The Competition

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Chapter 8



Andrew was led to the mini bus that was going to take them to the studio. He was strapped into his seat and shook the rattle that he held in his hand. His nurse sat beside him, brushing his hair and generally fussing over him. He seemed to be in total euphoria and happiness.



Richard sat in the double seat behind them and his nurse Amanda adjusted his pale cream romper suit with his huge nappy clearly visible and spent her time stroking him and making him feel comfortable. Richard let himself wet under her fussing and also seemed to be another very cheerful baby.



David (who was winning at this time on a net 3) took his place and was strapped in by his nurse, who showed him little emotion or concern.



John got onto the bus with his nurse in tow. He was in urgent need of the toilet, because the producers had forgotten to turn on the green light and it had been almost eight hours since his last visit. His nurse was totally fed up with her charge as he had made her only a few bonuses. He sat next to her wearing his mittens and booties and as a result was unable to fit his seat belt, which she clicked over him with ill grace.



“I need to go to the toilet really badly” he whispered to her, but she ignored him, “look I need to go to the toilet very badly” he said again but more loudly. The people on the bus sniggered. Once again he got no response and he almost shouted “I need to go potty, I need to go potty” he shouted at the top of his voice, realising that only a babyish response was going to get any kind of reaction out of his nurse.



She looked at him quizzically. “What did you say?” she asked trying to provoke further outbursts.



“I need to do wee wee in my potty, I need to go to the toilet, I have to go now” he screamed.



“Why don’t you go in your nappy that is why you are wearing one?”



“I am not a baby” he cried out in serious agony, frustrated by the lack of attention “pleeeease help me” he begged.



The nurse got up and said “I will see if we have a potty on the mini bus, you asked so nicely and just like a little toddler, so I will try and help you”. She walked off the mini bus and went back towards her room where she knew that a large potty was in the cupboard. Using a potty (an extremely degrading and humiliating act) was treble points to her account, so she was thrilled at this development. She retrieved the bright yellow plastic potty and returned to the bus. John was writhing in agony by this time and had already had a few spurting leaks. “Come on then you big baby. Stand up and take down your trousers”. John could not obey as his mittened hands were unable to undo the belt and buttons. His nurse sighed and helped him out. She put the potty in the centre passage and undid one pin of his nappy and pulled it down with his plastic pants. John was starting to spurt as he sat down on the potty, he wet the inside of his nappy and also caught his jeans in some of the spray as he sat down. The sound of his wetting hit the raised front wall of the potty with a splashing and noticeable hissing and he felt himself start to wither with his embarrassment.



The mini bus started off with a bit of a jolt and John nearly fell off his potty. The nurse helped him to stand and he stood there with his nappy and jeans around his ankles. He tried to cover his embarrassment with his mittened hands.



The nurse picked up his potty and said “I have nowhere to empty this now”, she looked around and to John’s total horror she simply lifted it up and tipped it into his nappy. She pulled the sodden mass up over his hips and refixed the pins. It felt horrible and John let out a wail. His nurse had made another bonus point! She went into her nappy bag and pulled out a fresh nappy. She reached into his plastic pants and slipped the dry nappy down the outside of the wet one “that should keep you from leaking” she said clearly delighted with the events on the bus as she pulled up his jeans that would barely cover the new bulk of his underwear. John cringed at the wet cool dampness pressed against him. “You have won a nice big dummy as well baby boy” she said putting the blue dummy firmly in his mouth.



David who had been in discomfort was now suffering similar agonies – the potty was there, but he did not fancy using a second hand potty, nor did he fancy the ignominy of having it emptied into his nappy anyway. He looked at his nurse and touched her arm. “I really have to go as well, but I need to do a really big wee wee, can I have another nappy on please, they never put on the green light and I don’t think my nappy is big enough?”



His nurse beamed at him and took out her nappy bag from which she pulled a large clean fluffy terry nappy, which she fitted inside his baby pants. As she was fitting the extras nappy David had already started to wet himself, his face was a picture of pure bliss as she stuffed an over-sized red dummy into his mouth.



The journey continued without further event and all four contestants were extremely wet and uncomfortable by the time they arrived for filming. In the bus behind theirs were Jane and Suzanne. Suzanne was dressed in a frilly baby pink baby dress that came barely below her waist and she wore a nappy that was best described as huge and covered with a frilly pair of plastic lined rhumba panties. Her breasts were starting to become very rounded and she had just started to leak milk as she got on her bus and the front of her pink dress had two tell-tale wet patches starting to form. Jane was delighted with the way in which she had started to deteriorate.



They all took up their positions in the studio. The stage had changed slightly since last time, in as much that there were now four high chairs for each of the contestants complete with securing harnesses. Jane opened the show with a collection of clips from the Big Baby House and within minutes the audience were wailing with laughter.



Jane announced the net scores. “Andrew is now on 2 points, John is now on 1, Richard is also on one and David is on zero” (Please dear reader don’t do the calculations as I tried really hard and had to give up!). So Andrew you are still our leader after one week.



The audience applauded as all four of the contestants suc-ked on their dummies and contemplated the reasons that they had entered the show (all except Andrew who was still in his own baby heaven). In the control room the producers turned four dials to high and in the studio four high chair seats started to warm up. As the temperatures rose, so the degree of fidgeting increased and the contestants began to jig up and down in their high chairs. The wet nappies started to irritate their soft skin, which was unused to the stinging bacteria being produced in the confines of their nappies. Andrew shook his rattle in frustration.



The next test we have set for the contestants is the baby bottle drinking challenge. The four big babies are going to have their first bottles of the series and the first one to finish is going to win 5 points, the second 3 and the third 1. The slowest to finish will receive a wonderful surprise.



The four nurses brought on the bottles and placed them before the babies, John and David were fitted out with bibs to protect their t-shirts. Andrew instinctively reached immediately with glee and had to be restrained. “On your marks – go” shouted Jane. The four started to suc-kle on the bottles, the microphones in the high chairs picked up the suc-king, slurping and hissing of bottle being drunk. Richard who had been using a dummy for the longest time in the show was a street ahead of his competitors and finished well ahead, Andrew came in second and was quickly followed by David. The four babies jiggled about in their high chairs as the heat and itching became almost unbearable. Richard and Andrew had already wet themselves while they were sitting in their high chairs and neither had given it any thought. John and David were beginning to feel uncomfortable again.



The audience was going mad with the sight of all the babies writhing about in their chairs (they knew exactly what had been happening). John was unstrapped from his high chair, the little tray unclipped and then he was helped down from his lofty perch. The audience roared with laughter when he turned to leave the stage as his latest wetting had leaked out and left a huge patch on the bottom of his jeans. He walked with huge discomfort.



What was to happen to John? It was on the lips of every viewer.