifting.



The camera men swung their cameras to the stage to reveal the four nurses getting onto the bed in their uniforms. They then started to undress each other and within minutes were fondling and touching each other in provocative ways. The camera swung round to the four contestants.



Richard who had already had his excitement for the day was barely awake, but the other three were rocking backwards and forwards in an attempt to stimulate their aching erections without the obvious use of their hands. The act became more and more stimulating out of view of the cameras which were clearly focussed on the faces of the three contestants. Richard had almost dozed off and had allowed himself to wet his nappy which for some reason bought back earlier feelings and this led to a stirring. He jolted awake as his wet nappy was turning him on more than the act on stage. The thought of Amanda changing him was a bigger turn on than the act being performed in front of him.



Andrew had decided that he could take no more and was frantically rubbing the front of his jeans in order to get sexual relief. David had undone the zip on his jeans and was rubbing the outside of his plastic pants in order to release his pent up excitement. John had turned to lay on his front (his mittens made manipulation impossible), had slid off his jeans and lay there in his mittens and booties and was making love to the floor mat on which they were seated. In the control room they were roaring with laughter as the three contestants made complete fools of themselves. The viewing figures would go through the roof after this event.



Three nurses came off stage having replaced their clothes. “It looks like three of our boys have wet their nappies tonight”. The sudden look of shock from the three was priceless as they started to protest. “A spurtie is counted as a dirty nappy” they said almost in union “you are all deducted a point or you can have a punishment garment”.



The three went with their nurses, while Amanda came down to Richard who was lying balled up and asleep on his play mat. “Come on sleepy head, let’s get you to bed” she said helping him to stand. She stuck a finger up the leg of his romper “you are very wet, I think I will change you now and get you ready for bed”. Richard released just as Amanda was about to remove her finger and caught her with his wetting. “You naughty boy !” she laughed “you really do like your nappy don’t you?”



Richard realised that he very much enjoyed his nappy now and was not quite sure how he had arrived at this position. He had also mentally come to the conclusion that he did not much care whether he won or lost, but he was going to enjoy his relationship with Amanda to the full.

[antonia]

Chapter 7



We join the contestants at the end of week one.



Richard has opted for the wet nappy option every day and taken point losses rather than more baby wear. He had made a dash for the loo when he wanted to do more than wet his nappy, but in the last two days he had decided that he might as well do that in his nappy as well. The sight of him walking bow legged and with a clearly full stinky nappy was priceless to watch and he had won the viewers votes and gained 5 points.



Andrew, John and David had all had wetting accidents and lost loads of points, each losing four days out of the seven – including the exciting nurses display in the last chapter.



The final scores going on to the show were Andrew on 8 (net 7), John on 4 (net 1), Richard on 8 (net 1) and David on 6 (net 4) with all the garment points taken into consideration.



Suzanne had gained almost a stone, her ever enlarging bre.asts were extremely tender as the milking nozzles were about to be fitted. She moaned through her dummy, her fat little cheeks had really become quite muscular with all the work she had put into her dummy feeder and bottles and she was now quite moonfaced as a result. Her nurse started the machine and the two nozzles pulsed first on the left hand side and then on the right. Suzanne squealed with the sharp pain at each vacuum contraction. The nurse looked at the nozzle over the nipple and said “Good girl Suzanne, you are making colostrum, nice rich creamy milk for the new born baby which we are going to collect and send off to the hospital maternity wing”. Suzanne moaned in pain at the outrage being committed on her body and then suc-ked more on her feeding gag. The rich sweet diet was delicious and she was happy to suc-kle away slowly on the wonderful flavours that they kept changing each time the bag was finished. The caramel and the chocolate were her favourite, but the butterscotch and hazelnut whip were also very nice. For lunch she had almost pure peanut butter, followed by processed cheese and pate which they fed her with a high pressure feeding nozzle that was almost like an icing bag. She took four bottles in the arms of her nurse, which she found almost erotically pleasing. These were high protein, full fat milk bottles.  



Today they took off her rings, which were beginning to cut into her fingers and put her hands in mittens to stop her from scratching the rash she had developed as a result of this odd diet. She had not been able to soil her nappy since she had arrived, because her diet was totally lacking in any fibre, but that was to change. She was taking one of the milky bottles with the nurse when she had a dreadful pain in her stomach, so painful that she gasped out.



“What is it Suzie?” said the nurse who had formed a liking for her charge that caused no trouble and did as she was told.



“I can’t go” she wailed “need to go toilet” she mumbled around the bottle in her mouth, becoming distressed. She tried to get up and was amazed at how weak she had become. The nurse easily restrained her and rubbed her tummy, the urgency increased and Suzanne’s face became crimson as she tried to fill her nappy.



“I think somebody is trying to make nurse a poopy nappy” she exclaimed as her charge took a step further down the road of infancy. Suzanne grunted and strained , trying to lift her bottom off the mattress and make the going easier. The nurse seeing her distress helped her roll over on to her side and in doing so was rewarded by Suzanne filling her nappy.



The nurse rolled her back onto her back and let Suzanne feel the rewards of her labour. The contraction of the pumps continued to stimulate her nipples, she resumed the suc-king on her bottle and the nurse started to rub her through her wet nappy as a reward for her performance. Almost immediately Suzanne started to experience erotic feelings that grew and grew in intensity until she experienced orgasm after orgasm. She rocked under the gentle administrations of her nurse, becoming more and more grateful to her carer. She no longer cared what happened to her as long as she could enjoy another moment like this.



Meanwhile in another part of the Big Baby House, the producers of the programme were setting up a new piece of equipment that had been sent over from a specialist clinic, who said they would let the show have it for free for the six weeks of the series.



Richard was quite a recluse these days and the other three contestants left him on his own for much of the time. He tended to stay in his bed suc-king his dummy or spending the time with his nurse and making his changes last for as long as he could.



The three nurses were briefed on the use of the new equipment and could not wait to entice one of their charges into its grip. The programme producers decided to offer a point to the first contestant to use it.



Andrew, who was the most eager to win and by far the most ambitious, was the first to volunteer. It was explained that to go in the equipment, he would have to be dressed and fitted out according to the rules. He agreed willingly, knowing that he was already in the lead, that this would give him one more point and may well get him a good start fro next weeks viewer vote.



His nurse inserted a probe in his rear end and attached a series of electrodes to his head. He was then put in two ultra thick night time nappies and covered in a voluminous pair of transparent plastic pants. In his arm she inserted a hypodermic feedline and a couple of shunts to take variable feeds.



“Come on sweetie” she commanded “let us go and see what you have let yourself in for”.



Andrew was already unhappy about the thoughts he was having and had dreadful misgivings about the event he had volunteered for. The thing up his bottom was most uncomfortable and the needle in his arm worried him to death, as did the electrodes fixed on his head.  



They arrived in the room, a giant imposing leather chair stood in the centre of the room. In front of the chair was a huge flat plasma screen powered by a computer. Andrew sat in the chair his plastic pants slippery against the leather. A technician connected the wires from the electrodes on his head into the panel connected to the computer and also the one that ran to the probe in his rear end. His arms were secured to the arms of the chair using some wide leather straps and his legs held at the bottom of the chair. “Just to stop you falling out” said the nurse.



The nurse tied a bib around his neck and pulled down a pair of arms that pinned him firmly in the chair by his shoulders. “This might make you dribble a bit, so just to be safe” she explained “you have to wear this special hat as well Andrew, which has some headphones sewn into the flaps and open wide…”. She put an oversized dummy into Andrew’s mouth. “This is to stop you biting your tongue”. Andrew tried to move but was so secure that he could not move an inch, he started to panic. “Mmmmmph” he tried to shout out but the dummy totally filled his mouth and made speech impossible.



The nurse injected something into his shunt, he felt a sense of total and utter calm descend over him. The headphones started to play some soothing music. He tried to look round but his head had been fixed to look only forward by the headrest on the chair.



“All waves normal” said the technician in charge of the computer, you can fix his eyes now. Andrew felt a moment of anxiety which was rapidly swept away by whatever medication that was now being pumped into him. The nurse sutured his eyelids open, so that he could not close his eyes to the screen in front of him. The picture was a mass of swirling colours, unknown to Andrew a new set of drugs had started to penetrate his mind. The headphones started to talk to him and he was slowly counted down until he began to feel drowsy. The voices told him things, wonderful things, he accepted it all as it was explained to him. The screen showed him pictures, wonderful pictures, he wanted to be in the pictures and he wanted to be like them.



The voice told him to go in his nappy, the voice told him it would make him happy, the thing in his bottom started to hum and he felt wave after wave of pleasure. He started to become aroused but did not obey the voice, the hum stopped and in its place was a vicious electric shock that caused him to arch his back and bite hard on his dummy, which he now started to suc-k for comfort. The pictures on the screen showed happy big babies being changed, and they showed nappies being wet and the look of pleasure experienced by the overgrown babies as they wet them.



The jolt had made him dribble as predicted and he had a sensation of wetness about his neck. The drugs continued to flow into him and the voice told him that he must wet his nappy, again the hum started to stimulate his prostate and again the voice instructed him in what he must do. Andrew let the voices influence him and complied with their requests, what started as a trickle quickly became a flood. The pictures on the screen showed smiling mummies holding up clean nappies and plastic pants. It showed a baby’s view of being changed, the closeness of the loving face, the nappy being folded and pulled, the pins being taken from between lips and inserted into terry cloth. He saw the waving of plastic pants in front of his face and then they were being pulled up legs. The shots were irresistible.



He felt warm and fuzzy as he was shown pictures of nappies, bibs, rattles, rhuma pants, dummies, cot and other baby paraphernalia. He was then shown underpants, trousers, shirt, tie, toilet, bed and other adult things, the mood changed he felt insecure and worried, the temperature dropped and he felt cold. He felt pain, the voice told him it was alright, he was wearing a nappy and that he was a good baby, somebody touched the front of his plastic pants and he was reassured. The warm fuzzy feeling returned and the voice continued to reinforce the message that baby things were good, grown up things were dangerous, painful and hurt.



Doing baby things was wonderful, everybody loved a baby, no need to worry about toilets or getting up in the night, no need to worry about what to wear or what to eat. It would all be taken care of by his nurse, nanny or mummy. The reinforcements went on for another two hours and Andrew had a momentary sensation of needing to go to the loo and then it was gone. The team were elated as they realised that Andrew had wet himself with no prompting. His nappy was quite yellow through the transparent plastic pants and had started to cling to him.



The reinforcing messages went on for most of the day. Andrew watched the screen with moronic fascination. They reduced the drugs and removed the sutures. He closed his eyes while the messages continued and the screen ran supporting scenes and pictures. He suc-ked on his dummy and a rivulet of dribble ran down his chin and onto his bib. After a nap of about thirty minutes he came round, the needle had been removed, the cap taken off and the restraints removed. He slowly awoke.



The nurse helped him out of the chair and he was immediately aware that he was wearing a very wet nappy and this made him feel very happy. He looked down at his bib and he liked it very much and suc-ked on his dummy with happiness.



“Come on little one” said his nurse “we must get you changed and ready for the show”.



They entered her room and she took off his sodden nappy and cleaned him off removing the anal probe. She held a clean nappy in front of him and unlike before he gurgled with pleasure past his dummy. Powder was applied and the nappy pinned in place and the pants pulled over. He was in heaven. “Give me the dummy back Andrew” she said “you do not need to have a punishment item after that treatment”. Andrew shook his head vehemently. “Okay you can keep it” she said clocking up some double free bonus points to her account and grinning broadly.



She got out some jeans and Andrew nearly went berserk, so she went to her wardrobe and took out a white smocked dress with a pair of white ruffled panties. Andrew calmed at once and began to nurse on his dummy again. She took off his wet bib and again was confronted by a very disturbed young man.  She went to her chest of drawers and took out a very large white towelling bib trimmed in white lace. She also took out a pretty white bonnet trimmed in lace and saw Andrew was in second heaven. She dressed him in his new clothes and he looked like a very young baby. Andrew spotted a rattle by her bed and picked it up. The nurse had made more points than all her competitors and he stood an excellent chance of winning the viewers vote next week.



She hugged Andrew to her chest and he felt a huge stimulation that his mind told him had to be satisfied. He flooded his nappy and revelled in the delight of being a good baby, he knew this was the right thing to do, but was not sure why. A small part of him tried to tell him that this was not the right thing to do and he suddenly felt pain. He allows himself another trickle and all is well again.