Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Revenge is a Wet Nappy
Chapter One
The tall raven haired woman was in her late thirties, had a figure that would make a teenager proud and was stylishly clothed in fashionable taste. Her make-up was just enough to highlight her dark brown eyes and accentuate the pleasing line of her cheek bones. It was clear to the woman sat before her, that this was a lady not to be trifled with.
Miss Primm had never had children of her own, but had set up the Correctional School for Dysfunctional Girls over ten years ago. Now in her late fifties, dressed in the style of an old-fashioned matron with her dark blue dress and white apron she exuded discipline and authority.
“You do understand Mrs Greenburg, that this is a girl’s school and that you are asking me to admit your fifteen year old son” explained Miss Primm.
“Yes, Miss Primm. I fully understand what I am asking you to do for me. My son is a slob, a bully and a lout who needs exactly the discipline and care that I seem unable to provide. You offer a one to one governess service that is exactly what he needs. As I understand it, he will be taught in isolation and never need to come into contact with the other girls in the school.”
“We do not have the basic facilities for him to share the school with the other girls. Let me explain. This school has six dormitories which each take around ten girls each. Each dormitory has its own bath house, wash basins, showers and toilet facilities. Only the head girl has her own room with en-suite facilities and I would not want to ask her to sacrifice her hard won privileges”, continued Miss Primm.
“I thought I saw in your brochure, that you had a number of rooms for miscreant girls that required ‘special’ treatment?” enquired Mrs Greenburg
“We do, but this is a corridor that links to another cleansing and changing facility with the necessary ablutions” said Miss Primm. “Come, let me show you Mrs Greenburg, it will all become much clearer”.
“Please call me Anne, Mrs Primm, it is less of a mouthful and I am divorcing my husband shortly and will not be using the name for much longer!”
Miss Primm stood up, she was not a tall woman but nonetheless was imposing. Sher commanded an air of authority that comes with being in charge and getting things done properly.
The school was a large mansion house set in fifty acres of green pastureland. The ground floor was mainly classrooms and there was a well-equipped science laboratory, a teaching kitchen, sewing facility and gymnasium. In the basement were all manner of storage rooms, kitchens and a refectory with long tables already set for lunch. Anne noticed that there six large baby high chairs set on a smaller table with regular chairs set alongside them.
Miss Primm saw her puzzled face and laughed “we do not believe in corporal punishment in this school, but if a girl behaves like a baby then she gets treated like one!”
They climbed the stairs up to the first floor.
“This is the special corridor” explained Miss Primm “this is where we take out the badness and put back in the goodness of a child”. She opened the door. Anne gasped. There in a large cot suc-king on a huge pink dummy was a girl who must have been aged at least fifteen years old dressed in a pink onesie with her nappies trying to push their way past a line of silver poppers at the crutch. Next to her cot was a table on which was a pile of at least a dozen white terry nappies, and on top of those were more than six pairs of plastic pants. Against the wall stood a stout unit covered in nursery print vinyl that was clearly a changing table. In the corner stood two lidded buckets that were clearly marked for her wet and soiled nappies.
The girl tried to stand up, but the pink harness about her chest with “Baby Charlotte” on the front with a line of jingling bells was secured to the base of her cot and she slumped back on to her thickly padded bottom, her reins tinkling merrily as she did so.
“This is Charlotte” explained Miss Primm “she has been put into this unit for six months for being unruly and a bad influence on the other girls. She has her own nanny and is given lessons by her governess. It is her nap time now and she should be sleepy-byes shouldn’t she?” said Miss Primm tickling her charge under the chin. “Who has dribbled a lot then?” she laughed, opening a drawer and taking out a large pink terry towelling bib with a little bear embroidered on the front. “Come nearer dear, that’s it” she said tying the bib in a big bow around her neck. “Now you can dribble to your heart’s content sweetheart”.
Anne was watching captivated. “Does Charlotte use her nappies?”
“She could not do without them my dear!” explained Miss Primm “she has been in this situation for five months now and we usually find that after a few weeks they return to being bed wetters and then after a month or so they start to have daytime accidents and then a few month later they wake up to a soiled nappy or cannot wait for a potty to be brought to them.”
“Charlotte seems to like her dummy a lot” observed Anne
“Yes, the dummy is an important part of the punishment. We strap it in to start with, but after a few weeks when they start to have little day time accidents in their nappies, then we notice that they find a dummy very comforting and nurse it quite willingly”.
“Are all the punishments like this?” asked Anne
“Oh no my dear, Charlotte has been taken back to a little toddler about twelve months old, but we can in extreme cases take them back to being very small babies. In other cases where they have been bullying, we just make them nappy dependant and let them dress as regular teenagers. A nappy wetting bully will not be feared by anybody!”
“Come we have must to see dear!” said Miss Primm as she opened the door back into the corridor. Charlotte looked through the bars of her cot, her eyes drooping as her body now needed and expected the nap that had come every day for the last five months. As she slowly drifted off to sleep her dummy bobbed in and out to the rhythm of her shallow breathing. She hardly felt the warmth in her nappy as she wet herself like a toddler.
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Chapter Two
Anne followed Miss Primm along the corridor marvelling at each new humiliation that each room contained. In total, six of the rooms were occupied by girls reduced to various levels of infantile babies.
At the end of the tour they returned to Miss Primm’s office.
“My son Christopher has to be admitted in to your organisation” she pleaded, her eyes staring directly into the steely gaze of Miss Primm. “I’m begging you please. He is on a road to disaster and his father is applying for sole custody with his new fancy woman.”
“Anne, it really is not possible because he is a boy and we are a girls’ school” retorted Miss Primm.
“Then make him in to a girl, then he will not be out of place” replied Anne with an exasperated reply.
“A girl?” questioned Miss Primm “a girl?” she repeated, “that is positively brilliant” she smiled. “Of course our fees would have to be a bit higher and there would be a lot of ‘additional procedures’ that would have to be performed”, she emphasised in a hushed tone.
“Miss Primm, what do you mean by ‘additional procedures’ that would need to be performed?”
“Call me Agnes dear! I think you may have opened up a whole new avenue for a revenue stream. We would need to speed up the indoctrination and that will involve some fairly unpleasant interventions that we would need to invite our consultant surgeon to perform. I did not show you our infirmary but it is very well equipped and quite able to support the tasks I have in mind”. Agnes pursed her lips and nodded her head as she thought more on the topic. “Yes, I think all will be possible. I shall draw up a schedule and invite you back in a week or so once I have made the necessary enquiries”.
“So tell me more about your soon to be ex-husband dear”, said Agnes leaning forward across her desk and gently holding Anne’s hand.
“My husband John is a property investor and his business has taken him to every corner of the earth setting up deals and new ventures. As his business grew, I was at his side working to support him in his ever demanding role, that is until I fell pregnant with Christopher. As I reached full term it became impossible for me to keep up with the strains of the job and I nearly lost my baby. John took on a series of Pas and it was a few years ago that I realised that his latest Assistant was giving him a lot more than was demanded by her job description. John started to make weekend trips out of the long haul business deals and his PA Joanne was going with him. I was left at home looking after Christopher who with each passing year and lack of a fatherly discipline (and with far too big an allowance) was growing more and more unruly as time passed. The crunch came a few months ago when John said he wanted a divorce. He also accused me of being a poor mother and letting his son grow up a yob.” Anne looked with sadness at Agnes as a small tear ran down her face. Agnes squeezed her hand in hers and gave her a reassuring look.
“We can mend all this Anne, we can mend all this. Bring the boy in with you when I have sorted out the details.
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Chapter Three
Anne arrived home later that day filled with hope and comfort. Christopher was in their lounge watching a violent film on the wide screen TV with the sound turned to maximum and the sound surround shaking the house to its foundations. He was surrounded by crisp packets, empty lager cans and there was a smell of cannabis pervading the air. A pizza box lay on the carpet, two uneaten pieces remained in the greasy box along with most of the crusts. He was wearing a fleecy onesie in the form of a wolf with big clawed feet. His hair was unwashed and unbrushed. He looked a slob.
She looked at him in disgust.
He looked at her with contempt. “What do you want?” he snarled
“I want the old Timothy back” she replied coldly “I want the son that I have been denied.”
“Tough” he growled back at her.
She turned her back on him and went to the kitchen for a glass of wine, she allowed herself a small smile. Things will be different from now on. Yes, she thought, things will be very different soon and that overgrown baby in his onesie will soon be more appropriately dressed albeit still in a Babygro.
A week went by and Anne eagerly awaited a letter from Miss Primm, but no letter was forthcoming. Days passed and Anne began to wonder if she would ever hear back. Then ten days after her initial meeting with Agnes, there was a knock at the door and a man bearing a box marked DHL was standing on her doorstep. She signed for the parcel and opened it up; her curiosity was at full pitch.
Inside there was a long letter from Miss Primm, detailing the schedule of events. In the box was a foil strip that contained half a dozen tablets and a bottle that contained a clear liquid. The letter gave instructions on how they were to be used. In two days’ time Christopher would be collected from her address, but she had to be certain that Christopher was suitably prepared.
That night she cooked Christopher’s favourite dinner of hamburger and chips and added a few drops of the liquid to his meal by sprinkling his chips in salt and vinegar with the added twist.
He came in from the lounge and picked up his dinner without saying a word and took it to eat in front of the television. Anne shrugged her shoulders and ignored him. It was an hour later when she looked in on Christopher, he was in a trance, though stupor might be a better description. His head was lolling and he fought to keep his eyes open.
“I don’t feel well” he muttered “got a bloody awful headache! I feel sick” he gasped and clutched at his stomach. He made a dash for the cloakroom and the sound of retching could be heard through the house. Later, although he looked groggy, he had at last regained some of his lost colour. His stomach rumbled and once again he made an unsteady rush for the toilet, this time to deal with a severe stomach cramp.
Anne repeated the dose with every meal and by the end of the second day, Christopher was running on empty and had little strength left to do anything but sleep in his bed. She then ground up the six tablets and added them to a cup of cocoa that she took up to him. His stomach by this time was extremely sore and the sweet chocolate was about all he could manage to keep down. He took it with almost gratitude, not knowing that it was going to knock him out for six because it contained a strong sleeping draft.
After an hour he was completely under and dead to the world.
The doorbell rang and a private ambulance stood on the drive with two orderlies. “Package to collect!” said one of the men. They went up to Christopher’s room and dragged him up in to a sitting position where they fitted him in to a canvas jacket with long sleeves that terminated in a strap. He was pulled into a standing position and another strap pulled between his legs, his two arms were pulled across his chest and buckled at the back.
“Just so he doesn’t hurt himself” explained the other man in the white suit.
“You all packed and ready to go Christopher?” demanded the man looking at the lad who by this stage had no idea where he was or what was happening. Anne handed the man a small packed suitcase that contained all the items requested by Agnes.
“See you in a month then Mrs Greenburg, don’t you worry about young Chrissie here. We are going to take very good care of him”.
The young man was bundled on a stretcher and loaded into the back of the ambulance. Anne felt a moment of regret and wondered whether she had done the right thing. In a moment she was grinning broadly as the ambulance swung out of her street and she waved a hand as it disappeared from view. She went into the kitchen and opened a chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio and claimed back the television to watch something that she wanted for a change.
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Chapter Four
Christopher arrived at the large mansion and was immediately taken to the infirmary. He was still in a state of extreme sedation and was hardly aware of what was happening to him. The straps were released and the restricting jacket was removed along with all his clothes. Two of the nannies began washing him and scrubbing his skin with exfoliants and high levels of AHAs to strip off the dead skin and rejuvenate his sallow complexion. A cream was applied to the whole of his body that had a strange smell and for 20 minutes it slowly did its work. He was rinsed and dried, his skin was a delicate shade of pink and totally void of any hair.
“Now we have to neutralise his masculinity and protect the girls” explained the older nanny
She opened a box containing a series of plastic parts. “Anybody understand how this works?” she asked spilling the various pieces into a stainless steel kidney dish. The other nanny joined her and together they pieced together an assembly based on the picture on the box of the CB3000S model chastity device. “Just as well Miss Primm got the small size, because even this is looking a bit on the large size for this boy. He is not very big for a 15 year old is he? It looks to me that the best place for this little noodle is in a lovely soft terry nappy where it can wet to its heart’s content!”
They eventually settled on the smallest sizes from the selection of parts in the kit. The plastic collar was slipped around him and the top crescent of plastic fitted on the long pins to complete the circular ring. Baby Oil was applied to his member that was slotted in to the plastic tube and then fastened to the protruding pins using the smallest separating spacer. Finally a small padlock was slipped through the middle pin to completely secure the assembly. Nanny shook a copious amount of baby powder over him.
“Now he has to start on anal dilation, and I have the expander ring to fit. The problem with arrogant youngsters like this will be that they use going in their nappies as a means of rebellion, waiting until we have put him in a clean nappy before he does a poo. So this will have to be fitted now. She help up a pear shaped device with an annular ring from which ran a long rubber tube that terminated in a large orange rubber bulb.
The nannies looped Christopher’s legs in to a hoist and pumped the handle until his bottom was lifted clear of the table. The part of the dilator that fitted in his anus was lubricated with petroleum jelly and inserted. The bulb was pressed a few times and the ring expanded, an inner ring sealing the device firmly in his bottom. A couple more pumps of the bulb resulted in a small grunt from Christopher as the ring expanded.
“Now his sphincter is unable to close, but the orifice is a little small to be completely effective, so every day we give a couple of pumps to expand it a little more to make the passage wider. I do pity this young guy, because this is going to be very uncomfortable”.
A brand new, freshly laundered nappy that was six feet square was folded into the traditional kite shape and slipped under his bottom, nanny pulled the front flap up between his legs and released the hydraulics so that he slipped back down into the soft embrace of the white terry cloth. The two nurses pulled the sides around him and pinned the ends securely with large nappy pins.
“My word! This is enormous, do you think we are going to get his plastic baby pants over that lot?” exclaimed Mary the first nanny.
“Only one way to find out!” replied Mandy who was unhooking the loops and threading the pants over Christopher’s feet. “Let’s pump him up again and find out”. They raised Christopher’s prone body once again and working from each side eased the voluminous plastic pants over his nappy, being sure to tuck in any stray towelling under the plastic protection. The end of the tube from the anal dilator hung over the outside of his babyish protection.
“I cannot quite get the pants to fit over the back of his nappy, but it is good enough” reported Mary patting the front of the plastic pants and snuggling the nappy beneath so that it fit properly. Christopher’s legs were forced quite wide apart, such was the bulk and thickness of his new nappy that could be clearly seen beneath the clear plastic along with the nappy pins holding everything together.
“What else have we got to do now?” enquired Mandy who was being trained by Mary.
He also has to have the baby tongue treatment which I suppose we could do tonight”.
“What is the baby tongue treatment?” asked Mandy
“We inject a collagen based preparation in to the tip and centre of his tongue, but unlike normal collagen injections that slowly wear off with time and slowly dissipate, this injection will harden and is totally permanent” explained Mary.
Mandy looked blank, she was not the sharpest knife in the block.
“It gives him a lisp” continued Mary “he will sound like a sissy”. Mary inserted the needle of the syringe into the vial and withdrew a couple of ccs of the liquid. She gave a pump on the anal dilator and Christopher opened his mouth to let out a groan. She grabbed his tongue with a haemostatic clamp and injected the fluid into the tip and base. “Done!” she confirmed releasing his tongue from the clamp.
“Now for his feet” she said taking a pair of woollen booties from a plastic bag.
“They are all lop-sided” said Mandy with a frown
“Yes, they are built up inside so that he will have to walk on the outer edge of his foot. This will make him walk bow-legged and unable to put his feet flat on the ground. With his thick nappies he will already have to try and walk with his legs far apart and this will encourage him to look like a toddler when he walks.”
Mary completed tying the pink bows on the booties and summoned the orderlies to help her.
“We need to get him in to his onesie and then into his new cot” she explained. The orderlies man-handled the dopey boy into a sitting position while Mandy and Mary slipped the pink brushed cotton Babygro over his head. The orderlies lifted him to his feet while the girls pulled the end of the garment between his legs and did up the six shiny silver poppers. The nappy contained in the plastic pants was bulging through the gaps between the poppers.
It took all four of them to get him into his leather harness and all the buckles secured. It was with supreme effort they got the hapless boy into the cot and his harness secured to the two clips at the side of his cot. He lay on his back with his legs akimbo, the medication still keeping him sedated.
Mary opened a cellophane packet and took out a giant pink dummy. “We managed to get this from a firm in Australia, it is a perfect replica of a baby’s dummy and in perfect scale” she said. A quick pump on the dilator and she popped the teat of the dummy into Christopher’s mouth without any resistance. It always amazed her how the suc-king reflex was never lost, because almost immediately the dummy began to bob in and out as Christopher took comfort from the soother.
“We normally would tie a ribbon around his head to keep this in, but I think this poor lad has had enough for one day”.
They wheeled his cot along to his new nursery and as they did so, Christopher in his befuddled state, allowed his mind to remember back to those halcyon days as an infant when he felt caressed and protected by a soft terry nappy – he wet himself and luxuriated in the warmth as it spread around him.
“Night night Christopher”
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Chapter Five
The next day Christopher woke up in a very soggy nappy suc-king on a large pink pacifier. He looked around through the bars of what appeared to be a giant cot. He tried to sit up but was restrained by what appeared to be a baby harness. It jingled as he struggled against the binding straps to no avail.
“Whaff…?” he began to exclaim and then realised that he had a large dummy in his mouth. “What the…” He never finished because Mandy and Mary came in to the room.
“Hello Chrissie, how are we this morning? I expect you are quite an uncomfortable little boy this morning in your wet nappy? I imagine that you want your bottle now as well don’t you?” She handed him a plastic baby’s bottle filled with warm milk. “Here you go sweetie, that should make you feel a lot better”.
Christopher swore back with such rudeness that it would not be right to repeat those words here, but a more foul mouth you would never hear. Mandy was shaken by such venomous filth and looked very shocked, but Mary being older and wiser just looked at him passively. She brought back her arm and gave his face a side swipe with her hand that was so powerful it nearly took his head off. Not a word was spoken, but Christopher was silenced.
“No problem, we can come back later” she said quietly and beckoned Mandy to follow her out. The door closed softly and Christopher was left to fume on his own. He looked at the bottle in his hands with disgust and was about to haul it across the room when he realised that he was completely parched and dehydrated. He tried to unscrew the lid that enclosed the teat, but these bottles were fitted with sophisticated closures that could only be opened with a special tool. He pulled at the silicon teat but was unable to get sufficient purchase. The decision was simple and he had to nurse the bottle like a baby if he wanted to quench his thirst. Hugely embarrassed he looked around his nursery to see if anybody could see him and put the teat in his mouth. Slowly he started to suc-k on the bottle and the level of milk slowly began to fall.
The teddy cam in the corner saw all and Mandy and Mary watched the monitor with glee as the ruffian slowly nursed on his bottle. The more he nursed, the more of the sedative he consumed and as he neared the end of the bottle he felt himself slowly drifting off into the arms of morphia.
The two nannies went back an hour later to find Christopher completely out, his mouth open and snoring loudly. Mary retrieved his dummy and plugged the hole and stopped the snoring as once again instincts cut in and he nursed happily on his dummy teat.
It was a very wet nappy that they removed and replaced with a fresh soft fluffy terry. Despite his very heavy wetting the plastic pants had contained everything beautifully. In no time at all he was sweet and fresh and smelling of baby powder.
“Doctor is coming later, so we had better put on his mittens” said Mary getting some from a drawer in his changing unit. We had better secure his hands to his harness as well just in case he gets a bit frisky. “Oh, and I had better give his dilator a pump just to keep things opening. I thought we might have had a dirty nappy this morning, but it will only be a matter of time.”
“Should we give him some laxatives?” asked Mandy
“No, let’s wait and see what the doctor says” replied Mary
“What I will do is put in a saline drip to keep him hydrated, because I am worried that he is not drinking enough. It will also encourage him to wet his nappy more often and that is certainly something we need to encourage”.
Miss Primm came in just as the drip was being adjusted for the correct flow. “Hello Mary, hello Mandy! How is Christopher coming along? I have the doctor coming in later, but here is his mother Anne come to make sure her little boy is alright.” Anne entered the room and immediately broke in to a broad grin as she saw her son in the cot, thickly nappied and dummied in a pink Babygro secured to his cot with a baby harness.
“He seems to like his dummy” she said “I had the devil’s own job weaning him off his do-di when he was a toddler, but I see he is enjoying it again now! He seems to be dribbling quite a lot, do you have a bib to put on him, because it would be a shame to spoil his sleeper?”
Mandy looked in a drawer and help up an enormous white terry bib backed in vinyl and trimmed with pink gingham edging. “This is a feeding bib because we do not have a drool bib in here at the moment, but I am sure it will do the job perfectly”.
Anne took it from here and putting her arms through the bars of the cot managed to work the ties behind Christopher’s head and tie them in a large bow. Her son stirred as she finished pulling the ends tight. “Hello sweetheart, and how are you today?” she asked him in a syrupy sweet tone.
“Nuffin’ is good” he spluttered past his dummy “wath happenin, where am I”?
“You are in your new school darling and you are going to learn how to be the bestest baby girl a mummy could ever have wished for”. Anne looked down and saw the rubber bulb coming out through the poppers of his Babygro. “What is this?” she asked giving the bulb a squeeze.
Christopher’s eyes sprung open in pained surprise, his dummy suc-ked hard and fast “NNNgggg!” he squealed.
Mary said “Please no! Mrs Greenburg that is his anal dilator and it has already been used today, he is not due for an increase until tomorrow now”.
Anne squeezed the bulb again, Christopher’s eyes came out on organ stops and his face went a deeper shade of red. “Mrs Greenburg, I must insist…”
Yet again Anne squeezed the bulb and Christopher let out a huge wail and started to blubber through his dummy. “Pease thtop, pease” he spluttered as tears ran down his face and onto the thirsty terry cloth of his bib.
Anne was in no mood for mercy and before the nannies and Miss Primm could retrieve the bulb she had pressed it ferociously several times. Christopher was wailing like a baby and screaming in pain. “Sorry I seem to have broken it” exclaimed Anne pumping the bulb one last time “it does not seem to be doing anything”.
“I fear you have torn his bottom beyond repair Mrs Greenburg” said Miss Primm looking perplexed. She took the bulb from her hand and felt there was no resistance to her gentle pressure. “His sphincter may be damaged beyond repair and he may be permanently in need of his nappies for number two’s.
“What a shame!” said Anne “ah well, accidents happen I suppose. Anyway, I am really impressed with progress so far, Thank you for all you have done.”
Miss Primm took Anne by the arm and led her to the door “I think we should leave Christopher with his nannies for now.”
The two nannies were quite distressed that Christopher had been so badly damaged and decided that the best solution was to leave everything in place and let the doctor see if any repair was possible to the poor lad’s rear passage.
It was a few hours later when the doctor arrived. Examination of the damage was as bad as expected and the tears so ragged that stitching was not a possibility. The doctor decided that a tube of the appropriate diameter should be inserted and fixed in place with superglue to prevent any possible infection in the short term. Just as the doctor was about to insert a vacuum tube up his bottom.
Christopher woke up!
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Christopher was awake, lying in the midst of all the crisp packets and the pizza box with all the uneaten crusts was on the floor, he was on his couch at home, what a nightmare he had experienced. He shook his head regretting the ‘natural high’ that he had taken earlier. It was in that moment of elation that he realised his wolf-like fleecy onesie was wet, the couch was soaked as was the rug that he had snuggled up with. He had been so far out that he had lost control of his bladder.
His mother was in the kitchen reading a letter. “Christopher, I have had a letter from your new school, they want us to visit tomorrow.”
“I’m not going ….” started Christopher, then realised he did not want to upset his mother when he was in such a tricky and embarrassing situation “to be any trouble Mum, just let me know what time we have to go and I will be ready.” He picked up the rug, turned the cushion over and made a dash for his room. “I better have a bath tonight if we are going out” he shouted from the stairs.
He dashed in to the bathroom and hung his onesie over the tall towel rail to dry, he draped the rug at the other end and hoped all would dry in time.
Downstairs his mother was clearing up his mess and as she plumped up the cushions and put things straight she notice that one of them was definitely damp. As she pulled it off the sofa she saw that the underside was soaked. Her experienced nose told her it was urine, but she decided to clean things up and not say a word. Revenge was coming and it would be in the form of a nappy. She could wait.
The next day Christopher was remarkably compliant, he had thrown his rug and onesie under the bed, and although dry they smelt like a urinal. The journey was not chatty but there were no confrontations.
Miss Primm welcomed them into her office. She talked about the academic excellence of her establishment, how well they had performed as a crammer for students that had not made the grade in their ‘O’ levels and had gone on to success. Christopher looked bored.
They discussed how Christopher had been thrown out from his last school for breaking every rule under the sun – smoking, drinking, bullying, drug abuse, and driving without a license. He listened to all of this with a scowl on his face and his mother sensed that it would not be too long until there was an outburst. Just when things were coming to a head there was a knock on the door.
“Come in” said Mrs Primm in a sing-song voice “Ah Rowena dear, please come in”. A tall girl dressed in a short gymslip and white blouse came in who could have been a star in the film St Trinians. She was beautiful and had a figure that most boys could not keep their eyes off. Her young breasts seemed to be fighting to escape from her blouse. She had the face of Venus and a figure to match. Her long dark hair flowed down her back and almost reached her waist. Christopher sat with eyes wide open and a silly grin. “This is my head girl Rowena”, explained Miss Primm and she will take Christopher around the school and show him where everything is.
“Hello Mrs Greenburg, Hello Christopher” she purred, her eyes looking deeply into his, “are you coming Chris?” The innuendo was not wasted on Christopher who was already quite aroused. In his haste to get up and follow her like a young puppy, he nearly fell over his mother’s briefcase, kicked Miss Primm’s waste paper basket and almost dropped his cup and saucer which he crashed down on her desk. They left the room.
“It is amazing the effect that girl has on boys, it was exactly for that reason that her parents thought it safer for her to come to a more restrained environment. Sadly Christopher would not last five minutes with Rowena, she has very expensive tastes, has an IQ that would stagger you and is amazingly bright”.
Rowena took Christopher around the school showing him the tutorial rooms, the girls’ dormitories, the refectory, the gym and the games room. He asked about the highchairs in the refectory and was told that physical punishment was not used in the school, but humiliation was a large feature.
“Would you like a smoke?” asked Christopher “is there a place we can go?”
“What? You mean like round the back of the bicycle shed?” she laughed “no there is nowhere to smoke Chrissie, only a fool would kill his body with poisons.”
“So if I got caught, what would my punishment be?” he enquired
“The punishment is usually made to fit the crime, so for suc-king on a cigarette I suppose the punishment would be to suc-k on a dummy or a baby’s feeding bottle. It is quite an infantile thing to do, so the punishment would be equally infantile.”
“And what if I refused?”
“Ha ha!” she laughed “have you not seen how infants can be restrained and kept in their place, trust me you do not want to fight here because you will never win.” They arrived at a door marked Supply Store and Rowena knocked. The door was opened by a rather chubby round-faced lady who beamed at them.
“Come in, come in” she gushed full of welcome “you must be young Chrissie the newby”. She bustled them along to a counter, behind which were packets and bundles of all shapes and sizes. “Now let me see” she said referring to her long list. You need two dozen of these, two towels large, two towels small, rubber sheet, soap carbolic, four pairs of these, powder, sleepers two, name tags one reel of, sewing kit…..
Christopher looked on in amazement as the pile grew larger and larger. “A lot of this stuff looks very babyish” he said, but before he could answer a middle aged lady dressed in a sister’s uniform came in to the room. Like déjà vu, Christopher immediately exclaimed “Nanny Mary!”
“Sorry?” the woman said in surprise
“You are Nanny Mary!” I dreamt about you last night
“Dear boy, I am Sister and Matron’s Assistant, nanny indeed! I have been called a lot of things in my time, but nanny, really!” she blustered on laughing “is that what you need young Chrissie?”
“My name is Christopher, not Chrissie” he retorted a little embarrassed.
“… and mine is Elizabeth, so it was not me you dreamed about baby boy! Come on let us get these things to your room”
The four of them carried the packages and parcels to his new room on the ‘special corridor’. The room did not have a bed but a sturdy pink cot with metal bars. At the end of the bed were two buckets with lids. A flat padded vinyl table lay along one of the walls.
“I am not staying here” exclaimed Christopher “this is for a baby”.
“Look smartie, you are a boy, you are the only boy in a girls’ school. You cannot run around at night nor can you go to the girl’s toilets when all they will be wearing are delicate nightwear and very little else. So tonight you will have to wear some protection just in case. In the morning you can go downstairs to the visitor’s toilet when you have dressed and do what you have to do. So this is just a precaution, you do not think we expected you to use these nappies did you? Ha ha! You did, didn’t you? That is so funny!” laughed the Sister
“Then why are there two dozen of them?” asked Christopher “and why are there four pairs of plastic pants?”
“You have to wear the plastic pants just in case you do not last the night” explained Sister “but a big lad like you will not need to worry”.
“They come in those pack sizes” said the lady from the stores “and we do not split packs down in to smaller lots”.
“Well don’t you have a pot or something you could put in my room?” whined Christopher
“Sorry dear, but we are out of stock on those items” explained the stockroom lady patiently.
“Emilia, stop pandering to the boy” she told the stockroom lady “rules are rules and that is an end to it and I will hear no more on the subject” she concluded firmly.
Christopher picked up a bundle of leather straps that jingled as he held them, “so what are these?” he asked petulantly
“Those are your night harness to make sure you stay put during the night” explained Sister “we don’t like to lock the door in case there is a fire or an emergency during the night. The fire marshals will come and release you in the event that such a crisis should arise.”
“Look don’t worry Chrissie” said Rowena putting her arm around his shoulders “it might seem a bit strange, but what would all the girls’ parents think if they knew there was a stud like you running around loose at night? It would mean ruin for the school, imagine the scandal. This way there is no chance of any misdemeanours and everybody can stay happy”. The warmth and perfume of Rowena who towered over him made him feel faint, being a little on the short side his head rested against her soft breast and he felt himself softening under her kind protection.
“Right enough of this young man. Rowena take Chrissie to the refectory and get him some lunch” ordered Sister
Christopher looked back at his new room, the nappies were stacked in a tall pile on his dresser, the plastic pants were out of their packets and resting on top. Baby powder and creams were on the shelf along with a packet of large nappy pins with pink safety covers. He noticed with some concern three packets of large pink dummies and what looked like terry towelling bibs with pink gingham ties trailing over the edge of another shelf. As he turned to leave an awful feeling swept over him like a black cloud, he could not think why. In a moment he was hit by a bolt of lightning as he suddenly realised why he had this dreadful fear, an awful premonition.
His nightmare was beginning to come true.
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Chapter Seven
Christopher and Rowena went in to lunch, the refectory was full of girls of all ages from the age of about 4or 5 right up to teenagers. One table had pre-schoolers wearing colourful bibs eating from plastic plates and drinking from sippy cups. Another table had young girls wearing pinafores to protect their clothes and appeared perfectly normal. However, in the corner was another table with six large highchairs in which older girls were dressed in baby clothes were being fed by nurses who sat beside them.
“Punishment table” said Rowena seeing the shocked expression of Christopher’s face “as I said we do not have physical correction in this school, but we do have some pretty humiliating things to sort out the naughty ones!”
“Why don’t they resist?” asked Christopher
“They cannot. Would you like to sit in a dirty nappy for two hours? Would you like to be force fed with a dummy gag? Would you like to drink castor oil? Would you like your punishment to be shown on Facebook? No, I didn’t think so. It is better to go along with it and try to get it over with.” Rowena spoke with authority.
“Have you ever….” started Christopher
“Oh yes!” she replied with a knowing look, “I most certainly have”.
They queued for their lunch, the girls in front seeing the head girl stood aside to let her pass to the front of the line. “This is Chrissie, he is a newby and I want you to be nice to him” she informed them. She took him to the table at the front of the refectory where sat a number of the school teachers.
“You know Miss Primm, I hope you know Mrs Greenburg” she laughed at her own joke, “you know Sister Elizabeth Healey, you know Emilia Stockbridge, this is the senior tutor Mrs Stern, the school doctor Dr. Hardy, and these are some of the teachers, Miss Strickland, Miss Heavyweather, Miss Crick the Science teacher, Miss Watson who teaches domestic science and Mrs Hope who teaches needlepoint, knitting and embroidery. Not everybody is here, but you will meet them all eventually.
Christopher nodded and greeted each in turn, they all smiled warmly and welcomed him to the school.
A woman dressed in black joined the table as he sat down to eat his dinner. “This is your personal tutor Mrs. Black and you will see a lot of her because she is going to prepare you for all the exams you failed Chrissie” said Miss Primm. “Over the next six weeks or so you will work with her to improve your grades when you resit you exams in September”. Mrs. Black smiled at him, but her eyes looked ominous and she stared at him with a look he felt penetrated his very soul.
The lunch eventually came to an end and Christopher went with his Mother to Miss Primm’s office.
“Right then Chrissie, say bye bye to your Mummy dear”, instructed Miss Primm “then go to your room and wait for Sister”. Christopher looked aggrieved at being spoken to like a little kid, but went up to his mother and gave her a hug.
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Chapter Eight
“I didn’t think I should be staying here” he whispered to her, “I haven’t got any clothes or any of my stuff, I haven’t even got the school uniform”
“No need to whisper Chrissie, I can hear you quite clearly! We have some uniform you can wear until your things arrive and you will be completely occupied with school activities to have any time to miss any of your stuff. Now hurry along, you do not want to make Sister cross trust me.”
Christopher made his farewells and rushed up to his room. Elizabeth was already there and waiting. On the bed was a complete set of school uniform in his size, the only trouble it was a white blouse, grey skirt and regulation blue knickers together with some white ankle socks and court shoes.
“No, that cannot be right, these are all girl’s things.”
“This is a girl’s school, what else would you expect to be wearing?” answered Sister.
Sister started to peel off his clothes and packed them into a black bin bag as he removed them. Eventually he was down to his underpants and paused wondering what to do. “Come on don’t dally Chrissie. Let’s get everything off.
He stood there naked as Sister passed him one item after another of his new uniform, until eventually he was dressed as a small school girl. Little did he realise that his uniform was similar to the one worn by the juniors. The final piece of clothing was a white protective tabard. Christopher was devastated.
“You will be taken to lessons by one of the other girls shortly” said Sister.
“Rowena?” he asked
“No Chrissie, you will be taken by Rosemary who is in charge of the junior newbies. You are going to needlework lessons this afternoon.”
“I bloody well am not” snapped Christopher “this is a joke”
Sister went over to the shelf that had the dummies on it and picked up one in a plastic box. “Are you sure Chrissie?” she asked fiddling with the packaging and revealing the contents to him. Before he could answer a girl the same height as him came into the room, she looked about twelve or maybe younger.
“Hi Rosemary sweetheart. Can you take Chrissie to lessons now? He is very nervous, so be sure to hold his hand nice and tightly”.
Chrissie followed Rosemary down to the sewing room and patiently answered all her childish questions. It was not long before Chrissie was mastering the art of simple embroidery and was deep in concentration when his mother popped her head around the door to see him settling in. She did not want to disturb him as the teacher was helping him to embroider the word “BABY” on a plain white terry bib. Later he would sew on an applique of a baby wearing a nappy, but that would be a few days hence. His mother smiled with total delight at her son’s progress in such a short time and made her exit.
The next lesson was sewing and it was traditional that the newbies sewed some of their name tags into their clothes. As he had never done sewing before Chrissie was given an easy task to begin with and so it was that the two dozen nappies were set beside him and he began to sew his name into them one by one. It was all very humiliating he thought.
The bell rang to indicate that it was time for tea and Rosemary took him to her table in the refectory. Christopher said he was supposed to sit on the top table and all the young girls screamed with laughter at such a stupid idea. Tea consisted of scones, jam and a glass of milk for the younger girls, whereas the older girls were allowed tea or coffee. The older girls had linen serviettes, the younger girls had to put on frilly aprons over their uniforms to protect them, the smaller children from the pre-schooler and reception classes had to wear bibs.
After tea Rosemary went to do her prep and Christopher met up with his tutor governess Mrs Black. He had never had to work so hard in all his life. It was Rosemary who picked him up for supper and it was Rosemary who took him to his room at 8pm.
“I go to bed at 11 o’clock” he told her “where do they keep the television here?”
“They don’t have one silly” said Rosemary beginning to giggle, then in a flash she was gone rushing to her dormitory and trying not to be late, because Matron was going to read them a story and it was the Famous Five go to Kirrin Island.
He was about to go exploring when Sister appeared with a nurse he had not met before. “This is Nurse Betty and she is going to help me get you ready for bed Chrissie”. The two of then began by opening up some more of the parcels. Sister shook out a large rubber sheet and laid it across the cot mattress. “Just in case of leaks” she explained.
Nurse Betty took out a white flannelette sheet and tucked it in to the mattress. “These are so warm and comfy” she told him “not easy to find these days either. They do mop up any surprise puddles don’t they Elizabeth?” she chattered. “You will be as snug as a bug in a rug with this on your bed.”
Christopher started to complain “but I haven’t been to the toilet yet and I have only just eaten my supper Sister. Why can’t I use the toilet up on this floor? I will be really careful”.
“Well you should have thought about that before you came to bed young man. I have already told you and I don’t think you are daft or a slow learner, but the girls do not want a boy seeing them in a state of undress, in their underwear or nighties. So my decision if FINAL”. They took him by the arm and steered him to the senior girls’ bath house that had a big sign on the door saying ‘keep out’. Christopher looked around him desperately hoping that there were toilets there, but he was not to know that the toilets were in a separate room of six cubicles further down the corridor.
In no time he was stripped naked and sitting in a few inches of water, because that was all was allowed in boarding school. The chance of taking a pee in the bath was a non-runner. They applied creams to his skin and made him stand in the bath for almost twenty minutes. After this time they hosed him down with the shower head - the acrid cream had removed all of his body hair and he had been thoroughly depilated. His manly pubic hair had also been a casualty and his member now appeared even less impressive than ever.
They then ran him a bath that was barely three inches of water and scrubbed him with a baby shower gel and did his long hair with a similarly fragranced shampoo. He was quite pink after the experience and smelt like an infant.
They wrapped him in a large white bath towel and shuffled him back to his room.
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Chapter Nine
“I hope you are going to be cooperative about this next bit Chrissie, we know it is going to be hard for you, but you can make it to morning I am sure. Now lie down on this towel and let us sort you out.” She said kindly. Nappy cream was rubbed into his skin and he had to admit that Nurse Betty had a very soft and loving touch, so he had to try and avoid an erection. The towel was of course a nappy and it was one of those into which he had sewn his name tag. Copious volumes of baby powder were sprinkled on him and he was enveloped in a cloud of the babyish perfume.
Betty folded another nappy into a long rectangle and put it over the front of him before pulling the nappy beneath him up between his legs and fastening it with two large safety pins with protective pink caps. It felt huge and immensely thick and he could hardly bring his legs together. Sister shook out a voluminous pair of clear plastic pants in front of Christopher’s face and worked his feet through the leg holes, then asked him to lift his bottom as she worked them up his legs. She snuggled the nappy beneath the pants and had him turn over so they could check that all was covered at the back and no part of the nappy lay outside of the protective pants. He was then sat up and a large pink vest put over his head. The arms ended in padded mitten and the feet were similarly enclosed. A row of poppers ran down the front of his chest and continued in an arch between his legs. They carefully did up all the poppers and in no time he was warmly cocooned in the softest of brushed cotton. He felt like a total dork, and he could not imagine what he looked like.
In the next minute he was wearing the pink baby harness with the little jingle bells on the front. The two women worked diligently doing up a series of buckles and straps until the network of straps fit him perfectly neither too tight or too loose. He thought of what they were doing to him and started to fidget.
“Ah ah!” warned Sister wagging her finger under his nose “you have been such a good boy, you don’t want to spoil it do you?”
“Those bells are for the safety of the girls, in the unlikely event that you went walkabout, those bells would be loud enough to wake the dead” explained Sister.
“Now you only have to take your vitamins and you are ready for bed”. She presented three tablets and one gelatine capsule which she explained were Vitamins A, C and E with the last tablet being a mineral supplement. In reality one was a diuretic, one was a muscle relaxant, one was a sleeping pill and the other a powerful sedative. She helped put them in his mouth because his hands were quite useless in the mittens and then put a sippy cup to his mouth so he could wash them down with some cranberry juice.
“You have been a very big boy about all this and we are both very pleased with you, so you have earned a treat”. Nurse Betty reached in to her pocket and produced a small packet of chocolate buttons “You can have these tomorrow”. Christopher went to take them. “No not now silly billy, you have just brushed your teeth! You can have them tomorrow at break-time. I will put them on the shelf up here next to these dummies”.
“Hop up into bed then” she commanded. He obeyed, why he obeyed he did not know but he did as he was told. Maybe he appreciated the kindness he was being shown, maybe he liked the attention. He did not know. He lay down and Nurse Betty secured his baby harness by the clips at the base of his mattress. He was firmly anchored to his cot with very little room to move or turn. The nappy was so big that he felt inches above the mattress anyway.
Sister pressed a button, there was a whirring sound and the base of the cot dropped slowly in to the floor, then she pulled up the side bars and he realised that he was effectively five feet beneath the top of the rail. He felt very small and vulnerable looking up at the two women who had prepared him for his early bedtime.
“Are you a bed wetter?” she asked him. Christopher shook his head in denial. “Well you have had a very traumatic day and in the unlikely event that you do have a little potty accident, then you are well protected and we shall not be cross at all. We will fully understand, so please do not worry about anything. You are wearing a nappy and that is what nappies are for. Better a wet nappy than a ruined mattress and spoilt bedding. Now I have talked to Miss Primm and she has said that if you are dry for the next three days, then we will order you a potty and you will not have to wear the nappies any more, however, if you wet the bed then you will have told us a fib about being dry at night and you will have to suc-k a dummy as punishment until you are dry again at night. Is that fair?” He nodded in agreement. “Now can I get you a drink darling? Is there anything you want? Would you like a teddy? Do you want your dummy now? No? Okay then. I will leave your sippy cup with the juice in case of emergency.” The large sippy cup was put on the mattress next to his pillow. She covered him in a fluffy soft white cellular blanket and then topped it off with a woolly top blanket with bunnies all over it.
“Nighty night Chrissie. I was told that you were a very naughty boy, but you have been soooo good today”.
Christopher could have screamed out at her, but what was the point? They had him trussed up and totally immobilised. Despite his normal bedtime being almost midnight, here he was at a really early hour feeling completely wacked and fighting to stay awake. It had been a long and different type of day he reflected, as his eyes slowly flickered to a close. The Sister and nurse left quietly, Chrissie hardly heard them leave. He wished that he had been to the loo before he was prepared for bed, because that omission might come back to haunt him tomorrow he thought. He could go 15 hours without relief at home, so he should be okay he thought to himself.
He felt the front of his soft sleeper, he had to admit that he had never felt anything softer and the soft terry towelling nappy was almost heavenly against his newly depilated skin. He thought of Rowena and her magnificent breasts, he felt his rising passion within the soft folds of his nappy and within minutes he was rubbing himself furiously. His nappies felt so good that Rowena slipped out of his thoughts and the humiliation of his being put back in nappies fought for space in his thoughts. His mind was in turmoil as he bucked and twisted against his restraints, trying to get enough feeling down to his little rigid member. The nappies were too thick, the layers too many and now the added problem that the sedative and sleeping pills were starting to work. It was with a huge sense of frustration that he gave up and he drifted into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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Chapter Ten
At around the time that dusk was dawning, Christopher stirred in his sleep and tried to fight the medication that was keeping him sleepy and sedated. His bladder was bursting for release. Pushing against his elbows he tried to raise himself from his bed, but the strong leather harness jingled in protest and held him within a few inches of the mattress. He shook his head to try and clear his thoughts, for a moment he could not work out where he was. In the gloom of the night light he could see the bars of his cot and the tall pile of nappies. He clutched at the straps, but his hands were enclosed by the built in mittens of his sleep suit and he could barely touch, let alone undo, any of his fastenings.
He slowly remembered where he was and the situation in which he had been placed. His circ-umstances were not being helped by his bladder that sent another urgent plea for release. He clutched himself in an attempt to reinforce the brakes, but the soft warm bulk of his nappies was totally inviting and gave him no resistance at all. His bladder again sent a fast and violent plea and again Christopher clenched his legs together and held himself as tight as his baby clothes would allow. Once again the moment was over and the battle won.
Christopher tried to settle down, but being forced to sleep on his back did not really help him. He tried to turn on his side but the harness was too tight, and in any case the size of his nappies would probably have made it too uncomfortable. The residue of the earlier tablets eased him slowly back into a slumber and his bladder sent a thunderbolt of a spasm that came so quickly that he did not have time to take a grip. A spurt of wee escaped into his nappy, quickly to be followed by another quick attack on his bladder when another even larger spurt escaped. Christopher woke up again with a start, but it was too late because like the sea storming the sand castle on the edge of the surf he had crumbled as the tide came in wave after wave. The release was best described as beautiful, the pain dissipated only to be replaced by a warmth that radiated all around him as his wetting spread from fibre to fibre of the terry towelling seeking dryness and refuge. It swept across his member, down between his legs, across his front, down between his legs and up to his bottom.
He luxuriated in a sensation that he had not experienced in over a decade and it was not as horrid as he had expected. Ten minutes later he did not bother to stop the mild request for release of the last volume that had journeyed down from his kidneys and he simply let it flow.
The uncomfortable pressure was gone and Christopher once again went back to sleep.
About three hours later he awoke to a beam of sunlight shining through his nursery window. The soft fluffy nappy that when put on seemed to float around him now hung heavy and pressed against his skin. When he moved, the nappy seemed to move with him as if glued to his skin by its wetness. His newly depilated skin was slightly tender and the wetness was beginning to break down and more alkaline. He was sure that the babyish J&J smell was now over-powered by a more ammoniacal smell of stale urine. It was not only starting to become uncomfortable but it had also cooled and felt clammy against him. Now he realised there was a fresh stock of pee that had built up and although the urge was not so great, he decided that the nappy was already wet and that he might as well use it to its full advantage. Rewarming the nappy was almost pleasurable he thought.
Just as he was peeing, Nurse Betty came breezing into his room. “Good Morning! Rise and shine Chrissie!” she chirped. “How are you today?” she asked pressing the switch that raised the base of his cot.
Christopher looked at her sheepishly “I had an accident in my nappy nurse” he said as his face changed to a deep shade of red. Betty smiled to herself interested that he had referred to it as ‘his’ nappy, that was a very good start and usually took a few days to establish.
“Well aren’t you a big boy to go in your nappy and not wet your lovely new bed” she said ruffling his hair and then petting his cheek. “Let’s get you sorted out shall we?” She unclipped and unbuckled him from his harness, undid the poppers and pulled his arm out of the sleeper. In no time at all she had him sitting just in his nappy and plastic pants. After years of experience she could tell that he had wet it more than once and the last time was very recently.
While he sat in his cot like a compliant toddler, he picked up the drink in the sippy cup and started to suc-k on it. Nurse Betty glanced at him a gave him a huge smile, then began to lay out his school clothes ready for the day ahead.
“Now let’s get you out of that wet nappy shall we sweetheart?” she asked him softly. “Lift up like a good boy, that’s it”. She grabbed the plastic pants and nappy in one lot and pulled the whole thing from around his hips and down his legs and then over his feet. She undid the pins and separated the plastic pants from the two nappies, then threw them both into one of the nappy buckets with a loud plop. She then set about cleaning him up with baby wipes and a flannel. She applied a fresh layer of cream to protect his skin.
In no time at all Chrissie was dressed in his uniform.
“You wet your nappy didn’t you Chrissie?” she asked seriously
“You know I did” retorted Chrissie
“So you fibbed about not being a bed wetter didn’t you?”
“Well” he hesitated “well I didn’t wet the bed did I, I wet my nappy!” he said thinking himself very clever. Nurse Betty was already on his case behind him, and before he could say another word she had tied a bib around his neck and inserted the large pink dummy in his mouth.
“This was the deal wasn’t it sweetheart?” she reminded him “When you are dry then the dummy can go”. She pinned a dummy clip to his bib and connected the ring on the face plate to the ribbon that ran to the clip. “There! Now you cannot lose it darling!” she said pushing the teat against his lips. He resisted the intrusion, but the fierce expression on nurse Betty’s face told him it would be better to comply. He allowed the rubber teat to enter his mouth and gave it an experimental suc-k. Nurse Betty beamed at “There now, that isn’t so bad is it darling?”
Christopher felt a small tear run down his cheek at the humiliation of it all. There he was dressed as a little schoolgirl suc-king on a dummy having just been changed out of a wet nappy.
Life could not get any more humiliating.
He was about to make a fuss when Rosemary came bounding in full of beans and far too chirpy for Chrissie’s liking. “You wet the bed” she said as a matter of fact “Sophie and Sarah did as well last night. Now we have got to get going or else we will be late for breakfast and assembly. Come on quickly” she said grabbing his hand and pulling. Nurse Betty laughed and shooed them out with her hands.
“I need to go to the loo” he told her
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Chapter 11
The pressing need to do a number two was beginning to become urgent, he snatched his hand out of hers and rushed in the opposite direction to the visitor’s toilet which was close to the school’s reception area. Like all businesses, the school was required to have a disable toilet and because they had no pupils in wheelchairs, they decided that it made sense to install the facility as the one reserved for any visitors.
Rosemary shouted after him to come back, but he knew that time was of the essence and he risked upsetting her in order not to have a very serious accident. He got to the door and rushed in, completing his business in record time. He washed his hands and rushed out to try and catch up with Rosemary who was waiting outside.
“Now we will be late” she said crossly “and we will probably get a punishment because of you”.
“I’m so sorry” said Christopher “but it was really urgent”. They started to run and made it to the refectory just as Miss Primm had stood up to conduct prayers. She glared at them from the raised stage.
“Rosemary and Chrissie” she boomed “I will see you in my study after breakfast please”. Rosemary burst into tears.
“I have never been in trouble before, now look what you have done.” She spoke between sobs and Christopher felt so badly that he put his arm around her and gave a few suc-ks on his dummy. He looked around him and sure enough Sophie and Sarah were also dummied and bibbed. Nobody seemed to take any notice of him nursing on his soother like a toddler, it all seemed quite normal to all around him.
Prayers were said, notices were read out to tell them the school news and also of upcoming events like parent’s day and visiting speakers. Breakfast was then served and Christopher had scrambled egg on toast with a large sippy cup of orange juice. He asked why he could not have a proper glass and it was explained that if you had to use a dummy then you could not be trusted with anything as fragile as a tumbler.
Rosemary and Christopher made their way to the Miss Primm’s office and knocked on the door.
“Come” boomed the voice from within. They entered, once again Christopher found himself suc-king on the large pink dummy in his mouth and the face plate moved in and out to his rhythm. They stood before the large desk, Rosemary was clutching her front and fidgeting, clearly frightened.
“Tardiness is something that I will not tolerate in this school” she said banging her hand on her desk “punctuality is a matter of courtesy and respect to others” she went on. “This country is showing less and less respect to others and I will not have it. I will not have pupils from my school leaving with such arrogance and lack of commitment. So how am I going to teach you the error of your ways?” she asked them “what punishment is going to fit this crime?”
The two of them looked terrified as Miss Primm in full flow was fearsome. Rosemary, always a perfect pupil, was white and pale, she held Christopher’s hand so tightly that he thought her nails would penetrate his skin. They both looked at the floor in shame.
“It is all about time” continued Miss Primm “it is all about planning. So you should plan to go back in time and spend time as pre-schoolers. You will go to Matron and she will give you the appropriate uniforms. You will spend one week dressed in this way, you will attend your normal classes, but you will take your pace at the appropriate table in the refectory. You are dismissed”.
Matron was a lady who was rarely seen, because Sister Elizabeth was the person in the public eye. Matron was working behind the scenes making sure that the whole school ran with military precision when it came to the health and welfare of its pupils.
They rushed to Matron’s office, Rosemary knew where it was but had never been inside and she explained to Christopher that she had only ever seen her a couple of times. Clearly Miss Primm had rung ahead, because Matron was waiting for them.
She was a thin petite woman with greying hair dressed in a black uniform. She did not look at all imposing and could almost be described as sweet, but looks are deceptive. “strip off those clothes” she demanded “Rosemary, you can change behind those screens, I will be there shortly to help you. Chrissie you can just wait a minute”. She joined rosemary behind the screens and items of clothing were thrown across the top of the screen. “Rosemary, you dirty girl, these pants are soaked”, Christopher heard her exclaim, “you will have to wear pullups if you cannot control yourself.”
Rosemary let out a wail “but I was so frightened Matron”
No more was said, eventually Rosemary reappeared wearing a white blouse that lay behind a skirt with bib and braces that buttoned at the back. She was wearing a pair of white woollen tights over which was a pair of white ruffled panties. The bulge of the protective pullup was quite noticeable because the skirt barely reached the middle of her bottom and when she walked he noticed a definite waddle.
Chrissie was dressed identically apart from the pullupsand felt as low as he could possibly feel. In his mind he was thinking of escape from these mad women and their strange school. How could he escape dressed as a pre-schooler with no money, no idea of where he was being held and secured each night in his cot? Who would believe his story if he did manage to escape the confines of the school?
“I have something for you” he said “but I have to go to my room to collect it” he told her
“It is against the rules to go back to your room after breakfast and before end supper” she informed him.
“Wait here” he said bounding towards the stairs. He rushed in to the room and picked up the packet of chocolate buttons he had been given the night before. In the security room a guard was on the telephone to Miss Primm, who went next door to look at the monitors.
“You will really be in trouble now!” she said to him looking fearful.
Christopher gave her the chocolates “You deserve these more than I do” he said kindly. Miss Primm looking at the two on the monitor saw Chrissie put his arm round Rosemary and give her a brotherly hug. For a moment the security guard thought he saw her eyes begin to water slightly.
“No punishment today Henry, I think we can let that one pass” she said with the trace of a croak in her voice.
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Chapter 12
It was this day that Chrissie completed the embroidery of his bib and Mrs Hope held it up to show the class how well the task had been completed. He felt a little disappointed when she carefully folded it up and put in her desk drawer.
Rosemary gave him a huge smile from the desk next to him.
“You okay?” he whispered. She gave a little smile and nodded her head.
Chrissie had a full schedule with Mrs Black, who although initially seemed quite fearsome turned out to be a top class tutor to him and patiently but firmly drilled him in mathematics, physics and chemistry. Those things that confused him or had been badly understood became clear as she reorganised his knowledge and made sure his revision notes were clear and concise. “Don’t waffle boy!” was one of her favourite expressions, “if I wanted to know the history of this topic I would have purchased the book, just answer the question” was another.
In truth, Mrs Black recognised Chrissie as a bright and intelligent boy who despite his poor start was making huge progress in a very short space of time.
A few weeks later Nurse Betty told him that there was some good news and some bad news. The bad news was that because he had made such a mess every day in the visitor’s toilet that he was not going to be allowed to use it for doing his ‘number two’. The good news is that Miss Primm had approved the supply of a potty that they had at last managed to source and Emilia had taken delivery of that week.
“So does that mean I do not have to wear a nappy to bed anymore?” asked Christopher hopefully.
“No sweetheart” said Nurse Betty sweetly “you have not had a dry night since you arrived here have you? We cannot risk you not waking up in time and besides who would undo your harness for you? No dear, in fact you are now wetting so heavily that we have managed to get some thicker nappies for you to wear, so the chance of a leak is completely avoided”
Christopher suc-ked sadly on his dummy and looked down at the bulging nappies that were yellow and wet beneath the transparent plastic pants – they were a clear testament to Nurse Betty’s observations. The truth was perhaps even worse, because in truth there were mornings when he woke up not even knowing if he had wet himself during the night, so reassuring, reliable and comforting was his night time protection. The cold realisation that he had reverted back to wetting his bed like a little toddler was a huge concern.
“Anyway, let’s not worry too much about things” said Nurse Betty cheerfully “you have been such a big boy and not once have your wet your sheets. It is true that you have used your nappies, but that is fine, because that is what they are for” she continued “so there is nothing at all to worry about and I am so proud at how you have cooperated and made life so easy for me.” She stripped off his nappy and plastic pants and threw them into his nappy bucket, which was taken away every three days to be laundered.
His room now smelt of stale pee and baby powder just like any other baby’s nursery.
She held up his potty, which was pink (as he might have expected, because everything in his life seemed to be pink these days) and had a large raised portion at the front to direct any wetting down into the pot. It certainly looked the part and was large and sturdy enough to take a teenager like himself. Christopher looked apprehensive.
“Come on Chrissie, I haven’t got all day” she said firmly “get sat down and do your business”. Christopher looked shyly at her. “Stop wasting time” she ordered a bit crossly “there is nothing I have not seen before”.
Christopher did as he was told and performed beautifully finishing off with a tinkling noise against the appropriately placed guard. Nurse Betty wiped his bottom for him and he stood up. The smell was not nice and Nurse Betty opened the window without any sign of emotion on her face, for her it was just another day at the nursery.
He was dressed in his uniform and as usual Rosemary came to pick him up. Unlike Nurse Betty she wrinkled her nose up at the smell that hit her as she came into the room. Nurse Betty glared at her and her face put on a forced smile. “Christopher is only allowed to use the visitor’s toilet for a wee now” explained Nurse Betty. Rosemary nodded her understanding and looked compassionately at the downcast expression on Christopher’s face.
They hurried down to assembly.
They were both dressed in their normal uniforms, because the earlier punishment had finished and Rosemary was out of her pullups (that she had managed to keep dry) and they were back on their own table again. It had been very humiliating to wear a bib at mealtimes, but for Chrissie who still had to suc-k a dummy and wear a dribble bib, it was not such a big deal.
Miss Primm was going through the normal assembly routine and Chrissie was half listening and half distracted as he looked at Rowena on the top table and on whom he had developed a big crush. “As you know, a few weeks ago our newbie pupil Chrissie won the award for the best embroidery, when he did a lovely baby’s bib. So it is with great pleasure that I can tell you that after only a month he has also won the award for the best crochet, where he has made the most delightful bed jacket. He asked if he could work on it in the evenings and at weekends in his spare time and this is the result”. She held up the softest lamb’s wool confection in pure white with pearl buttons and pink ribbon trimmings.
Christopher beamed with pride, but the truth was that without a television and nothing else to do, this was a better option than playing with dolls or other girlie pastimes. However, although he thought he was making a bed jacket, in reality he had made himself a baby’s matinee jacket for the cold nights of winter or if he needed to go outside in the cold.
Author says: That is all I have written up until now, please be patient it might take a while to write the next chapters.
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Chapter 13
It was about another two weeks later, by which time Christopher was into a perfect rhythm. The new nappies were far thicker and more absorbent than his old ones and with two additional nappies inserted he was more than secure. This was just as well, because he had developed quite a taste for cranberry juice and was now being given a huge sippy cup full at bedtime which he always finished. His Babygro was at full stretch when he was put to bed with the poppers threatening to snap open at any moment.
He was still taking his ‘vitamin’ tablets but Sister and Nurse Betty wondered if he really needed to take them anymore. On one evening a few days ago, Nurse Betty was almost sure that he had wet his nappy even before they had dressed him in his Babygro and was sure that he looked a little sheepish. During the night he slept soundly and never stirred any more when the urge to wet himself was upon him and there was no doubt that he was back to being a bed wetter and completely dependent on being put back in his nappies at night. He was also completely dependent on his dummy and he suc-ked it continuously night and day without a second thought. Nurse Betty thought he looked more than a little anxious when they thought they had lost it during his morning wash and tooth brushing.
One morning Nurse Betty came rushing in to Christopher’s nursery “Your Mummy is here darling, come on quick as you can, you have to be in Miss Primm’s office right away, because your Mummy just popped in on her way to an important meeting.”
She unclipped his pink baby harness and helped him to get out of his cot. He pointed at his nappy indicating that he need to be changed and dressed into his school clothes.
“No time to dawdle Chrissie”, she helped him out of his cot and into a pair of pink slippers with big pompoms on the toes. His nappy being thoroughly soaked sagged noticeably in his Babygro and he felt the weight being suspended by the poppers at his crotch.
“I cannot go like this” he spluttered past his dummy, as Nurse Betty propelled him down the corridor.
They arrived at Miss Primm’s office, Nurse Betty knocked on the door and pushed Chrissie in to the room. His mother was standing in front of Miss Primm’s desk dressed in a very smart charcoal grey business suit underneath she wore a silk white blouse. She smelt of Chanel No. 5, he smelt of warm pee and baby powder.
“Look at youuuu!” she exclaimed holding on the ooooh as she emphasised the word “who is this lovely baby girl in her pink Babygro and little bib?” Christopher suc-ked hard on his dummy as he always did now whenever he was stressed. “And who loves to suc-k his big baby’s do-di?” she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Are you wearing a nappy darling?” she asked incredulously but judging by the bulk deemed it a stupid question anyway!
Before Chrissie could answer Miss Primm replied for him “We had to put him in night time nappies because we could not have him wandering about the school with so many girls. He told us he was not a bed wetter, but as you can see by the way his nappy is sagging, I would say he has maintained his unbroken record of wetting himself every night since he came here. Haven’t you sweetheart?” she said giving him that special look.
He nodded his head in agreement
“Because he told us he did not wet the bed and then woke up the next day in a wet nappy, it proved he had been fibbing to us, so we gave him a dummy as punishment until he had a dry night. The trouble is he has not had a dry night since.”
Christopher looked very uncomfortable, but there were new problems on his mind and they were not entirely unrelated to what they were talking about, because now he felt and urgent and desperate need for his potty. After a daily routine of potty use his body expected release and worse than that expected release immediately.
His mother came over to him and gave him a big hug and he tried to respond, but his mind was elsewhere and he began to fidget. “Come on Chrissie, give me a big cuddle, don’t be like that”.
Miss Primm who was familiar with the well-known signs of the ‘potty dance’ smiled knowingly.
“It is not your fault Mrs. Greenburg but Chrissie was so pleased to hear you had come to see him that he would not wait for Nurse Betty to change him, nor did he wait for his potty break this morning. I think our little chicken is about to lay an egg in his nappy!”
“Sorry?” demanded Anne “did you say he didn’t use his potty? Surely he doesn’t use a potty does he?”
“Well he didn’t originally but he does now” explained Miss Primm “he never used to clean up the loo after himself and well” she chose her words carefully “it was a bit unpleasant for visitors and guest” she said in a quiet voice. “So now he goes in a lovely new potty that we bought for him to keep in his room.”
Christopher did not want to interrupt because he knew the punishment would be that he would be left in his wet nappy for the rest of the morning. It had not happened yet, but he had been threatened a few weeks ago. He put up his hand but Miss Primm seemed to be looking at his mother. He rushed to his mother and gave her a huge hug “I have to use the potty Mum, pleeease” he whined in her ear, but the dummy made his words unclear. Whatever was inside him was fighting to escape and despite his most urgent attempts the launch sequence had started. “Mummy” he almost squealed in despair.
“Sweetheart” she said glowing “You haven’t called me Mummy in years, you really are turning back into a sweet boy” she said with feeling.
“Mummy, I have to…” but it was too late and instead of finishing his sentence he let out a babyish groan”.
Miss Primm looked at Chrissie kindly “I think Chrissie has had a bit of an accident and done a poo in his nappy, but it doesn’t matter does it Chrissie, because that is what nappies are for?” Christopher just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. His mother put her hand on the bottom his Babygro and gave it a little pat.
“I think somebody has done a big stinky and needs a clean nappy!” she laughed as she felt the load through the back of his pants and gave it a big push to squash it firmly against him. The sweet revenge after years of misery and abuse from this lout was at last hers to enjoy and savour. She relished in Chrissie’s misery, she looked at the figure before her dressed in a pink Babygro, suc-king a dummy, wearing a bib covered in drool, back in nappies during the night and not only wetting them like an incontinent toddler, but now soiling them like a small baby.
Chrissie was crying like an infant, tears ran down his face, his nose was snotty and he was slobbering around his dummy. He stood bow-legged not knowing what to do or where to go. The look of total delight on his mother’s face at his suffering was something he knew he richly deserved.
Miss Primm took a muslin nappy out of her desk cupboard and passed it to Anne. “He is beyond a hanky or tissue I think, better clean his face with this” she said passing the white cloth to her. As she had done over a decade ago, she gave her son a hug and carefully wiped his face. She took out his dummy and as she did so saw the flash of panic come into his face. She held the handle of the dummy in her mouth as she cleaned him up, then she did not know why but turned it round and gave it a suc-k to clean it just as she had done when he was a baby. She remembered something about a mother suc-king her baby’s dummy improved their baby’s immune system. She surprised herself by doing this and then thought that her son’s dummy was very soothing! No wonder they call it a soother she thought.
Miss Primm said “I do have spares if you would like one Mrs Greenburg; as a souvenir of course”. Anne pulled herself together with a start. “Chrissie, you have a stinky bottom, so please go to Nurse Betty at once and give your mummy a big kiss goodbye” she commanded.
Anne gave Chrissie a long soft hug which he returned. “I still think you look really sweet” she told him “much better than the old Christopher. Love you.” She said as he turned to the door.
“Love you” he mumbled through his dummy just as the door closed behind him. Anne heard the words and was overjoyed.
“Miss Primm, you and your school have done an amazing job on Chrissie, I cannot tell you how grateful I am”.
“He is doing very well. To be fair he is working really hard, has shown a great deal of thoughtfulness to his fellow pupils especially one young girl who he seems to have adopted as a sister. He works hard at his lessons, has a natural flair for needlework and crochet, indeed he won a prize for these!” she reached in to her desk again and took out the bib and matinee jacket that Chrissie had made.
“So what happens next?” asked Anne
“He is clearly unable to stay dry at night now and soon he will start to have daytime wetting accidents as well. Usually around this time he will soil his nappy during the night and it is this event that is the major turning point that completely breaks his potty training. The brain is a complicate organ and things which are controlled automatically can be changed so that reversing the process back to the way they were becomes almost impossible.”
“You mean he will completely accept the process?”
“Yes, he will associate nappies as being the norm. Nobody in the school bats an eyelid when one of their members turns up dressed in baby clothes, because it is the normal punishment. Far from being nasty or making comments they show sympathy because they know that one day it might be them suc-king the dummy or sitting in the highchair”.
“I sent Chrissie here to get even” she said “I never thought revenge would be a wet nappy I certainly never expected it to be a dirty nappy!”
The two of them laughed and laughed
[Concluded]
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For Sissie Poopsie and sorry it took so long
Christopher arrived back at his room with his nappy hanging from his hips because of the weight of his eliminations. Nurse Betty was waiting for him with his potty. The look on his face and the smell let her know immediately that her offering was too late.
“Don’t worry sweetheart” she said softly “that is what your nappy is meant for. Everything seems to be taken care of and I will change you straight away”. Christopher gingerly placed himself on his changing mat and cringed as the mess in the back of his nappy squashed and spread around him. He tried hard to contain his emotions but it was not long before the tears began to flow and his dummy was bobbing in and out like a piston as he sought the comfort that suc-king would give him. Nurse Betty stroked his brow and set about cleaning him up. She did not make a fuss, she did not make a face, she worked quietly and efficiently stripping away the layers until everything was better and he was clean and sweet-smelling. She dressed him tenderly and shook out a pair of large white panties .
“Nurse Betty!” exclaimed Christopher “those are not my normal panties. They are made of towelling”.
Betty pulled up the panties that were made from two layers of the softest terry towelling with an additional thick band of four layers that ran from the waist band across the crotch and up to the waist band on the back. “You have had a very traumatic day Chrissie and these will protect you in case you have any accidents”
“They are toddler training pants” moaned Christopher.
“Indeed they are” she replied factually “and they will save you from any embarrassments that might occur later”. She reached up onto the shelf and took down two bags of chocolate button which she put in the pocket of his tabard.
Rosemary arrived to pick him up for breakfast and wrinkled her nose at the smell that pervaded his room. She looked at him with sympathy and gave his hand a little squeeze as they walked hand in hand to the refectory. Christopher who was still in shock nursed his dummy and hardly noticed when a thin stream of drool dripped on to his new bib. As he bent down to straighten his socks, a bag of the buttons fell out of his pocket and he stopped further to pick them up. Rosemary noticed his dress rise up to reveal the white expanse of his terry nappy pants and immediately felt sorry for him.
Christopher stood up and realised with a start that Rosemary had seen his infantile situation. He handed her the packet of buttons “thank you for being my friend” he said emotionally.
Miss Primm was talking to his mother at the top table “Chrissie has made very good progress and his education is outstanding under the tutelage of Mrs Black. I must admit that I was surprised that he has reached the regression stage where he soils himself. I would have expected that to take at least another month or so.”
“So what will happen to him now?” asked his mother
“Nurse will take away his potty privileges in the morning on the basis that he has already soiled his nappy today as he is clearly happy to use his protection for that purpose. This will lead to Chrissie going in his nappy for any purpose whenever he feels the need. Such freedom will lead to him ‘going on demand’ and moving away from fixed times and routines. He may well get to the stage where he messes his nappy in his sleep and hardly know he is doing it until he wakes up.”
Anne looked a little shocked and then broke out in to a broad grin as she thought of the humiliation that this would bring on her errant son.
Miss Primm was not finished although clearly pleased at Ann’s reaction. “It is at this time that his mind will reach an important crossroads. He cannot have one rule for night time and a totally different set of rules for the day time and the conflict will resolve itself in the form of ‘accidents’ that will occur if he is pre-occupied or if his thoughts are diverted by dramatic events or concerns”.
Christopher took his place at the refectory table and it seemed that everybody knew of his accident, but as was the norm, not one of them said a word or passed a comment, because none of them wanted to suffer the same fate. He looked at the top table where his mother was chatting to Miss Primm and wondered what they were talking about with such enthusiasm. He ate his breakfast in silence unable to stop his brain from replaying the horrifying events of the morning and reliving the shame over and over again. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have prevented the accident? The more he pondered events the less he was able to come up with any answers.
Breakfast finished he joined Rosemary to make his way to classes. He was scheduled to have another lengthy session with Mrs. Black and he was looking forward to his tutorial session as her dedication and praise for his achievements were making him an excellent and rewarded student. For once in his life he was beginning to realise his true potential and was being rewarded mentally for all his efforts.
His first class of the morning was mother craft and although he thought this was a bit girly, they really were interesting lessons covering everything from having a baby to looking after it from birth to being a toddler. He learnt first aid, feeding, keeping a baby occupied and content and of course how to clean and change it. He smiled at the thought, as he had first-hand experience of that part of the course. It was as he was smiling that Miss Primm caught up with the two of them with his mother close behind.
“Your mother is going now Chrissie and I thought you would like to say goodbye” she told him. “Give her a hug then” she encouraged him. He went to his mother who clutched him more tightly than he could ever remember and for the first time he felt loved. She ran her hands down his back and settled on the thick padding of his soft fluffy training pants.
She looked across to Miss Primm “Agnes is he wearing….”
“Yes my dear, it is just a precaution, but after a major accident it makes sense to put Chrissie in nappy pants just in case. It is only for a week and if there are no accidents then he can go back to his regular panties”, she said slipping in a sly wink.
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That night as Christopher was being put in a nappy ready for his bedtime he noticed that on the dresser was another pile of larger nappies standing next to the normal pile and also a small pile of muslin cloths. Nurse Betty took one of the larger nappies and folded it in to a kite shape as usual, she then took one of the muslin cloths and positioned this at the back of the nappy so that it would cover his bottom area. He lifted up as normal as she slid the nappies under him, then she folded one of his normal nappies in half and positioned this at the front of his nappy before pulling it up between his legs and fastening it on both side with large silver nappy pins. The plastic pants seemed huge by comparison to his normal ones and by the time Nurse was finished he was lying with his legs wide apart unable to close them because of the huge bulk between his legs.
“I have put a muslin nappy in the back to make changing a messy nappy easier Chrissie” she said “I have also put an extra nappy in the front because you are wetting so heavily at night and this will stop you from making your cot wet.”
“But Nurse, I will go in my potty tomorrow like normal, I will not go poo in my nappy. Honestly, I promise you I will be a good boy and go in the potty” he pleaded.
“Look Chrissie, I hated emptying and cleaning out that potty, it was disgusting work for me and I was delighted that you used your nappy for its intended purpose. It takes no time to change a nappy but it takes ages to clean and sterilise a potty. Now you can go whenever you feel the need, you don’t have to wait until I change you and more. Life will be so much simpler. That is final and we will not talk about it anymore, you are being so good and it would be a shame to spoil things” she firmly told him.
Christopher got down from the changing table and she fitted his onesie which stretched tightly over the bulky nappies and poked out between every gap between the poppers that fastened at his crotch. He walked with a very distinct waddle towards his cot looking very much like a toddler just learning to take his first steps. Once in his cot he realised that it was impossible to lie on his side and so had to sleep on his back with his legs pointing to each corner of the bottom of his cot. He took his tablets and drank the juice form his sippy cup before Nurse gave him his dummy ready to cover him up and pull up the cot side.
He had not been in bed for much more than half an hour when he wet himself as he was slipping off to sleep, the nappies were so big and absorbent that apart from a slight warmth he hardly realised what he had done. The sedatives he had been given ensured that he had a deep sleep, at some time in the night he had turned on his front and pulled his legs in to himself so that his bottom was sticking up in the air. This was a comfortable position given the size of his nappies. It was also an ideal position to take the pressure off his sphincter and as he woke up he realised that nature was going make the most of this opportunity and before he could really think about things he felt a mighty contraction. In horror he realised that he was about to mess himself and tried to stop the call of nature, but it was far too late and before he could do anything a large log was forcing its way into his nappy. It met the resistance of the tightly pinned muslin and terry nappies but was not to be denied, it became a mixture of pain and almost sensual excitement, his brain told him to push. Christopher grunted and strained to complete the process and he felt the poo slip and strain into his waiting nappy, it was an almost pleasant experience and certainly a huge relief. There was more to come and he felt the mass building up behind him as he grunted and pushed with his face becoming red from the exertion. He had committed the ultimate infantile act, he had become the perfect baby and the great relief he had just experienced was replaced with one of utter revulsion at what he had become.
He stayed on his front not knowing what to do. He could feel the mess he had made clinging to him and he knew that the more he moved the worse the disaster would become. It seemed an eternity before Nurse Betty came in and saw him kneeling beside the rails of his cot. She immediately knew that he had soiled his nappy and beamed at him.
“What a good boy you have been Chrissie using your nappy to do all your business. Just stay as you are and I will get you cleaned up”. She busied herself laying out the supplies she would need to clean him and then helped the very humble boy onto his changing mat. He grimaced as he sat in the mess, but Betty seemed almost pleased with his performance. “It is only a bit of a mess, we will soon have you all back to normal Chrissie” she said kindly.
In a trice she had his onesie un-poppered and around his waist, the plastic pants were off in a trice with Chrissie lifting his behind to enable her to pull them off with one clean pull. The nappy was unpinned and the soaker nappy put straight in his nappy bucket. He lifted again and she removed the muslin one wiping him up with the parts that were unsoiled. The smell was over-powering but she seemed oblivious. The night-time nappy joined the first one in his wet nappy bucket, the muslin went in a new soiled nappy bucket that had appeared out of nowhere. In no time at all she had him squeaky clean and in his nappy pants. The rest of his uniform quickly followed.
Christopher was very subdued and Nurse Betty gave him a super big hug to make him feel better. “Don’t worry Chrissie, this is so much easier for me to deal with and it does mean that you can go number 2’s without sitting on a silly potty with me watching you perform, at least this gives you some privacy and must be far less embarrassing? What do you think?”
He thought for a little and nodded his head in agreement, his dummy being worked a little less than it had been. Nurse replaced his bib that was extremely damp after all his exertions with a slightly larger and thicker one that had a vinyl backing to cope with his increasing level of drooling. Christopher looked down at this new garment and saw that it had a teddy wearing a large nappy embroidered on the corner. He was beyond caring.
Rosemary came to pick him up and he was pleased to see her. She never judged him and never made him feel bad, she knew that he had lost the use of his potty and somehow she already knew that he had soiled his night time nappy but she did not say a word but gave his hand an extra squeeze as they walked to breakfast.
They had breakfast together and as usual went off to classes. They walked past the visitor’s toilet and Christopher did not rush in as he normally did. Rosemary looked at him and pulled him to a stop. “Don’t you need to go?” she asked him “It is a long time until break.”
Christopher looked shocked. “Thank you. What was I thinking about? These training pants are so soft that for a moment I thought I was back in nappies.” He dashed in to the loo and sat down on the seat, the pants lying between his feet thick, fluffy and comforting. The elastic at the leg was too tight for him to slip his willy under and go standing up. He finished and pulled his pants back up, the soft embrace was incredible he thought.
He rejoined Rosemary to classes and played an active part in English, History and Geography. The classes were so well structured and of such quality that he was completely enthralled with what he heard and his brain took in more information than it had ever done in the past. However, while his brain was absorbing all the new facts and experiences of learning it was starting to lose its grip on the day to day routine operations like maintaining bladder control. The months spent wearing nappies for almost twelve hours a day and the association of soft terry towelling against his skin with not having to think about his toilet control had produced the conflict predicted by Miss Primm.
Christopher was getting up from the last of the morning lessons to go to the refectory for a drink and biscuit when he felt some warmth at his front. He quickly felt the outside of his training pants and was relieved that they felt dry. He thought he must have imagined it, but the warmth persisted and as he walked along the corridor that warmth seemed to be cooling. By the time he reached his drink his pants were feeling decidedly cold and wet, the thick layers of cloth had absorbed his release and his urine was slowly wicking its way through the many layers of terry towelling towards the outside. He realised that he had had an accident but that he had not released his entire bladder, he felt the front of his pants and they were still dry. He decided to go to the loo immediately and made a dash for it. Now his bladder decided it was time to go again and Christopher clutched himself in an attempt to stop the flow.
His bladder was unrelenting and spasm followed spasm as he tried to clench down and stop the flow, but his brain knew that he was protected and would not respond to his mental commands. By the time he had his training pants down he was almost spent and only a small trickle remained. The outside of his pants which had up until a few minutes earlier had been pristine and white, now had a yellow circle that was slowly expanding as his wee made its way to the outer layer of cloth.
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He pulled up his nappy pants and realised the full impact of his accident, he was now very wet and there was no way to disguise it. He decided to make his way to the Nurse’s station and seek out Nurse Betty.
She was having a coffee sitting at her desk where she kept the records of the children under her care. Each child had a comprehensive record of their sleeping habits, their diet, their toilet performance, when they had a bath and there was nothing it seemed that did not get recorded. She looked up and saw a very distressed Christopher who judging by the damp patch on the front of his skirt had wet his training pants.
“Oh dear! Never mind Chrissie, let’s get you cleaned up and changed shall we? Those towelling panties have done a splendid job haven’t they?” She took him back to his room and cleaned him up but she did not have another pair of the towelling pants, so she put him in a pair of his regular panties.
Christopher was surprised but delighted to be rid of the toddler protection and back to being ‘normal’ again. His delight was short lived because Nurse Betty took him to the store room.
“Hello Emilia” said Nurse Betty cheerfully “how are you?”
“Nothing to moan about” she laughed “and how are you young Chrissie?”
Christopher stuttered “N n not too bad thank you”
“What can I do for you today Betty? How did that pair of potty pants work out for Chrissie?” she asked looking down at Christopher’s crotch and lifting his dress to look. “Oh! He is not wearing them” she said surprised.
“They worked fine, but to be honest Emilia his accident was too big for the potty panties to cope, he wasn’t dripping wet, but he was pretty close! What do you think we should try next, are there any more absorbent training pants he can try?”
Emilia looked pensive and then had the solution “We had a rep in a couple of weeks ago with a product that I think will solve the problem. Normally when a toddler starts potty training they go from nappies into nappy pants but in the first days the mother usually puts a pair of plastic panties over the top to protect against the inevitable heavy accident. From the toddler’s point of view there is little difference in his appearance from wearing a regular nappy with protective plastic pants to wearing potty pants with plastic knickers and so wearing “big boy” pants does not seem to ring true and the experiment often fails. It is the plastic pants that reinforce the ‘babiness’ of the protection, however, put another layer of terry over the plastic pants and sew the whole lot together and you have a product that looks like grown up underwear and feels like underwear! The potty panties now look very different and the toddler can feel grown up and does not mind the extra protection fitted into them.”
Christopher stood there with his mouth agape – they were talking about him as if he was a toddler, but this teenager was going backwards he thought. He started off toilet trained and now he was slowly regressing backwards; first as a bedwetter who had to wear a night time nappy; then as a toddler who had just stopped going on his potty; and now to a baby that seemed destined to be wearing nappies full time.
Emilia took three pairs of the new pants from the shelf and gave them to Betty. They returned to his room and she removed his underwear. She opened up one of the new packets and withdrew what looked like an even larger pair of pants that she held open and asked Christopher to step into. She pulled them up his legs and settled them about his waist. Christopher felt the front and was alarmed to feel that they were not only thicker, but that there was an extra layer of terry cloth under which was a layer of plastic that crackled as he touched it. It was as close to a fitted nappy as you possibly get.
Nurse Betty noticed his concern. “It is only temporary darling, you will get your control back and then we can go back to the nappy pants you had on this morning. Let us give it a week in these to see how you get on. If you stop wetting for two weeks then you can have your regular panties back.” She looked at him sweetly “But if you keep wetting, then I am afraid to say that you will have to go back in nappies full time sweetheart”.
Christopher started to cry.
A few days later
All had not gone well and Christopher was wetting his training pants every day without really knowing he had done so until it was too late. Every morning he had soiled his nappy, that was until this morning when he had no desire to go. He was not bothered but then he had not really considered the consequences of missing his night time slot. He did not realise it, but Nurse Betty had increased his level of diuretics to put his daytime continence under intense pressure. The downside of the intense water draining properties of the diuretics had left him somewhat dry and this had made him constipated.
He did not manage to go the next day either and now Christopher was feeling ‘full’ but unable to do anything about it. He was put in the plastic lined nappy pants and as usual was collected by Rosemary. He made it until after lunch and was in the library for an hour preparing for his tutorial with Mrs. Black. The first sign of a problem came with the flooding of his toddler pants but that was almost normal for him now. He was hit by an almighty urge to move his bowels, it was so powerful that his eyes started to tear up and he doubled up with the pain. He had not ‘been’ for over two days and his body had decided that nothing was going to stop him from soiling his pants.
Christopher did not know what to do. He could not let this happen in his pants, he had to get to the Nursing Station and get some help, maybe he could sit on his potty if they could find it, or maybe he would be allowed to use the toilet just this once.
Another fearful cramp hit him and he could feel it coming, it was trying to tear him apart it was so bad. A gasp escaped him and he fought the urge to push down as the pain was awful. He stood up but then had to bend almost double as another spasm hit him. Slowly the huge mass was fighting its way out of him but still he tried to get on his feet and make it to see a nurse.
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At the door to the library he knew he had a journey that would take him one hundred yards and up a flight of stairs. He walked twenty paces and was hit by another spasm, he could feel it coming into the back of his pants, but its progress was slow and so painful.
He staggered another few paces and was hit by another powerful surge that almost flattened him with the pain. By now he was not only bent double but he had tried to widen his legs as far as possible to make the passage of this monster more bearable.
Rowena, the beautiful senior, who had shown him around on his first day at the school, was walking down the corridor and spotted his distress. “Are you okay?” she asked with genuine concern.
Christopher could only shake his head as his body was wracked with another spam. This time he knew he was never going to make the nurse’s station in time and grunted and pushed with all his might. He groaned and wailed at the pain, his face was beaded in perspiration. “Help me” he pleaded as the spasm receded “I can’t go and it is tearing me apart.”
Rowena knew what was happening, she had seen and experienced this for herself first hand. She rubbed the base of his spine and massaged the cheeks of his bottom trying to open him up a little. He had another spasm and this time his bladder opened up as well and with great joy the obstruction was cleared and a huge weight dropped in to his pants. Rowena held him to her breast while continuing to massage his back.
Rowena hugged him and continued to pat and rub his bottom. He had reached rock bottom and she knew it. Christopher was not only having the most humiliating experience of his life but now a new wrinkle appeared as he inhaled the warm fragrance and softness of Rowena’s breast he felt a stirring that he had never expected and with horror he realised he was getting an erection. The more Rowena caressed his bottom and rubbed his eliminations the more he became aroused. He was disgusted with himself, here he was in a wet and filthy nappy and he found it exciting. The more Rowena cuddled and patted his rear the more he was losing control, he cuddled deeper in to her bringing himself into contact with her thigh. The extra pressure was all it took and at the very moment the last of his BM fell into his nappy pants he exploded with an enormous orgasm that made him gasp with the force of it. A minute later his bladder released and swamped him in a deliriously exquisite warmth.
“Did you just come in your nappy?” asked Rowena she looked at the bleary eyed boy “you did, didn’t you? That is so gross” she laughed.
“What is happening to me?” asked Christopher somewhat fearfully
“They messed with your head dummy. They have you completely where they want you and today was your last chance to turn back. You just blew it kid. I am afraid the only place you are going is back to babyhood.”
Rowena explained what had happened to one of the other nurses and Betty was summoned. She was so happy that Christopher thought she was going to clap her and together, he could not have known that she was going to get a huge bonus on his full time return to proper terry nappies and plastic pants.
Nurse Betty cleaned up Christopher and could not but help notice that his willy was sticky with his big boy stuff. As she cleaned him up she noticed that for the first time he was finding the experience arousing. She had no experience of this but Miss Primm had warned her that Chrissie’s acceptance of his new status might result in him finding an association between comfort and a sexual gratification that the nappies brought him. Rowena was the trigger to the sexual link and whether it was the wetness, the soiling or the feel of the soft terry cloth would become evident with time.
I am going to take a break now. Thank you to those who have told me that they enjoyed the story it was those comments that encouraged me to write.
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Nurse Betty took out an electric razor and shaved all the hair off from his bottom and privates because babies who wear nappies all the time do not have hair down there.
As she slipped one of his new terry nappies under him he was fully erect for the first time in this situation, having said that it looked more like a stubby little crayon and would never satisfy a woman. She smiled as she pulled the nappy up between his legs and pinned the sides. “The best place for that is in a nappy” she said “something as small as that is best used for your wetting, I have seen bigger on my five year old nephew.” Christopher’s erection died with a whimper.
Nurse Betty served him his normal medications and fed him a bottle instead of giving him his sippy cup. He thought this strange, but then life was always strange and he was way past caring anymore.
That night as Christopher lay in his cot he thought of Rowena and her soft breasts, her sweetness, her gentle caress and his filthy nappy. Immediately his erection returned and he rubbed the front of his nappies furiously, but with the thick soaker nappy swaddling his member he could hardly feel himself. He pulled at the poppers on his onesie and managed to gain access to his nappies. In no time at all he had his hand inside his plastic pants and was rubbing himself against the bunny soft terry. The smell of baby powder, nappy rash cream and the aroma of his nappy bucket all came together as thoughts of Rowena and her warmth all linked to send him again in to a state of euphoria.
In no time at all the sedatives kicked in and Christopher felt himself dropping into the abyss of a deep slumber. He had not been asleep for more than a few minutes when he wet himself. Around about seven in the morning as he was still asleep he soiled himself and never stirred; luxuriating in the warmth that surrounded him whie suc-king contentedly on his dummy.
Nurse Betty had to wake him up the next morning and was pleased that he had fully used his nappy in his sleep. She cleaned him up as usual and then took out a box of plastic parts which she assembled just out of his sight. He felt a plastic ring being slipped around his pen-is and scrotum, the circle was completed with two parts that sandwiched the gap in the ring and left three pins standing proud. She then slipped his member in to a plastic tube that she thad lubricated with baby oil then located this part on the three pins and sealed it shut with a small padlock. “That is you sorted” she chuckled “no more spurties in your nappies, because your winkie will only be used for wetting like a good baby”.
Christopher put his hand down on the front of his fluffy nappy and was rewarded with his erection being painfuly squeezed in the plastic tube. Nurse Betty did not stop him when he put his hand inside his nappy and tried to pull it off. The little padlock clinked against the plastic cage, but it was never coming off unless he cut off his balls. He tugged and pulled to no avail and finally removed his hand from his nappy. Nanny pulled on his plastic pants and finished dressing him.
So it was that Christopher was returned to nappies and within a few weeks had lost all control. He knew when he had to do a poo but it was normally too late to do anything about it because it seemed to happen so quickly. He wet his nappy without really knowing when he had been - until it felt cold and wet. He now had a new uniform that consisted of a pink gingham dress with a white tabard, a large plastic backed terry bit with matching pink gingham edging, a large terry nappy, plastic pants and a pair of white panties with huge pink ruffles across the seat. On his feet he now wore white woollen booties with pink ribbons to fasten them that had soft leather soles. All his drinks were out of a bottle and they gave him a new set of dummies that had a faceplate that completely covered his mouth and had a NUK 6 sized teat. It was impossible for him not to dribble when he suc-ked his dummy.
Conclusion
Christopher passed all his exams with flying colours
His mother came to see him and he was summoned to Miss Primm’s office the moment she arrived. It was a cold winter’s day and Chrissie had been playing outside in the sweet fluffy matinee jacket he had knitted, on his head he had a matching bonnet highlighted with pink ribbons and faux fur. He waddled in as warm as toast with the pink ruffles on his rhumba panties peeking out from beneath his dress. Nurse had taken off his pink rubber boots and put his indoor footwear on his feet.
He almost fell into his mother as his booties slipped on the wooden floor. His large pink dummy flew out of his mouth and landed in her lap covered in his slobber. She put it back in his mouth and noticed how eagerly he took it back. She smoothed down his bib that had flapped up when he tripped and was surprised that it was so damp. She just looked at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide. She touched the edge of his gingham dress, stroked his matinee jacked and patted his bottom. She slipped a finger under the leg band of his plastic pants to feel the nappy beneath and was pleased to feel it was wet. She turned him round, lifted his dress and pulled back his nappy to look at his behind; she was astounded to see that he had lightly soiled himself and the shame was between his cheeks.
Miss Primm answered the questions that Anne was about to ask. “Chrissie is now completely dependent on his nappies and uses them all the time without really knowing if he has wet or soiled himself. He is so used to being wet or dirty that he does not bother to ask to be changed anymore because he knows that one of the nurses will change him eventually. I doubt that his nappy is ever clean for more than a few hours each day just like a baby”.
Agnes continued “Chrissie is an excellent student despite his new disabilities and has made friends with a number of the girls, particularly Rosemary who seems to have quite a crush on him and has looked after him from the day he arrived. The question is this. What do you want us to do with Chrissie next? “
Christopher looked alarmed and wet himself as he sat on the floor at his mother’s feet cuddling up to her leg. He wondered what else could be done to him, they had already turned him into a nappy dependent sissy.
There was a knock at the door.
“Nurse Betty!” welcomed Miss Primm “you have met Mrs Greenburg I think, Chrissie’s mother? She has come in to see how Chrissie is getting on.”
“He is doing very well Mrs Greenburg, he is a very well-adjusted young man and since he decided that he wanted to go back in nappies he has really settled down and is no trouble at all; although” she paused for a second “although he did develop a naughty habit of doing his ‘spurties’ in them.”
Anne looked completely perplexed “Spurties?”
Miss Primm answered immediately “It is term we use with the girls just learning about biology to describe masturbation and ejaculation. Chrissie developed a fixation between his sexual fantasies and his soft terry nappies. It often happens in boys and sometimes it happens to the girls as well. Chrissie formed such a strong bond with the caress of his nappies that it emerged as a fetish”.
“We solved it with the CB 6000S” announced Betty “a chastity device that stops the wearer from getting an erection. Chrissie has been wearing his for a few weeks now and hardly knows he is wearing it. Over time the number of arousals will decrease and his little willy will only be good for wetting his nappy, in fact in time his little noodle is likely to decrease even further in size, not that it is much to boast about anyway” she laughed.
Miss Primm picked up the explanation “it has also been shown that with careful direction we can make the act of wetting and soiling his nappy as pleasurable as making ‘spurties’. It takes a few weeks but it is perfectly painless”.
Anne reached down into Chrissie’s nappies and despite the warm wetness found the cage surrounding his pen-is. She smiled as Chrissie wriggled while she tugged at the device. “So what does it involve?” asked Anne
Miss Primm gestured to Nurse Betty “I think Chrissie might need a clean nappy”.
Nurse Betty took Chrissie by the hand and led him out of the office, closing the door quietly behind her.
Miss Primm waited a second before continuing. “We play him subliminal messages in his sleep and at the same time stimulate his prostate every time he wets or soils himself. This leads to him forming an association between pleasure and orgasm. He already is in love with his protection, now we add to that, and make him love what he does in his nappy. In time we will be able to dispense with the chastity device because he will get just as much pleasure out of wetting and soiling himself.
“This cannot be” said Anne in disbelief
“Have you ever watched a toddler going in his nappy Anne? Have you ever seen the expression on their face? Have you ever wondered why it takes so long to potty train boys in particular? It is because they love wearing nappies, they love the feel of wetting and especially the act of doing a poo. They often hate to be changed. Mothers tell them it smells horrible that it is dirty, that it is not nice, but actually the animal kingdom is attracted to the smell, the best perfumes have musk, civet and other shitty smells as their base. In secret we love the odour but have been brainwashed to think otherwise.”
Miss Primm looked at Anne “We will finish him off before the Christmas holidays and then he will be all yours!” she said clearly proud of her success. “You can take him home with all his paraphernalia, nappies, dummies, bibs, and all that he now needs to have every day”.
“But I don’t want all that” said Anne “I don’t want a full time baby back in my life, it will mean an end to my social life and everything”.
“In that case” continued Miss Primm “it looks like Chrissie has won then, he has had the very last laugh. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it and no way back for him. Let’s just call it THE REVENGE OF THE WET NAPPY.”
[Concluded]
It will be a long time coming but the next chapter will be
"Christmas with Miss Primm"
Please watch out for the next thrilling installment!
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I can't wait